some new information that I am sure will enable me to locate the lost mine."
"Well, good-bye, and good luck to you," called Tom, as the fortune-hunter started away.
"Do you think he'll ever find the opals, Tom?" asked Ned.
His chum shook his head.
"I don't believe so," he answered. "Alec hac always been that way—always visionary—always just about to be successful; but never quite getting there."
"Then your father's ten thousand dollars will be lost?"
"Yes, I suppose so; but, in a way, dad can stand it And if I make good on this gun test, ten thousand dollars won't look very big to me. I guess dad gave it to Alec from a sort of sentimental feeling, anyhow."
"You mean because he saved you from the live wire?"
"That's it, Ned. It was a sort of reward, in a way, and I guess dad won't be broken-hearted if Alec doesn't succeed. Only, of course, he'll feel badly for Alec himself. Poor old man! he won't be able to do much more prospecting. Well, Ned, let's get to work on that ammunition hoist. It still jams a little on the ways, and I want it to work smoothly. There's no use having
