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Chapter Four: The Gold of Broken Hand Rock There was no wind in the deep of the mine. Only the oil lamp moved. Jack Walker stood before the wall as if he had reached a door fate had finally decided to open. The line of gold was thin. But he knew a mine never showed its full face to the first man who entered. Real wealth hid deeper in the stone, waiting for a man with enough nerve and hard enough hands to cut it loose. He spread his father's journal on a flat rock. Thomas Walker's handwriting looked heavy and tired in the yellow light. "The main vein is not at the entrance. The entrance is only a test. Follow the third crack down the north wall. There is a wet mark. Beyond that mark is the ore." Jack raised the lamp.