“Because the treasure was deposited by me.”
“And yeou faound it?”
“I found it, but I did so while in company with four friends.”
Now Hodge showed still further excitement.
“Those friends were not with you at the moment when you found it,” he said. “I’ve heard your story. You came near losing your life. The mad hermit fought to throw you from the precipice. The way you found the treasure, the dangers you passed through, everything that happened established your rightful claim to it. It belongs to you alone.”
“I do not look at it in that light,” said Frank, calmly and positively. “There were five of us in the party. The others were my friends Diamond, Rattleton, Browning, and Toots.”
“A nigger!” exclaimed Bart. “Do you call him your friend?”
“I do!” exclaimed Merry. “More than once that black boy did things for me which I have never been able to repay. Although a coward at heart so far as danger to himself was concerned, I have known him to risk his life to save me from harm. Why shouldn’t I call him my friend? His skin may be black, but his heart is white.”
“Oh, all right,” muttered Hodge. “I haven’t anything more to say. I was not one of your party at that time.”
“No.”