"There!" said he, "our treasure is much safer there than it would be
in our possession, for to-night, at least,"
Ben carefully took the bearings of the tree, that he might not
forget it. There was little difficulty about this, as it was larger
than any of its neighbors, not so tall, perhaps, but of greater
circumference.
"I shall remember it now," he said to himself.
As Ben walked back to the humble cabin he became very drowsy. He was
quite fatigued with his day's march, and it was now nearly or quite
two hours since his companion had fallen asleep.
It was fortunate for him that Ben had been more wakeful.
"I shall be glad enough to sleep now," thought Ben. "I don't know
when I have felt more tired."
He reached the cabin door, and listened outside to learn whether any
one were stirring. He could still hear the sonorous snore of Jack,
and could distinguish the deep breathing of his hostess. All seemed
to be safe.
He softly opened the door, and closed it after him. Without arousing
any one, he made his way up the ladder to the loft, where Bradley
lay precisely as he had left him.
Ben threw himself down beside him with a deep sigh of satisfaction,
and in ten minutes he, too, was sound asleep.
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