saw the lads watching the feat performed. "I know some old miners kin keep two pans a-goin' that way, and never miss a cake."
"I'd like to try it," said Phil.
"Not now—we ain't got no batter to waste," replied Abe Blower, with a chuckle.
The morning meal at an end, the hunt for traces of the lost Landslide Mine commenced in earnest. Dave and his chums had come dressed for the work, and the whole party were provided with picks, shovels, crowbars, axes, and a couple of gold-pans.
The whole of that day was spent on the mountainside, the various members of the party separating from time to time and then coming together, to relate their various experiences. The old miners had told the boys how to search and what landmarks to look for, so that they did not seek altogether blindly.
It was hard, hot work, for the sun poured down all the long day. And added to that, water was scarce, for the nearest spring was well down the mountainside, and even this had a bitter taste which rendered it far from palatable.
"Well, nothing doing so far," said Roger, as they came together in the evening.
"Never mind, we may have better luck to-morrow," returned Dave, as cheerfully as he could.
Several days went by, including Sunday, and
