"Well, it is that you save my money!"
"Your money?"
"Yes I cannot get to it now. I beg you will save me my precious money."
"Where is it!" inquired Turk, "if you'll jist tell me that p'raps I can——"
"It's in a little cleft in the right side of the trunk in a bag. You may feel it by putting your hand there. Oh! my money—my precious money! that must not be sacrificed!"
Turk felt along the trunk until finally his hand struck a deep cleft notched in the wood, when he felt the bag and drew it forth.
It emitted a clinking sound.
"Ay, ay, that's it!" whispered the stranger; "now unfasten the cord from it, and throw the end up to me, when I will draw you safely out of the hollow!"
Turk instantly proceeded to do as directed. Unwinding the cord which, though small in thickness, was as tough as a clothes-line, he was glad to perceive that it was long enough to reach to the top of the trunk.
Meanwhile, in spite of his sufferings, he could not forbear peeping into the bag, which, he at once perceived was full of shining pieces of gold.