“Dooley!” he exclaimed; “on my word, this beats all. I thought you dead.”
“And I thought you dead, skipper,” declared the lieutenant.
“What—when—how—what are you here for?”
The lieutenant looked sharply at the captain. In that moment each understood the other.
“I have come back for the gold in the bottom of the lake,” said Dooley.
The captain stiffened visibly.
“You have!” he exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“Do you expect to get it?”
“Not unless the lake again changes its basin.”