In Search of Treasure. Alger Horatio Jr.

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      Whether I shall ever be able to make any use of this information, I do not know. It would require a considerable outlay in money to fit out an expedition, and I have very little chance of inducing anyone to make this outlay. I have, however, written out an account of the sailor’s revelation to me, in the hope that someone, perhaps after my death, may seek and obtain a treasure which I think must be of fabulous amount.

(Signed) George Brandon.

      Guy read this letter with breathless interest. He took in the full importance of its contents.

      He realized that by the death of his uncle he became the next heir to this far-away treasure. What should he do about it? With him there was the same embarrassment and the same difficulty that his uncle had experienced.

      The treasure he fully believed in, but it was located thousands of miles away on a small island in the Indian Ocean.

      It was tantalizing to reflect that it existed, and might make him rich, when it seemed wholly beyond his grasp. All the capital he could command was about twenty-five dollars in the Bayport Savings Bank.

      The next question was: Should he tell his father of the discovery he had made? It might be his duty to do so. He did not know as to that.

      His father had given him full permission to open and examine the chest and its contents. Possibly the papers and the secret belonged to him, but he knew very well that they would be of no earthly benefit to a quiet country minister who lived in his books and his study.

      To him—Guy—on the other hand, it might prove of value. He did not know when or how, but he was young, and to the young all things are possible.

      So, after thinking the matter over fully, Guy resolved to keep the matter secret.

      He glanced at the second paper, and found that it was a minute description of the island, but he had not got far enough along to feel interested in this. It would keep.

      Guy went downstairs slowly, plunged in thought. He hoped his father would not ask about the contents of the chest, but he need not have felt alarmed. The matter had passed entirely out of the minister’s thoughts.

      In order the better to think over the wonderful revelation, Guy went out for a stroll. Like many older persons, he found a walk was favorable to thought.

      He walked slowly up the street to the post office. At the corner of the second street, just opposite the dry goods store, he met a boy whom he had never liked.

      It was Noah Crane, the son of Deacon Crane, already referred to as desiring a younger minister.

      The thought of the deacon’s wish to drive his father from Bayport was not calculated to increase Guy’s friendship for the son. Yet he would be courteous, being naturally a gentleman.

      “Where are you going, Guy?” asked Noah.

      “I am only taking a walk.”

      “Some other people may have to take a walk,” said Noah, with a coarse laugh.

      “What do you mean?” asked Guy, coloring, for he knew to what the deacon’s son referred.

      “Oh, I guess I’d better not tell,” replied Noah, in a tantalizing tone.

      “Just as you please,” said Guy, coolly.

      Noah was disappointed, for he wanted Guy to ask him a question which he was very ready to answer. Guy’s indifference piqued him.

      “You’ll know soon enough,” added Crane.

      “In that case I will be content to wait.”

      “I don’t know that I have any objection to tell, though. I mean your father.”

      “Take care how you talk about my father,” said Guy, angrily. “I won’t stand it.”

      “Oh, is your father so high and mighty that he can’t be spoken about?”

      “He can be spoken about—respectfully.”

      “I suppose you think he’s a great man because he’s a minister.”

      “I rank a minister higher than a deacon,” retorted Guy, quietly.

      “You do, hey? Why, my father could buy out your father two or three times over.”

      “That may be; but what does that prove?”

      “It proves that you’d better be careful how you talk. I heard my father say the other day that the people wanted a new minister—a young man that would make things lively. I shouldn’t wonder if your father’d have to take a walk before long.”

      “And I am certain that you’ll have to walk pretty fast if you don’t want to feel the force of my fists.”

      Guy advanced toward Noah so menacingly that the latter took counsel of prudence and retreated hastily.

      “Keep away from me, you bully!” he cried, “or I’ll tell my father!”

      Guy laughed, and walked away, not caring to have any difficulty with Noah. What the deacon’s son had said, however, furnished him food for reflection.

      Things began to look serious. There was evidently a movement on foot to get rid of his father, and this movement was headed by Deacon Crane, a man of influence in the parish and the town.

      “If I could only get hold of this treasure, say within a year,” thought Guy, “I would snap my fingers at the deacon. It would make me rich, and if I were rich my father would be rich, too, and independent of the parish.”

      The “if,” however, though a very short word, was a very important one. It seemed about as practicable to go in search of the treasure as to undertake a journey to the moon, and no more so.

      When Guy went home to dinner he found Captain Grover, an old schoolmate of his father, a guest at the parsonage.

      The captain and his family lived in New Bedford, and he was about to start on a voyage from there. Happening to be in Bayport on a little private business, he called on the minister. Unlike some shipmasters, he was a man of a kindly nature, and was a favorite with Guy.

      “So here is Guy,” he said, as the boy entered. “Bless my soul, Guy, I shouldn’t have known you if I had met you out of Bayport, you have grown so. What are you going to do with him, Brother Fenwick?”

      “I would like to send him to Harvard, John,” replied the minister, “but there doesn’t seem to be any chance of that,” he added, with a sigh.

      “Why not?”

      “Because I am not rich enough.”

      “Oh, well, college is all very well, but there are other things that are good for a boy. If I had a son, I don’t think I would send him to college.”

      “I agree with you, Captain Grover,” said Guy, promptly.

      “Your uncle George was a sailor?”

      “Yes, sir.”

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