"He has been swept away and thet's the end on it," he muttered; and whistled to the others to hoist him up.
It was an almost silent crowd that bundled the treasure up in the canvas bag and a blanket which had been brought along for that purpose.
"I wish we hadn't come to Porto Rico," whispered Bob to Leander. "What will Dick's folks say of this when we tell them?"
"I'd like to know who is going to break the news," added Leander. "I'm sure I can't do it;" and he gave something like a shiver.
Robert Menden was feeling better, and presently he said he felt strong enough to walk to their camp. He leaned on old Jacob's arm, while the boys carried the treasure between them. The rope was left dangling in the water. "So that poor Dick can use it, if he comes around," as Bob said, clutching at a hope that was vainless.
Night found them established in a new camp, still sad, and next to silent. They had the treasure safe, but at what a fearful cost.
"It's enough to make one fling it away," sighed Bob. And when Robert Menden began to count up the gold, he turned away, unable to endure the sight.
