“In gold. Twenty times what these are worth,” said Wilson.
“And you could locate it again?”
“It’s buried under a mountain now, but you’re welcome to the map if you wish to dig for it. I don’t want any more of it. I found what I was after.”
He looked at Jo who had become as silent as ever the wife of Flores was. She had learned the same trick of the eyes––a sort of sheep-like content.
“But, Stubbs,” broke out Danbury, “will you go back with me? We’ll take dynamite and men enough to blow out the whole mountain. Say, it will be bully and–––”
He felt warm fingers close over his own. It sent a thrill the length of him, but also it told him that things were different now––that he must not plan for himself alone.
“Well,” he added slowly, “perhaps some day we can go––say ten years from now. Are you with me, Stubbs?”
“It’s good enough to stow erway ter dream about,” smiled Stubbs, catching a warning glance from Beatrice, “but as fer me, I h’ain’t gut th’ taste of rope outer my mouth yet.”
They swept back the jewels into the bags and locked them up in Danbury’s safe. The latter agreed to take them to New York and see that they were properly appraised so that a fair division could be made. Stubbs protested that it wasn’t worth while.