CHAPTER XXVI.

LOOKING FOR THE CAMPING OUTFIT.

For the moment, all stood aghast over the discovery which had been made.

"This is Joseph Farvel's work!" cried Robert Menden, when he could

speak. "He means to make us quit the search and go back to San Juan."

"The pesky rascal!" muttered old Jacob. "Jest wish I could lay hands on

him, thet's all!"

"What is we ter do?" queried Danny. "I can't git no supper wid nuthin'

ter work wid."

"This is certainly a bad fix," said Don. Then he looked at Dash. "Too

bad, eh, old boy?"

"I forgot Dash!" cried Dick. "I wonder if he can't follow the trail of

the thief?"

"To be sure he can," ejaculated Leander. "Can't you, Dash?" And the dog

wagged his tail.

"Do we want to follow him?" questioned Menden.

"We want our stuff back," answered Dick, determinedly. "Besides, we

can't do anything in the cave without those other ropes."

"Yes, let us follow the trail right now—if we kin do it," said old

Jacob.

They were all out of humor, being tired and hungry, and had Joseph

Farvel crossed their path just then, it would have gone hard with the

man. But our friends had made a great mistake, as we shall presently

see.

It took some little time to make Dash understand what was wanted. But

when Bob took a bone and pointed at the fire, and at one plate that had

been left behind, the canine knew what was wanted, and set off on a trot

that made them all hustle to keep up with him.

The trail led over the very top of the mountain and to a little bamboo

shack on the other side.

Nobody was in sight and they rightfully guessed that the bamboo shelter

was deserted.

Entering, they found all of their traps piled up in a corner, together

with some things which did not belong to them.

"Here's our stuff, and more," cried Don. "Good for Dash! He makes the

best kind of a detective."

While they were sorting out their goods, old Jacob, who was at the

doorway, announced that somebody was approaching.

"It's a man, but who, I can't tell, it's that dark," he said. "Better

prepare to give him a surprise."

"I believe it's Farvel, and that this other stuff is his," said Robert

Menden.

But as the newcomer came closer, all were surprised to see, not Joseph

Farvel, but Bumbum, the good-for-nothing Carib.

"We've made a big mistake," murmured Menden. "I'd almost forgotten about

this fellow."

"Well, I've not forgotten him," said Leander, grimly.

"Nor I," added Dick. "If he took this stuff, let us bring him up with a

round turn."

It was agreed to hide, and they did so without delay, behind a bush back

of the hut.

Bumbum approached rapidly, and lighting a torch, entered the clumsy

shelter.

Then taking a rope he began to tie together all the articles belonging

to the Dashaway's party, as well as the other things.

"Drop those, you rascal!"

The command came from Dick, and turning, the Carib found himself

confronted by two men, five boys and a dog.

The articles in his hands fell to the dirt flooring with a bang, and he

staggered back in terror.

"_Americano_—" he began, but could get no further.

"So we've caught you in the act," said Leander. "Pretty business for you

to be in, isn't it?"

"Bumbum no understand," stammered the native.

"You stole our outfit," came from Robert Menden.

"Bumbum no steal anyt'ing, señor. Bumbum find t'ings on de mountain."

"You can't make us believe that yarn," cried Bob. "You knew the things

belonged to us when you took them. You're a first-class sneak."

"Bumbum very honest, señor—nefer take not'ing, nefer!" And the Carib

nodded earnestly.

"You took our ten dollars fast enough," said Dick. He turned to the

others. "Hadn't he better give that money up?"

"Yes, make him give it ye back," said old Jacob. "He don't deserve a

cent." And the others agreed with him.

When the Carib was made to understand what was wanted, his face grew as

dark as the night outside. "You rob poor man—dat no fair," he muttered.

"You are a rascal and ought to be in jail," answered Robert Menden.

"Give the boys their money back and be quick about it."

But Bumbum was a miser, and rather than part with a single _peseta_, he

determined to try running away. With a bound he reached the outside of

the shack and started to run, when Don tripped him up and sent him

headlong.

A short struggle ensued, but the Carib was speedily overpowered, and

then his hands were bound behind him. In his pocket he had not only the

money Dick and Leander had been forced to give him, but also the wallet

stolen from Joseph Farvel.

"Here is your money, lads," said Robert Menden, as he handed the silver

to the two boys. "I must say I don't know what to do about Farvel's

wallet."

"Keep it, until you have the chance to give it back to him," suggested

Bob; and this advice was acted upon.

"And now what's to do with this critter?" put in old Jacob.

"He ought to be handed over to the authorities."

This was certainly true, but the nearest _alcalde_ was the one located

at Aguas Buenas, over five miles distant and they had no desire to make

such a trip that night.

"Let him go," said Leander, at last. "Boot him out of camp, and tell him

we'll have him arrested if he ever shows up again."

"All right," answered Robert Menden, and Bumbum was released. A sharp

quarrel of words followed, and then the Carib slunk away in the

darkness, more bitter against the entire party than ever.

"We want to keep our weather eyes open fer thet chap," was old Jacob's

comment. "He's the sort as would knife ye in the back if he got the

chance."

It was decided to remain at the bamboo hut over night, and a blaze was

speedily started and supper prepared. Everybody was too tired to go

hunting or fishing, and the evening meal was, consequently, a scant one.

It is doubtful if any of the boys slept very soundly that night. Each

head was filled with visions of the golden treasure, and each tried to

calculate mentally how much his share of the expected find would amount

to, after the necessary expenses were paid.

Each had to stand guard for an hour, but nothing happened to disturb

them, and by sunrise the camp was in motion.

"A hasty breakfast, lads," cried Robert Menden. "And then, ho! for the

treasure."

"And may it prove to be twice as large as expected," added Don.

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