The boys and Robert Menden shook out their blankets and tried to get some sleep outside, under the trees, but were not very successful, and were glad enough when the rising sun announced another day at hand.
"And now for the treasure cave!" whispered Dick to Robert Menden, and the Englishman smiled and squeezed his hand in silence. The two had taken a great liking to each other from the very start.
Robert Menden had been talking confidentially with the native, and had come to the conclusion that the man could be thoroughly, trusted. He now asked Remora if he knew anything of the caves.
"I have seen a part of the Dark Cave, which is on a plantation six miles from here," he said. "It is a bad place—nobody go dare for fun."
"And what of the other caves?" asked the Englishman.
"Udder caves little way off, all bad—no Porto Ricans go dare. Once two men go; one break leg, udder get eye knocked out by somebody in de cave."
"Got his eye knocked out!"
"Yes, señor. He in dark, when baf! something strike, an' he lose his eye. Werry bad place—better you not go down."
"Certainly we don't want to lose our eyes,"
