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how they buried it, laying it in the broken
canoe under a cairn of stones.

“We didn’t have what we would Galt jack.
But after all I think it may have been for the
best of every one. I’ve seen something of the
river camp life since I left you, my friends,
and believe me it isn’t every man can stand
the strain of the greed for gold, the excitement,
the temptations that crowd around a man who
has his pockets full of yellow dust. John Nott’s
out of all that, and knowing the good fellow as
I did I say it’s lucky for him that he is!”

“Please take off your glasses, Professor,”
Betty begged. He had put them on to take
a good luck at one and all. “I want to see your
eyes.”

Laughing, he removed them to please her
and carefully put the case back in his pocket.
And Betty was not the only one glad to see
his friendly twinkle as he began to talk.

“Well then,” he went on, “we paddled round
that bend, out of your sight and sound, and
first thing we knew there were rapids whizzing
round us as wild as anything we’d seen. Still
we were not afraid for we had got through
the like often before. Just what happened I

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