"Dollars, you mean, Max?"

"Sure thing. And perhaps they may bring us five or ten times as much. I'll
have my father take them to the city, and consult an expert," Max went on.

"Wow! that's going some, now, I tell you!" cried the other, with delight
pictured on his glowing face.

"Two hundred sure, first pop, and mebbe a thousand! Say, Max, it begins to
look like our wildest dreams might come true, and we'll be able to carry
out all those bully old plans we made."

"Yes," said Max, deliberately, "if we can only guard our new find better
than we did the other."

"We must make sure to have one chum doing sentry duty all the time,"
remarked Steve, solemnly. "That's only good sound sense, I take it, Max."

"Guess you're right about that, my boy," asserted the other, with a
peculiar little smile that, however, Steve failed to notice. "And, now,
suppose we finish up the lot we've still got to open." "Right you are,"
declared Steve.

"But, first, please let me have those pearls. I'd hate to have them lost
in this grass here. And I believe I can keep them safe in this red
handkerchief of mine till we find a chance to stow 'em away in the
haversack, after the boys examine our find."

"In the haversack!" echoed Steve. "Why, that's where we had the one that
disappeared, box and all."