"It might be as how the natives carted thet treasure off long ago," ventured old Jacob. "Like as not somebody else knew of it besides the chap you met in Madrid."
"Well, all we can continue to do is to hunt," said Don. "I'm not discouraged yet by any means. If we—Hark!"
He broke off short, as the sound of a distant voice reached his ear. All listened intently.
"That is Joseph Farvel approaching!" whispered Robert Menden. "He has either followed us with his guides, or else he is making a search on his own account."
CHAPTER XXII.
INTO THE BOWELS OF THE EARTH.
"Farvel!" exclaimed one and another of the boys, and Dick felt for his pistol.
"What shall we do—let the feller see us?" demanded old Jacob.
"Would that be wise?" queried the Englishman.
"I should calkerlate not."
"Then let us get out of sight with all possible speed," put in Don.