"That's right, Don," was Billie's comment. "If you can get that money and I can get my ten thousand pounds, this trip won't be so bad."
"In the meantime," said Adrian, "I propose that some of us go to bed. It's nearly two o'clock and there is mighty little chance that any one will try to steal the box again."
"I think you are right," said Billie. "We might as well all go. The doctor is still with Santiago and will stay until he is better. It isn't at all likely that any one will try to come into this room while he is here."
Billie voiced the unanimous opinion, and a few minutes later the young people had all sought their beds, leaving instructions with the physician and the servants that they were to be called if any change for the worse occurred in Santiago's condition.
It was probably two hours later, just about daylight, that the entire household was awakened by a terrible shriek and one of the maids rushed out into the patio.
The boys came to their feet with a bound and hurried from their room on the ground floor, while the others appeared at the head of the stairs.
"What is it?" asked Donald as soon as he could quiet the shrieking maid. "What are you yelling about?"
"Oh, señor!" she cried. "I have seen the devil."
"Nonsense," laughed the boy. "You had a nightmare."
"No, señor. It was the devil. He had horns and a tail and he had the little box under his arm. I saw him!"