"It is true, Dick. I was as much astonished as you."
"I suppose Baxter promised him a share of the treasure if it was found."
"More than likely. But I don't believe they'll find the treasure."
Tom and Sam soon told their story, to which Dick and John Barrow listened with keen interest. Hardly, however, was the tale finished than the guide urged them to move on.
"It's quite a few miles to camp," he said. "And, unless I am mistaken, it's getting ready for a big fall o' snow."
John Barrow was right about the snow. Less than a quarter of an hour later the thick flakes began to fall. Then came a finer snow, which the wind blew around them like so much hard salt.
"We are in for a corker!" cried the guide. "The sooner we git back to our supplies the better it will be for us!"
