There was a regular heap of it—Spanish doubloons and other coins of the realm—enough to fill his canvas bag three times over. At the sight he could scarcely contain himself.
"Hurrah!" he yelled.
"Have you found it?" came from above.
"Yes; a regular heap of gold, boys, all tumbled out of the chest, which has gone to pieces. We're in luck, and no further doubt of it."
There was a hurrah from those above, and Danny and Don executed a jig of delight. In the midst of the uproar, Robert Menden sat up and stared about him.
"Whe—where am I?"
"You are safe," replied old Jacob. "An' the treasure is found!" he added with a happy smile.
"Found! Good! But the rock fell——"
"And you went down under it, sir. But you'll be all right. Dick went down for you, and he's just passed up word that the gold is there."
"He must be careful. I—I—oh, my head!" and Robert Menden fell back again, too weak to go on. Yet he, like all the others, was supremely happy.