rn around,
it becomes the right!"

"Well, we'll tackle that one first," smiled the explorer. "But we'll
have to satisfy Gholab before we do anything else. Impalla steak would
taste pretty good right now, to me."

None the less, the boys were too hungry to do much speculating over the
treasure, eager though they were. Half an hour later, over their tea, a
council was held as to just how to get at the cache. Spades they had
none, and the spears and swords of the Masai were not fitted for
digging.

"Listen," said Jack impatiently. "Mowbray said he located the cache,
didn't he? Well, at best, he had only a few hours over here. When he
burned down the place the smoke kept him from knowing that his Arabs had
lit out. That stands to reason. He didn't have time to dig around; he
knew right where that stuff was hid, and he went for it. If he found
it, the earth would still be pretty loose where he dug."

"I've got a better scheme than digging," put in Charlie, his eyes
gleaming. "Hitch up the cattle to the posts an' pull 'em out."

"Good!" shouted Schoverling. "We're behind the times on thoughts,
Doctor! Gholab, inspan the cattle over by those posts."

Ten minutes later the oxen were standing ready, while the explorer and
the boys made the ox-chains fast to one of the heavy posts. Slowly the
oxen forged ahead, but to their dismay the post broke off short.

"That's a pretty good sign that the earth is unmoved," declared
Schoverling cheerfully. "Now for the other one."

Once more the oxen were inspanned to the other post, and walked off at
the yells of the Indians. This time a shout went up from all, for the
huge post had been ripped out of the earth bodily, leaving a cavity
exposed. Charlie leaped down at once, feeling around.

"More logs down here," he cried. "We'll have to throw out the dirt after
all."

Instantly Jack was at his side, with two of the broad-bladed Masai
knives. There was but room for one to work, but with Jack above and
Charlie below the dirt began to fly at a great rate. The two boys were
soon plastered with sandy mud. Then came a shout from Charlie, who was
buried to his eyes.

"Catch hold, up there!"

Something rose above the ground, and Schoverling and Jack caught it,
while the doctor peered down. No sooner had the explorer caught the long
object than he gave a cry.

"Those aren't logs, Chuck! They're tusks--wrapped up for carriage!"

A moment later the hole had been enlarged in the sandy