“Well, what would you say, Matt, if I told you that I had found one?”
“If you?”
“Yes. I wonder if you can keep a secret? Yes, on reflection I think you can. Now, before we go any further, Matt, first you place your hand in mine, and promise never to mention until I give you permission what I am about to confide in you.”
Matt’s curiosity was aroused.
“All right,” she replied eagerly, “I shan’t tell.”
“Very good,” replied Brinkley. “We will now proceed.”
They passed on amongst the sand-hills, and came to the entrance of the cave. Brinkley removed the stones and sand from the hole, and entered. Breathless with curiosity, Matt followed. They reached the bottom. Brinkley struck a light, and pointed out to her all the wonderful treasures which the cave contained. It was such a surprise to the girl that for a time she could do nothing but stare and stare in speechless wonder. Whistling gaily, Brinkley turned about the casks of rum and brandy, and thrust his hands into the bags, and let the gleaming gold slip through his fingers.
Matt’s amazement turned into awe.
“Don’t,” she said, in a fearful whisper; “it belongs to the fairies.”
Brinkley laughed.