"We consider that the treasure is really his—if he finds it."
"It belongs to me. Now I have a plan that ought to interest you. If your party will drop Menden and come with me, I'll give your crowd one-half of all we get."
"I'm not making a deal with you, Joseph Farvel. I wouldn't go into partnership with you for a million dollars."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like you and I don't think you are honest. If you——"
Bob was allowed to go no further. White with rage, Farvel sprang forward and planted a blow directly on the defenceless boy's nose. The onslaught drew blood, which trickled down over Bob's mouth and chin.
"You coward!" moaned the boy, when Farvel hauled off for another attack. But now an interruption came, as welcome to the boy as it was terrifying to Farvel. What it was we shall speedily learn.
CHAPTER XXIX.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
"Bob! Bob! Where are you?"
It was Dick who called out, about quarter of an hour after Bob had disappeared.