"Kit!" she gasped. "It's the treasure! Call the professor! Hurry!"
Bet's voice rang out.
There was no need to call the professor. Forgetting his weariness and headache, he leaped from the cot at Bet's cry, and ran to the tunnel.
Bet appeared, carrying a small metal box, held tightly in her arms.
"Call the girls!" she said, and disappeared into the shelter of the professor's tent.
When the box was pried open, the girls had all the thrill they had ever planned. Old coins, nuggets and jewels were scrambled together in the casket. Enid's fingers closed about a long gold chain, tarnished and stained with the years.
"That's what I've dreamed about!" she said with a gasp. "Isn't it wonderful!"
A loud "Hullo" came to them from the hill above. Bet shut the box with a snap and placing it on the cot, sat down upon it.
"Anyone who gets this box, has to take me along!" she said in a tense voice. "No one shall have it! No one!"
A moment later there was a scramble from the trail and Bob, Phil and Paul rushed into the tent. They started back as they saw the frightened faces of the girls.
Then Bet laughed.