“In what way?” asked Bob.
“Knowing that we could follow him as long as he kept up all that row, he may be crawling away now. Come on, Bob; we’ve just got to get him—and that bag!”
The halt had been but momentary. They were once more in full pursuit, heading for the spot where that last crash among the bushes had been heard.
Bob believed that never before in all his life had he taken part in such an exciting time as came with the pursuit of the men who had carried off the treasure.
And for all he knew the end was not yet, since none of the gold had been recovered, despite their strenuous efforts.
CHAPTER XIX
THE SURRENDER
“Do you hear him now, Frank?” whispered the Kentucky boy, as they once more halted for a few seconds, and listening eagerly.
“I thought I caught some sort of little rustling sound,” came the answer.
“Which way?” continued Bob.
“There! that was it again!” exclaimed Frank. “Come along, and be careful not to stumble if you can help it.”