"Yes, I see him," was the answer. "But he is gone now. He went off in a small boat that touched here yesterday."
"It's just as well," said Tom. "We didn't want to see the fellow starve here."
But at the cave which Dick and the others had discovered he changed his tune, for there were many signs that Dan Baxter had visited the locality. The money which had been lying on the dust-covered table was gone, likewise the map and the dagger.
"We are out that much," said Dick to Larry and Peterson.
"The boxes and casks are not disturbed," replied the old lumberman.
"He couldn't carry those," said Larry. "Perhaps he thinks to come back for these later."
"Then we'll fool him," replied Dick.
All of the goods were transferred to the steam tug and taken to Detroit, where, after remaining unclaimed for some time, they were sold, the sale netting the Rovers and their friends several thousand dollars.
One odd-shaped box Dick kept as a souvenir. It had been a money casket and was lined with brass. Little did the youth dream of all the strange adventures into which that casket was to lead him and his brothers. What those adven-
