Mendall,
cheerily, "and the rest of the way there are pretty broad paths. Now for
the clearing up," and he led his half dozen followers after him into the
cave.
They made several trips until the crazy cart was heaped high with
veritable treasure bags.
"Oh, aren't you going to let us see what is in them now?" Betty
entreated, intense disappointment in her voice. "We are so anxious to
know."
"Sorry," said the big man kindly, "but I'll feel safer when this loot is
safely locked up on shore. We'll let you know exactly what's in them as
soon as we know ourselves," he promised.
"Nothing could be fairer than that," said Allen cheerfully. "I guess
since we've waited so long, we can afford to wait a little longer."
"It won't be much longer," Mr. Mendall responded. "We want you all to
know how grateful we are for this assistance. Without it we would
probably have been a long time getting to the bottom of things. As I
said before, you have rendered a great service to the community."
And with this graceful little speech, Mr. Mendall and two of the men he
had brought with him took their leave, carrying with them the precious
bags, one of which Mollie so hoped would contain some, at least, if not
the whole, of her mother's silver.
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