During the progress of the meal Allen related all of his wonderful story of the fall from the bridge, the journey on the underground river, and of his struggle to reach the open air once more. He said nothing about the wealth which lay exposed in the cavern or of the fact that it was Uncle Barnaby's mine, for he felt he had no right to mention those matters before Ike Watson and Noel Urner, friends though they might be. Uncle Barnaby had guarded his secret well and he would do the same.
All listened with deep interest to what he had to say.
"It was a wonder the fall into the water didn t kill you," said Paul. "Such a distance as it was!"
"Lilly saved my life but it cost her her own," returned Allen, and he sighed, for Lilly had been his favorite for several years.
Chet and Paul were eager that Allen should hear Noel Urner's story and the young man from New York related it without delay. Allen was as much surprised as his brothers had been, and so was Ike Watson.
"I am afraid somebody has played Uncle Barnaby foul," cried Allen, his face full of anxiety.
