his summer cottage this time of year? May be only a caretaker, though. I'd better give all my attention to this oil, and let other things alone."
He retraced his steps to the bayou bank and turned back toward the house. As he did so, Hammond appeared coming toward him, knife in hand.
"I'm going to cut me a pole and land a couple o' fish for supper," announced the chauffeur, grinning. "Got things cleaned up fine, cap'n! You won't know the old shack."
"Good enough," said Gramont. "Here, step over this way! I want to show you something."
He led Hammond to the rivulet and pointed out the thin film of oil on the surface.
"There's our golden fortune, sergeant! Oil actually coming out of the ground! It doesn't happen very often, but it does happen—and this is one of the times. I'll not bother to look around any farther."
"Glory be!" said Hammond, staring at the rivulet. "Want to hit back for town?"
"No; we couldn't get back until sometime to-night, and the roads aren't very good for night work. I'm going to get some leases
