"There is still considerable gold; are you not afraid of being robbed?"
"There is a chance of it. I shall therefore give you half of it to keep for me."
"I am glad you have so much confidence in my honesty, Mr. Taylor. But I hope that no one will suspect that I have so much money, or I might be attacked."
"Better give the greater part to your mother to lock up in a trunk or bureau drawer."
"I think I will, sir. It seems odd to have you choose me as a banker, Mr. Taylor."
"I don't think I shall have any cause to repent it, Mark."
"Nor I, so far as honesty goes, but I might be robbed."
"We will take our chance of that."
Mark and his employer supposed themselves alone when they were engaged in disinterring the golden treasure, but they were mistaken. Two pairs of very curious eyes watched them from behind a clump of bushes. These eyes belonged to James Collins and Tom Wyman.