"We are after thet treasure," came from Harney, and it was plain to see that he and Husty had been drinking heavily.
"The treasure is ours, Baxter, and you can't touch it."
"It will belong to whoever finds it," growled the bully.
"That's right," came from Husty. "Whoever gits it, owns it. Eh, Harney?"
"Plain truth, that is," hiccoughed the big guide.
"In that case, it is ours for sure," grinned Dick. "We have it already."
At this announcement Dan Baxter staggered back.
"It—it aint true; you're joking," he faltered.
"It is true, Baxter. Come, I will show you where the treasure was hidden—if that will do you any good. Here is the description." And Dick brought it forth and let the bully read it.
"Where's the tree?" demanded Baxter.