Captain Joaquin took the bag from his shoulder and tossed it into the cavity, strap and all, and going around to the other side of the boulder, turned it back into place.
"Now for the key-maps to the hiding-place," said Dick.
"That is going to a good deal of trouble."
"All on your account."
The outlaw smiled, and took paper and pencil from his pocket.
Spreading the paper upon the side of the boulder where a flat surface was presented, he began to sketch a map.
It took him several minutes, and when it was done he proceeded to make a duplicate of it. Both done, he held them up for Deadwood Dick's inspection.
"There you are," he said. "You can see for yourself that I have made them correct. Here is the main trail, this is the way we came, and here is the little peak on which we are standing. Here I have made an index, and under it written—Turn the boulder."
"That is good enough," said Dick, "but just write—Here treasure is hidden."
"All right, as you desire."