. "It would be a welcome addition to
any museum, Mart, and our Kanakas can take off the skin in a few hours.
And think--after it's mounted and set up, you'll see your name on the
bottom--killed and presented by Mart Judson! How's that?"

"Pretty good," grinned Mart. "But say, let's get down to solid earth,
Cap'n. Are we going to get after the rest of that treasure down there?"

"Are we?" retorted the captain. "Surest thing you know, Mart! We'll bury
poor old Jerry to-morrow morning, and in the afternoon we'll send down a
couple of the men, when we've made sure that the Pirate Shark is out of
the way. And if there's as much of the stuff as you say you saw, Mart,
you'll have a good stake to--"

"Hold on," interrupted Mart, surprised. "You seem to think that I'm
trying to grab it all, Cap'n. I didn't mean to--"

"Of course you didn't," laughed Captain Hollinger, stretching out easily
in his chair. "But I'd like to know who else the gold belongs to, Mart.
You've won it by right of conquest, seems to me."

"That's right," added Bob hastily. "It's all yours, old boy. You fought
for it, and you ought to--"

"Now look here," and Mart leaned forward earnestly, with his air of
determination. "That's not right. I'd never have got up if it hadn't
been for Bob, Cap'n. We're in on this thing as partners, and when we get
that treasure we're goin' to split on it, or Mart Judson isn't goin' to
touch any of it. Now, that goes."

There was no doubt that he meant his words. Bob, however, still
attempted to protest, but Mart promptly shut him up.

"None of that, Holly. I guess there's enough treasure there to satisfy
us all, and my end of it is going for an education. That's all I have to
say."

"Then that settles it," laughed Captain Hollinger, rising at the sound
of the gong from the mess saloon. "Ah Sing has mess ready, and I'm
famished. Come along, boys, and we'll all feel better after a bite to
eat."

He led the way out, but at the door Mart stopped his chum.

"I forgot to thank you, Holly," he said quietly. "I won't forget that it
was you pulled me up, old man. And when we mount the Pirate Shark, our
names go on that brass plate together!"

And Bob grinned happily as they struck hands.

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