I crawled in next. Sure enough, there was the tarnished place on the rock where it had stood for centuries perhaps. In feeling around my hand touched a small bit of folded bark. Without thinking much about it I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
Tom stayed in the treasure hollow so long that we had to yank him out by the feet.
"He is the chief mourner," commented Jim.
"Look out, boys," yelled Juarez, "big stone coming."
Like a great cannon ball it was bounding down the rock towards us. We jumped aside just in time and it smacked between us.
"A considerably narrow escape," mused Jim.
"The old witch up there is offended," said Juarez. "I saw a genie fly out when you sent off that blast."
"I think the explosion loosened the rock, Juarez," said Jim. There were the two views. We went back to the boat with more experience but no treasure.