"Alas, poor Yorick!" he began.
But he got no further.
Just at that moment some one bounded into the room, snatched the head of Obboney from his hands and hurled it against the wall.
There was a smash, a tinkling clatter as of pebbles upon the floor, then silence.
"Ged oudt oof here! ged oudt or you vas all deadt men! Helup me, Matt, to pull dose fellers on der floor indo der odder room. Ach, himmelblitzen! you don'd know vat a shance you vas daking. Aber I know—yah, so helup me!"
"Carl!" gasped Matt, staggering toward the Dutch boy.
"You bed you," answered Carl. "Ged Downsent avay, kevick! Tick, you do dot. Matt und I vill look afder der fellers on der floor."
[CHAPTER XV.]
THE TREASURE.