LITMIR.BIZ

      CHAPTER XXX

       A SUCCESSFUL SEARCH — CONCLUSION

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      When Sam escaped from big Bill Harney He had but one purpose in view, and that was to reach Dick and the others just as soon as possible and acquaint them with the turn affairs had taken.

      He had a fairly good idea of the direction the others had taken, and knew that their tracks in the snow would be; plain to follow. The main thing at the start was to keep out of sight of the enemy.

      In doing this, he had not only to avoid Harney and Baxter, but also Husty, providing that individual was anywhere around, which was probable. Consequently, although he traveled as fast as the deep snow permitted, he kept a sharp lookout on every side.

      The youth soon circled the lower shore of Bear Pond, and here found the trail he was seeking. It led directly to the westward, and he followed it up, almost on a run.

      In the meantime Dick, Tom, and John Barrow had journeyed to the third outlet of the lake, the stream which the guide thought must be the original of Perch River. Here, after a good deal of trouble, the party located what looked like the stump of a tree once struck by lightning.

      "We've found it at last!" cried Dick. "I feel it in my bones that we are on the right track!"

      Again they measured off the distance with care, and now came to a large flat rock, behind which was another, unusually sharp.

      "The flat rock!" muttered Tom, and his heart began to thump wildly. "Dick, you're right. We are on the right track. If the treasure isn't here, it's been taken away."

      They had brought along a pick and a crowbar, and now all set to work to clear away the snow, and then the dirt from around the pointed rock. The ground was hard, and at first they made but slow progress.

      "Perhaps we'll have to build a fire, to thaw out the ground," suggested John Barrow.

      "Oh, that will take too long," said Tom. "I wonder if we can't turn the rock over?"

      With the crowbar and the pick wedged against the flat rock they pushed upon the pointed rock with all the force at their command. Several times the tools slipped, but at last they held, and slowly the pointed rock went up, until with a thud it rolled over and several feet away.

      "Hurrah, a hole full of small stones!" cried Dick, and leaped down to pick the stones out. Tom followed, and so did the guide.

      "Dick! Tom! Hullo! hullo!" came the unexpected cry from a short distance away.

      "Who is that calling?" demanded Dick.

      "It's Sam," replied the guide, looking up. "He's coming here as fast as he can track it."

      "Then something is wrong," said Dick, and for the moment the treasure was forgotten.

      It did not take Sam long to reach them. He was so out of breath that for several minutes he was unable to talk connectedly. At last he gasped out:

      "Dan Baxter and that big guide — they attacked me and I ran away. They — they are in possession of our traps."

      "Baxter!" ejaculated Dick. "That's the worst yet. They'll steal all our things and leave us to starve!"

      "We might as well go right after them," put in John Barrow.

      "Oh, say, let's unearth this treasure first," pleaded Tom. "If we leave that, Baxter may follow up our tracks, as Sam did, and take it from under our very noses."

      "Tom is right — get the treasure first," said Dick.

      Once more they set to work, Sam watching them while trying to get back his breath and strength. Soon the last of the loose stones were removed from the hole, and they came upon a thin metallic slab having in the center a small ring. They pulled the slab up and disclosed a small square opening, in the middle of which rested a metallic box, about a foot and a half square and a foot in depth. The box was so heavy they could scarcely budge it.

      "The treasure at last!" came from all of the boys.

      "Putty heavy, no mistake about that," was John Barrow's comment "If it's silver it's wuth considerable!"

      "We must get it out somehow," said Dick, who was as excited as anyone. "Let's get the crowbar under it."

      This suggestion was carried out, and after a good deal of trouble the box was brought up out of the hole. Beneath it lay an iron key, which fitted the rusty lock of the treasure casket. Soon they had the box open, and all gazed intently inside.

      "Gold and silver!" shouted Tom. "See, the gold is on top, and looks is if it had been put in some time after the silver. Wonder what the stuff is worth?"

      "Some thousand dollars, that's sure," said Dick.

      Now that the treasure was found the boys scarcely knew what to do with it. Then the guide came forward with a suggestion.

      "We'll hide it in the snow for the present. Then the Baxter crowd won't know where it is. The empty hole will throw 'em off the scent."

      A nearby place was readily found, and into this the box was placed and the snow was thrown loosely over it. This accomplished, they started back for the camp with all possible speed.

      It was a long tramp, and although he did his best Sam lagged behind.

      "You go on, don't mind me," said the youngest Rover. "Only keep them from running off with our goods."

      It was a good half hour before the camp was reached. When they came in sight of the spot it looked deserted.

      "We may as well go slow," cautioned John Barrow. "There may be some sort of a trap set for us."

      They advanced with their guns ready for use, but nobody appeared, and presently they stood close to the camp-fire. Then Dick ran into the shelter, to find Jasper Grinder lying as Sam had left him.

      "Mr. Grinder, where is the Baxter crowd?" he asked.

      "Gone, half an hour ago," replied the wounded man.

      "Where did they go to?"

      "I don't know. They said something about following you up and spying on you, to see if you had found the treasure."

      "Creation!" ejaculated Dick, and ran outside again. "We've made a mess of it!" he said. "They followed us up, and more than likely they've got the treasure box this minute!"

      It was found that but little in the camp had been disturbed, excepting that Sam's gun had been taken off. What to do was now the question. Sam could not walk further.

      "Better stay here," said Dick. "If the Baxter

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