"Why?"

"Well, that's all; I won't say any more, but be careful, or you may be
suddenly missing."

"What did you find, boy?"

"I'll tell you all about it in the morning."

The men retired to their blankets and Desmond also lay down, after
having promised that he would not attempt to explore any more that
night.

He did not sleep, however; the phantom voice, the treasure, and his
discovery kept him awake, and he lay thinking about ghosts and goblins,
and he muttered;

"Hang it! I never believed in ghosts;" then as he lay there, there came
to his mind a recollection of the jolly look that had rested on the face
of the guide, and there came to his mind a suspicion, and then a
certainty, that he had been fooled. He was a wonderfully sharp lad, and
he began to think the whole matter over, and he recalled the fact that
the ghost had spoken good English.

"Hang me!" he muttered, "if I don't believe I've been made a victim of a
huge joke, and Brooks and Creedon are both guilty in aiding to give me a
scare. All right, to-morrow we will see all about it; I'll get square."

Desmond did fall asleep at length, and when he awoke Brooks and Creedon
were eating their breakfast, and Creedon said as Desmond joined them: