"This is the pace the horses are most accustomed to, and they will go on longer, at it, than at any other.

There is no fear of pursuit, and we have all day before us." After a quarter of a mile's riding, they came to a wood.
"We must turn in here," Dick said.

"We are going treasure hunting.

We hid those caskets, that were given us by the ladies, directly after we got them; and we are going to dig them up now, and take them with us." They rode at a walk, now, till they came to a very large baobab tree, growing by the path they were following.
"Here we turn off." "There is a man there," Surajah exclaimed, when they had ridden a few yards farther.
Dick checked his horse.
"It is Pertaub," he said, a moment later, and in a minute they were beside the Hindoo.
"I could not sleep, thinking of you, Sahib," the latter said, as they came up.

"So I came across here, partly to help you dig up the caskets, and partly that I might see you, and assure myself that, so far, all had gone well." "Thank you, Pertaub.