ad,' said the General simply, as soon as he was on the
ladder; 'you saved me from an ugly death. I shall not forget you.'

Nor did he. Later in the day Buenos Ayres was captured, with but slight
loss to the British. Four thousand Spanish cavalry fled away inland,
leaving the artillery and all the treasures of the city to be the spoil
of the army, and that same evening Anstey was once more summoned before
the General, and told that to him would be entrusted the honour of
conducting to London the precious stones and jewels and the other
treasures found in the city coffers.

On September 20th of the same year a strange procession might have been
seen passing along Pall Mall to the Bank of England. First of all came
eight waggons loaded with gold and precious stones, each waggon being
preceded by a Jack Tar carrying a flag with the word 'Treasure' on it.
Then came the field-pieces and the Spanish colours captured at Buenos
Ayres, and last of all rode Gerald Anstey--the proud guardian of these
valuable trophies.

The jewels, stones, and boxes, containing over a million dollars, were
deposited at the Bank of England, and the colours and field-pieces were
taken to the Tower of London, where those interested in such matters may
still see them.

History, however, compels us to state that the capture of Buenos Ayres
was but a short-lived triumph, as it was wrested from us in the
following year.

THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.

(_Continued from page 75._)

Having secured the turret door to prevent interruption, Alan drew
Marjorie to the settle, and began the story of his adventure in the
wood: how he had discovered the secret passage from the cliff into the
great cave; how he had lingered that very morning near the old ruined
summer-house, and heard Thomas and the other man talking; and how he had
seen Peet leave the ruin.

'Now it comes to this,' he wound up. 'Thomas is up to some fishy thing
or other, bribed by a greater villain than himself. The question is,
what _is_ he up to? Can you guess?'

'If it was burglary,' said Marjorie, sagely, 'what could they possibly
want in the ruined summer-house? I have never been into it, but I can't
fancy anything of value can be kept there.'

'Yet those two men were hunting just now for the cellar door that led to
it.'

'So they were.'

Marjorie sat silent, thinking the problem out. Alan did not interrupt
her, so great was his faith in his sister. She often hit on t