All were in the best of spirits, and several of the boys began to whistle as they set off for the camp on the mountainside. But this Robert Menden stopped.
"We want to do this thing as quietly as possible," he said. "Eemember, we have both Joseph Farvel and the Porto Rican brigands against us. Even if we get hold of that treasure, we'll have a job to get it safe to the city or on board of the Dashaway."
Bob was in advance, knowing the trail pretty thoroughly by this time.
No sooner was the shelter under the rocks gained than he let out a wild howl.
"The things are all gone! Somebody has robbed us!"
Bob was right. During their absence the camp had been visited by some thief, and now everything, including the ropes and the cooking utensils, as well as their supply of food, was missing.
