“There was a time when the great pursuit of my life was the getting of gold,” said the outlaw. “I was successful and my eagerness became catching, for my men contracted it. We amassed wealth in Canada and stored it in this very cave. It is nothing to me now. I will lead you to the spot, and show you what now is yours.”
Wolf-Cap and Harmon exchanged glances, while Silver Hand looked on in stern silence.
“Well, show us your gold!” said the trapper.
“Yonder door leads to it,” replied Funk, looking over his right shoulder at a hole in the wall. “Light the way, somebody.”
Wolf-Cap started forward with the torch.
Silver Hand led the outlaw after the trapper, and Mark Harmon walked beside Huldah.
The dark portal led to another cave smaller than the bat-chamber, but as gloomy. A strange smile toyed with the outlaw’s lips, as he walked forward, and there was a lurking triumph in his tone when he commanded the party to halt.
“Now, Roy Funk, where’s your gold?”
“Beneath this bowlder,” answered the Night-Hawk, striking a huge rock with his foot.
“It can not be moved,” said Harmon.