Damon was announced.

"Tell him to come in," ordered Tom, always glad to see his
friend. "Wait a minute, though!" he called to the messenger. "Is
any one with him?"

"No, sir; he is alone."

"Good! Then show him right in. I was afraid," said Tom to Ned,
who was also in the office, "that he had Hardley with him. I'm
not quite ready to see him yet."

"Then you haven't made up your mind about going for the
treasure?"

"Not exactly. I shall, perhaps, this week."

"Bless my matchbox, Tom, but I'm glad to see you!" cried Mr.
Damon, as he hastened forward with outstretched hand. "I was
afraid you might be out. Now look here! What about my friend
Hardley? He's very anxious to know your decision about going for
that treasure, and I said I'd come over and sound you. I don't
mind saying, Tom, that if you go I'm going too; if you'll take
me, of course."

"Well, Mr. Damon, you know you'll always be welcome, as far as
I am concerned," said the young inventor; "but, as a matter of
fact, I don't believe I'm going."

"What? Not going to pick up a million dollars off the floor of