The Great Agra Treasure Our captive sat in the cabin opposite to the iron box which he had done so much and waited so long to gain.

He was a sunburned, reckless-eyed fellow, with a net-work of lines and wrinkles all over his mahogany features, which told of a hard, open-air life.

There was a singular prominence about his bearded chin which marked a man who was not to be easily turned from his purpose.

His age may have been fifty or thereabouts, for his black, curly hair was thickly shot with gray.

His face in repose was not an unpleasing one, though his heavy brows and aggressive chin gave him, as I had lately seen, a terrible expression when moved to anger.