CHAPTER III.
SOMETHING ABOUT A GREAT TREASURE.
"A treasure!" cried Don, as Robert Menden paused, to partake of some soup which Danny had brought to him.
"Yes, a treasure, lads—a treasure said to be worth twenty or thirty thousand dollars. Of course, that is not a fabulous sum, but it is pretty large for a poor Englishman like me, who has never had over two hundred pounds in his life."
"It's enough!" cried Dick. "I'd like to pick it up myself."
"But what kind of a treasure is it?" questioned Leander. "Won't you tell us more about it?"
"And about your enemy?" added Bob.
"I will tell you everything, lads—for I have nothing to conceal, and you have been very kind to me. But first let me say, that I am at present totally unable to pay you for what you are doing for me now."
"We don't want any pay," came from Dick promptly, and the others nodded.
