His lower limbs were cramped and swollen, and when he finally stood up, his feet felt as though a thousand needles were piercing them.
"Never mind; you'll be all right by to-morrow," said old Jacob, kindly. "I'm glad we found ye in time."
"So am I, Jacob. I think, though, that Dash deserves a good bit of praise;" and he patted the dog affectionately on the head.
While resting, Dick told of the encounter with Joseph Farvel. Then he asked what had become of Menden and the others.
"They are all in camp up on the mountainside," answered Bob. "They made a tour of one small cave yesterday, but found nothing. We were all going out to-day, but went off on a hunt for you instead."
"If Robert Menden is smart he will lose no time. Joseph Farvel means to get that treasure if he can."
"Well, I reckon it's going to be a neck and neck race," said Bob. "All I hope is, that Menden proves to be the winner."
It was not until sunset that Dick found himself in the new camp. All were glad to see him and listened with deep interest to the story he had to relate.
"You have received a taste of the sort of man Farvel is," was Robert Menden's comment. "Do you wonder now why I thoroughly dislike the fellow?"
"No, I don't wonder," answered Dick; "and after this I'm going to try harder than ever to keep that treasure out of his reach."