[Gutenberg 43102] • The Rope of Gold / A Mystery Story for Boys

[...] "He'll be killed!" Johnny exclaimed aloud. But no. The space at the foot of the wall was clear of brush. The next moment he saw the man plainly. He went skulking along the wall to at last lose himself in the shadows of some ancient palm trees. "We've seen the last of him," Johnny told himself as he rose to take a long breath. "I must be getting back to camp. Dorn and old Pompee will think[...].