"I
told you to suit yourself."
"Oh, I want to see that treasure cave as well as you do," answered
Sobber.
"I'd like to know if this is the right trail or not," came from
Shelley. "You ought to have brought that Spaniard along, to make
sure."
"Doranez is no good!" growled Sid Merrick who was by no means in the
best of humor. "He likes his bottle too well. If he would only keep
sober it would be different."
"Why don't you take his liquor from him?" asked Cuffer. "I'd do it
quick enough if I was running this thing."
"He says he won't tell us a thing more if we cut off his grog. He is
getting mighty ugly."
"Maybe he wants to sell out to those Rovers," suggested Shelley.
"He wouldn't dare to do that--I know too much about him," answered
Sid Merrick. "No, it's because he wants too big a share of the
treasure."
"Do you suppose the fellows on the steam yacht have landed here yet?"
asked Tad, as he prepared to go on.
"I don't know. They are laying to outside of the reef. I reckon they
don't know anything of the landing on the other side of the island,"
answered his uncle. "Come on, we haven't any time to waste if we want
to head them off. I didn't dream they'd get here so quickly.
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