Silently the Scouts and Mr. Livingston gazed into the dark waters. Guarded by cannibal fish! Even the thought of it gave them the shivers.
“A few of the smaller, practically harmless fish have found their way to the pool below,” Mr. Monahan went on. “But the guardians of this lake are a different proposition.”
“Is there no way the treasure can be brought to the surface?” inquired Jack reflectively.
“Oh, there are many ways, but all involve preparation and equipment. That was why Captain Carter went to my brother. It was our plan to work quietly and to bring the treasure up before news leaked out what we were about. As you have informed me, Captain Carter worked only for himself.”
“You’re convinced he intends to seize the gold?” Mr. Livingston questioned. He had seated himself with his back to a large rock.
“I am. As for myself, I have no desire to profit, but only to turn over the priceless relics to the government.”
“Discovery of this city with its temple and remarkable treasure should make you famous,” the Scout leader remarked.
“Indeed, that would be my reward. I’ve risked my life to remain here. I feel that Captain Carter is not entitled to any of the gold. He is a cheap adventurer, unscrupulous and grasping!”
From directly behind the speaker, there came an unexpected scraping of rock.
Startled by the sound, Mr. Monahan and the Scouts turned quickly. A shadowy figure had emerged from the tunnel exit.