one, but that the man would have to keep quiet for several days or a week.
"We'll have to take turns at watching him," said Dick. "It's too bad, but I see no other way out of it."
They drew lots, and it fell to Sam to remain with the patient during the afternoon. An hour later Dick, Tom, and the guide set off to look once more for the treasure.
"Well, I'm tired enough to stay here and rest," said Sam. "That walking this morning played me out completely."
There was not much to do, since Jasper Grin der had brought in sufficient wood to last for a day or two. For an hour Sam rested and watched the former teacher, who had fallen into a doze. Then the youngest Rover set to work to improve the shelter, doing several things which the guide had suggested.
The youth was hard at work patching up one side of the improvised hut when he heard a movement in the brushwood not far away. Fearing some wild animal he ran for his gun, but ere he could reach the firearm a voice arrested him.
"Stop, Sam Rover, stop!"
The voice was that of Dan Baxter, and an instant later the bully came into view, rifle in hand, and followed by Bill Harney.
"What do you want here, Baxter?" demanded
