“I have an idea they are worth a neat sum,” said Harry, with sparkling eyes. “You must remember that coin collectors pay pretty good prices for some coins.”
“By creation! I never thought of that!” cried Andy. “Maybe there is a fortune after all.”
“The collection is certainly worth something,” said Jack, slowly. “And I hope, for Harry’s sake, that it proves valuable, for the find belongs to him.”
“We’ll share and share alike,” began Harry, but the others cut him short. They all loved their companion, and were only too glad to throw a chance of making something in his way.
The coins were carefully sorted over, and then Harry tied them in his handkerchief and put them in a safe place inside of his clothes. He calculated that the collection ought to bring him in at least fifty or a hundred dollars, and to a person in his reduced circumstances this was worth obtaining.
After this, the remainder of the contents of the chest, consisting of some clothing and a few books, which fell apart as soon as removed, was taken out. There was nothing more of value.
On the walls of the cottage were found several old engravings representing a naval battle and several religious executions. Jack took these and placed them flat in his game-bag.
“It’s about time now that we got back to the trail,” he said. “We have lost an hour here.”
“Well, I for one don’t begrudge the time,” said Boxy, and all, especially Harry, said the same.
With a last look around, they left the cottage, shutting the door behind them. It was the first time that the place had been visited for years, and perhaps it would be even longer before it would be visited again.