Part 7 (1/2)

”That is the right spirit. I wish you all success.”

The papers were signed, a duplicate being given Fred. Mrs. Stults affixed her name, the lawyer put his down as a witness, and Fred received a copy of the map, and some directions how to find the gold. He glanced over the latter, and had to admit that they were rather vague.

He hoped, however, when he was on the scene, to make them available.

”I'll let you know when we start, Mrs. Stults,” he said. ”I can't tell how soon I can get some men interested.”

”Oh, dot's all right,” replied the German widow. ”It don't make so much difference ven you vos start, as it does ven you comes back. Dot's vot I vant to know--ven you comes back, mit der gold.”

”Yes, that is the main part,” added the lawyer. ”Mrs. Stults has allowed several persons to hunt for the gold, but, so far, not one has come anywhere near finding it.”

”Maybe I'll have better luck,” said Fred, as he bade the lawyer and the widow good-by, and took his departure for home.

He had been more successful than he dared to hope, in getting the map, and his first thought was that he would use what little remaining money he had, and ride as far on the railroad as it would take him. He wanted to get home quickly with the news.

Then he reflected that there was no special hurry; that it would take some little time to organize an expedition, and he would need all the money he had. So he decided to walk back, taking his time, so as to arrive in good condition.

But, unconsciously, perhaps, the thought of the treasure and the fact that he was now in a position to start after it, quickened his steps, and he made the return trip in much less time than he had spent on the first half of his journey.

”Well, Fred!” exclaimed his father, as his son entered the house, ”we didn't expect you until to-morrow. I suppose you couldn't reach any agreement with the widow, and had to come back.”

”No, dad, I was successful.”

”You don't mean to say she gave you the map?”

”Not exactly the map, but a copy of it, which is just as good.”

”And permission to hunt for the treasure?”

”Yes, dad.”

”Oh, Fred! Are you going off to that terrible cold country?” asked his mother, who came into the room just then, and heard the closing part of the conversation.

”Well, mother, don't you think it's worth trying for? Think of getting thousands of dollars in gold!”

”Yes, but it wouldn't make up for being frozen to death.”

”No, mother--but I don't expect to freeze to death. We will take fur-lined clothes along.”

”Where are you going to get them? I used to have a fur-lined cloak once, but the moths ate it up.”

”I'm afraid it would hardly have answered, if you had it now, mother.

But of course that's a part I've got to talk over with father--about fitting out the expedition.”

”And I'm afraid you'll have trouble,” remarked Mr. Stanley. ”Oh, if I was only well and strong I'd ask nothing better than to go along!”

His words caused a little feeling of sadness, but it soon pa.s.sed away, and Fred's father and mother listened with interest to his account of the trip to Denville.

”Now, father, what would you advise me to do?” asked Fred, when he had concluded. ”We need to get some man, who has money, interested in this venture, for it will cost something to fit out the expedition. Do you know of any one among your acquaintances, who would take the risk?”