CHAPTER XIV.
THE START UP THE RIVER.
"If it wasn't for finding that treasure box I'd just as lief stay here for a few days," remarked Tom, on getting up the following morning.
"Ditto myself," came from Sam. "We could have a boss good time, eh?"
"How about it if Nellie and Grace weren't here?" came from Dick, and then dodged a shoe thrown at him by Tom and a pillow sent forth by Sam. "No, boys, it won't do—we must leave for the hunt to-day. Why, there may be a million in it."
"That's right, Dick; when you fly, fly high," said Tom. "That Frenchman never had a million. If he had a couple of thousand he'd be lucky."
"And of course, a couple of thousand is of no importance to us," put in Sam grandiloquently.
"All right; I'll go on the hunt alone."
"No, Dick, of course we'll go," said Tom hastily. "When do you want to start?"
"As soon as Mr. Barrow can get off."
But, in spite of Dick's anxiety to get off, the
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