tramp. Ernest stopped when he came to the oak tree, and it was evident that this was the spot of which he was in search.

“Why, that’s where I was lyin’ the other night!” thought Burns. “If I had only knowed! Why, the gold was right under me all the time.”

He watched with eagerness while Ernest was digging. He no longer doubted that this was the place where the gold was hidden. Ernest could have no other object in digging in this place.

“I wonder how much there is,” thought Burns. “There ought to be as much as a thousand dollars. Perhaps there’s two or three. But even if there is only a thousand it will set me on my feet. I’ll soon get out of this neighborhood. I’ll go to Chicago or New York, and I’ll live in clover. I’ll make up for lost time.”

When Ernest found the roll of coins, and taking them out put them in his pocket, he was not disappointed, for he knew what to expect, but Tom Burns was in dismay.

“Only a hundred dollars!” he thought. “What’s a hundred dollars? The old man ought to be ashamed of himself!”

However, one thing was certain. A hundred dollars was better than nothing. It would take him to Chicago and enable him to live in comfort for a while. Besides, he might multiply it many times at the gaming table, for Tom Burns had been a gambler in his day. He certainly did not propose to disdain the sum which fortune had placed in his way because it was so small.

Ernest put the gold pieces in his pocket and turned to go back to the cabin, when a voice reached him.

“Look here, boy, I’ll trouble you to hand over that money!”