It was learned that Noddy and his two companions were making their way toward what they believed to be the location of Blue Rock when the landslide caught them. Dolt had, by good luck, merely stumbled upon the party at the cave, as he had no knowledge that they were there.
“Well, it sure does seem good to be back,” observed Jerry the next day, as, lame and stiff, weary and worn, they approached the cabin at Leftover. “I wonder how Hang Gow is getting along?”
“And I wonder if anything’s left of our mine,” said Tinny. “It seems a month since I last saw it.”
“There’s Hang Gow now!” exclaimed Ned, as the Chinese cook came from the cabin. At the sight of his master and friends the Celestial gave vent to a shrill cackling laugh and cried:
“Glub soon leddy! Glub alle sammee leddy soon lite quick!”
He vanished into his kitchen, from which soon issued a rattling of pots and pans that argued well and which brought a smile of peace and happiness to the face of Bob.
The bags of gold were unloaded from the wagon, the driver paid and sent away, and then the Motor Boys, Tinny and Bill breathed freely. They had brought their treasure home.
Out of the cabin, in the sunset glow of the evening, strolled Professor Snodgrass. He saw the sacks piled on a bench. Springing toward one he cried:
“Oh, you found it! You found it, didn’t you? Where was it?”
“What—the treasure?” asked Bob. “Well, it was in the chest at Blue Rock, but——”