"I don't see what that has to do with our eating."
"You will see presently. I know all about what brought you here."
"And we know what brought you here," put in Sam.
"I suppose you fellows have a map, or something like it," went on Baxter, after a pause, during which he gazed curiously first at Tom and then at the youngest Rover.
"A map of what?" demanded Tom.
"A map whereby to find that treasure."
"If we have a map we'll take good care to keep it to ourselves," came from Sam, before he had taken time to think twice.
"Ha! then you have a map!" And now Dan Baxter's eyes brightened. "Where is it?"
"I didn't say so."
"I'll search you," said the bully, and at once proceeded to turn out one pocket after another. Of course the map, being in Dick's possession, was not found.
"You got it hidden," said Baxter sourly. "Tell we where it is, or you shall have nothing to eat."
"Will you give us a good meal if we do tell you?" demanded Tom promptly.
"Yes."
"Honor bright?"
