hands fervently for one brief instant. Then:

"See here, Hal, I've got to dart forward again, or Millard will be out
of sight. But I'll tell you what--while I trail Millard, you concern
yourself only with following me."

"Good enough," whispered Hastings, nodding. "Now, you start again!"

For just an instant Millard had disappeared. However, by moving forward
quickly, Benson was soon able to make out the quarry through the
darkness.

For some five minutes more the chase continued. Then, his long body
rather sharply defined against the sky, Millard began the ascent of a
low hill that ended in a cliff overlooking the broad ocean.

As Millard's course forward could end only in the sea, Jack now crouched
low, stealing along a parallel course behind a low ridge of rock.

Then Millard suddenly stepped into a clump of tall bushes. Though his
game was now out of sight, Jack did not lose his nerve, for he could
hear the fellow.

Spink! spank! clank! The noise came from a shovel, vigorously used.

"Not a hard one to guess," throbbed Captain Jack Benson, exultantly.
"He has brought his maps and his stolen records with him, and is
burying them in this lonely spot until some other time when he'll feel
safe about coming back for them. Talk about luck! Why, Hal and I can
pounce on this fellow, when he comes out over yonder, and, after we get