"It will belong to whoever finds it," growled the bully.
"That's right," came from Husty. "Who ever gits it, owns it. Eh, Harney?"
"Plain truth, that is," hiccoughed the big guide.
"In that case, it is ours for sure," grinned Dick. "We have it already."
At this announcement Dan Baxter staggered back.
"It—it aint true; you're joking," he faltered.
"It is true, Baxter. Come, I will show you where the treasure was hidden—if that will do you any good. Here is the description." And Dick brought it forth and let the bully read it.
"Where's the tree?" demanded Baxter.
"There is the tree, and over yonder is the rock. We turned it over and found the treasure, just as we anticipated. It's ours, and I am simply telling you this to save you the trouble of looking further for it. Dan Baxter, you have played this game to a finish with your companions, and you have lost."
If ever there was a disappointed and angry individual, it was Dan Baxter. He raved and said all sorts of uncomplimentary things, and Husty and Harney joined in, until John Barrow told all of them to shut up or he would have the law on them.
