As the burning rope parted, all of those holding the upper end were thrown on their backs, but leaped up quickly.
"He's gone!" gasped Leander, hoarsely.
"Dick! Dick! where are you?" cried Don, peering into the darkness below; for even the torch had disappeared.
No answer came back, although they listened with strained ears. All was as silent as a tomb.
And was that to prove poor Dick's grave? Silently they asked themselves the question, as one looked at another, all with blanched faces.
"I'd rather lose the fortune," said Don, voicing the sentiment of all.
"Give me that other rope, lads," exclaimed old Jacob. "I'll go down for him."
He stepped upon the burning end of rope and put it out. Then the reserve coil was fastened on, and he tied the end under his arms and lit another torch.
"Don't set the rope afire again," cautioned Bob. He could scarcely trust himself to speak.
"No danger," answered the Yankee sailor. "Let me down carefully now," he added, and disappeared over the edge of the opening.
Down he went until the ledge was reached. Here he paused to survey the situation. Nothing but the loose rocks and the remains of the shattered cedar chest met his gaze.
