"As far as I know, that's his intention—at present," was the reply.
There was something about the way in which the last two words were uttered which made me prick up my ears.
"Look here! why did Mr. Denny give such a handsome present to George Woodley?" I asked. "And why did you promise him that cow?"
"I suppose we can give him what presents we like, as long as the things are ours to give," retorted Miles, smiling.
Another recollection had just flashed across my mind.
"Miles, Mr. Denny said that we had discovered something more important than the hidden chamber. What did he mean?"
My companion turned away from me with a queer laugh.
"I'm under promise not to tell," he answered. "You may hear to-morrow."