what the old tar might have to say when he came up.
"And you think he was carried away by that stream?" observed Don, sadly.
"No doubt, on it, lad. He wasn't in sight, and the water fills the entire bottom of the opening."
"Then he is gone!" gasped Leander, bursting into tears, and little Danny joined in.
"Dat's de wust yet!" sobbed the Irish lad. "I don't want none o' dat gold— now!" And the others felt very much the same way.
"I've a good mind to go down and have a look," said Bob, and insisted upon it despite old Jacob's protestations. But he learned nothing new. Then Don went down, followed by Leander.
The result was the same, and all were forced to believe that poor Dick had been carried off by the underground stream to a watery grave.
By this time Robert Menden was able to sit up, and though still weak, he insisted upon being told about what had happened.
"This is certainly bad," he said. "I suppose I can be thankful that I did not meet a similar fate."
"That's true," answered old Jacob. "But I am not going to give up yet."
"What do you intend to do?"
