"I'm inclined to think it's a hoax.

Some one trying to fool the old fellow.

If there'd been any treasure, I guess one could have trusted old 'Wrecker' Wicks to get after it....

But, boys, it's bed-time, anyhow.

Come down to the office in the morning and we'll look it over." So our meeting broke up for the time being, and taking my candle, I went upstairs, to dream of caves overflowing with gold pieces, and John Tinker, fierce and moustachioed, standing over me, a cutlass between his teeth, and a revolver in each hand..