“One is sort of hard to get on. If you’d give me a hand——”
“Aw, what do you think I am? You said if I’d bring you on this trip you’d do all the repair work.”
“I know I did. But this is fierce! Anyhow, you’ve got to give me a share in that chest of gold if we ever find it.”
The Motor Boys fairly held their breath at hearing this. They waited for what was next to follow.
“Sure I’ll give you some,” said Noddy easily. “But we’ve got to keep following Jerry and his bunch until we get near the place. Dolt says he knows about where the stage coach went over, but he wants to get a little more dope on it. He thinks he can get to be friends with Bill Cromley and maybe the old miner will give him a tip! I think he knows some things he hasn’t told yet.”
“I’ll tip him on his head—that’s what I’ll do!” was the whispered threat from the old miner.
“Speaking of Dolt, wake him up and make him give you a hand with the chains,” suggested Noddy. “He’s got to work his passage. About all he’s done since we started is to sleep on the back seat. Wake him up!”
Jerry and his chums, as they looked through the hay, saw Dolt Haven rouse up from the rear after Jack had shaken him.
“What’s matter?” mumbled Dolt sleepily. Evidently he had been up most of the night before.