We looked the rest through, but found nothing but the gold coins.

The altar ornaments and jewels were lacking.
"Probably buried in another box or so," said Denton.
Schwartz wanted to dig around a little.
"No good," said I.

"We've got our work cut out for us as it is." Denton backed me up.

We were both old hands at the business, had each in our time suffered the "cotton-mouth" thirst, and the memory of it outweighed any desire for treasure.
But Schwartz was money-mad.

Left to himself he would have staid on that sand flat to perish, as certainly as had poor Billy.