There were a number of small white bags piled upon the floor of the safe. Upon each of these was a figure of value.
Bell took up one of these and opened it. A heap of shining coin rolled out upon the floor.
They were American eagles. Upon the bag was the mark, five hundred dollars.
“What a find!” gasped Bell. “There are fully two hundred of these bags; at least one hundred thousand dollars in gold. That is not equal to the treasure of the Vestal Virgin, but it will do.”
“Begorra, I should say so,” agreed the Celt.
“It will make me rich after a fair division,” declared Bell. “We must get it aboard the Dart at once.”
It was a trying ordeal to pass through the next cabin with its complement of grinning corpses.
But the two treasure hunters did so, and they reached the deck in safety.
The glare of the searchlight was full upon them, and those on board the Dart were waiting for them to appear.
When they did come in sight, they were seen to be bearing the bags of gold.