CHAPTER XXIII.
THE BAXTERS ARE FOLLOWED.
"Well, I never!"
Dick gazed at the silver, the map, the dagger, and the skull with mingled surprise and horror.
How had those things come there, and what was the mystery concerning them?
Coming closer, he picked up several of the dollars and examined them. All were dated thirty to forty years back.
Then he picked up the dagger, a beautiful affair of polished steel with a curiously wrought handle of buckhorn.
The skull he left untouched.
The map was covered with dust, some of which he endeavored to blow away. Beneath he saw that there were odd tracings of many kinds, and letterings in a language which was strange to him. Then his light began to go out and he shouted for Peterson to join him.
The sound echoed and re-echoed throughout the cavern, showing that the place was even more
