"And there's enough on an island in the Pacific to buy a town as big as Nyack.

And I know where it is." "Eighty pounds of solid gold!" said the inn-keeper, looking enquiringly at Tite, then stooping down and testing the weight of the valise with his hands.

"It's so.

I always did know you'd come home a rich man." They now carried the valise into the veranda, knocked at the door, and listened for footsteps within.

The big old dog had been growling and barking fiercely for several minutes.