"We'll have to blow up those rocks to get all that gold," said Sam.
"Don't do that," warned Captain Barforth. "If you do you may cave in
the whole roof and then the gold may be gone forever."
It was then decided to bring down the log, and pry the rocks away, and
late as it was this was done, and they scooped up the loose golden
pieces and put them in their pockets.
"It's a fine lot o' money," was the comment of Hollbrook, the sailor.
"Wish some o' it was mine."
"You shall be well paid for your work, Hollbrook," answered Mr. Rover.
"Only stick by us and help us to get this to safety."
"Oh, I'll stick by you," was the ready answer. "I've got no use for
such scoundrels as Carey and Bossermann. I'm only livin' one life, and
I'll live that honest like, God helpin' me."
Night was coming on when they got the treasure to the surface of the
ground. They hunted around diligently until they were almost certain
they had everything of value. Each was exhausted from his labors, but
all were happy. The Rovers were particularly delighted.
"This will make the Lanings and the Stanhopes independent for life,"
said Dick, to his brothers.
"And they deserve it," returned Tom. "Won't they be glad when they
hear the news!"
"Remember one thing," said Sam.
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