Thus had been accomplished the undoing of Carl Weddigen. Now he was headed for prison and a trial where he would have to answer for all his crimes. The gold bullion from the _Dominion_ had been transferred from the _Monterey_ to the _Jules Verne_. Taking the _Monterey_ in tow, the _Marblehead_ left on the afternoon of the second day for Boston, while the _Jules Verne_ put back to Bridgeford. On the deck of the latter, as the _Marblehead_ drew away from the cove in Martha's Vineyard, stood two stalwart youths who had played a stirring part in the drama that had been staged. By their side sat a lean hound with silken ears well set up and a silver-plated collar that reflected the afternoon sun with brilliant shafts of light. "Well, how do you like Treasure Cove, old pal?" asked Dick of his chum. Treasure Cove was the name they had dubbed the inlet and bar where the _Dominion_ had gone ashore during war days. "Fine, indeed," laughed Jay. "Even though I nearly lost my life here earlier in the summer." "And even though we both have been having a nice little party with lots of gun play these last few days," facetiously added Dick. "One thing about it--Weddigen saved us all the work of digging up this gold out of the _Dominion_," said Dick, with a whimsical smile. "And came near blowing us all to kingdom come--would have done it sure as guns but for Fismes here, who saved the day." Jay took the nose of the big pet in his hands and rubbed the dog's forehead while the animal grunted in appreciation. They discussed Weddigen again and agreed he was just about the toughest customer they had ever encountered. It was a satisfaction to them to know that he had been apprehended, and that they had played a signal part in bringing him to bay. After a time Jay said: "Well, it's been a pretty nice summer after all, hasn't it?" Dick shook his head in emphatic approval. He wouldn't have missed it for all the world, he added. "And likely to prove a very profitable summer." This came from another voice near at hand. The Brighton boys turned to greet their captain. "Likely to net you chaps a handsome profit, indeed, after all this Treasure Cove fight heaped up on top of your various other exploits. I'll wager you it's a young fortune you draw down at Bridgeford before you go back to school." "Perhaps more than we deserve," offered Jay. "More than you deserve?" Captain Austin's voice rose to a high pitch. "You chaps surely merit every single dollar that will be paid to you. And it will be a good roll, my boys. Just think of it. First of all, you have the thousand dollars each that were voted you by President Walter, of the Salvage Company. Now you get a bonus on all the treasure that we have reclaimed in addition to the wage scale agreed upon in your contract. On top of this is still another item." Both boys looked up. "Don't forget that the United States Government offered a prize for the capture of Carl Weddigen."