His eyes glittered.
“Mona was upon that parallel,” he said. “You will be sure to locate the treasure that belongs to me; I claim it by right of prior discovery. Of this I warn you!”
“Claim it, and be hanged!” said Wade, with disgust. “Come, Frank, let us go back.”
Both men arose.
But Poole drew a brace of pistols and placed his back against the cabin door. He looked ugly.
“You shall not leave here until you have given me your oath,” he said.
“You will obstruct us at your peril,” said Frank, very quietly.
“I seem to have the best of the situation just now,” said the villain, showing his white teeth.
“What sort of an oath do you require us to give?” asked Wade.
“You must swear that you will not touch the sunken treasure of Mona,” said the villain, intensely. “You look like men of honor. If you give me your word, you will be likely to keep it.”