CHAPTER XXI.
THE SEARCH FOR THE SPANISH TREASURE.
For a quarter of an hour after reaching a place of safety Dick could only lay on the ground panting for breath and trying to regain his strength.
His lower limbs were cramped and swollen, and when he finally stood up, his feet felt as though a thousand needles were piercing them.
"Never mind; you'll be all right by to-morrow," said old Jacob, kindly. "I'm glad we found ye in time."
"So am I, Jacob. I think, though, that Dash deserves a good bit of praise;" and he patted the dog affectionately on the head.
While resting, Dick told of the encounter with Joseph Farvel. Then he asked what had become of Menden and the others.
"They are all in camp up on the mountainside," answered Bob. "They made a tour of one small cave yesterday, but found nothing. We were all going out to-day, but went off on a hunt for you instead."
"If Robert Menden is smart he will lose no
