"Well, hurry up and tell about the treasure," urged Glen. "Remember I want to be back by eleven o'clock. You're awfully slow."
"I'm comin' to that. Remember this now—you mustn't never tell nobody nothink about it."
"What do you mean—never tell anybody?" asked Glen. "I guess we know as much about it as you do."
"You know about it!" Mr. Jervice seemed incredulous. "What do you know about it?"
"Well, we know what Mr. Spencer told us the other night," insisted Glen.
"What was that?" asked Mr. Jervice cautiously. "Sit down here an' tell me about it."
Glen sat down on the back step of the car and told the story of the lost treasure as he remembered it.
"So that's the treasure story, is it?" came a deep voice from the side of the car. There stepped into view a man whom Glen had not seen before. He was evidently associated with Mr. Jervice, but he did not in the least resemble him, for instead of being a cringy weakling, he was big and strong and hard.
"That's the story as Mr. Spencer told it to us," replied Glen.
"Say, that's mighty interesting to me," said the man. "Happened right around this neighborhood, too? I'll bet them Indians put that treasure in a cave an' hain't never done nothing about it since 'cause they couldn't sell bullion without giving themselves away."