Chests were piled one upon another about the place.
For a moment the treasure hunters paused, overwhelmed at the sight.
At last the pirates’ treasure had been found. There was no doubt of this.
Then their helmets came together.
“What did I tell you?” cried Bell, excitedly. “There are millions!”
“It looks like gold,” gasped Von Bulow.
“It is,” said Frank. “There is a mighty fortune in that heap! We are favored of fortune.”
Then for a moment that peculiar malady, the gold fever, seemed to seize all.
Even Frank Reade, Jr., who was wealthy enough, was constrained to fall to counting the gold.
But this would have been an interminable task.