It was the treasure-box, sure enough, occupying a snug little cavern, along with an empty powder-keg, a couple of guns in leather cases, two or three pairs of old moccasins, a leather belt, and some other rubbish well soaked with the water-drip.

     "Got it at last!" said Huck, ploughing among the tarnished coins with his hand. "My, but we're rich, Tom!"

     "Huck, I always reckoned we'd get it. It's just too good to believe, but we have got it, sure! Say--let's not fool around here. Let's snake it out. Lemme see if I can lift the box."

     It weighed about fifty pounds. Tom could lift it, after an awkward fashion, but could not carry it conveniently.

     "I thought so," he said; "They carried it like it was heavy, that day at the ha'nted house. I noticed that. I reckon I was right to think of fetching the little bags along."

     The money was soon in the bags and the boys took it up to the cross rock.

     "Now less fetch the guns and things," said Huck.