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The canoe was now approaching the land. The bay opened out, and a gap in the white surf of the reef marked where the little river ran out to the sea; the thicker and deeper green of the virgin forest showed its course down the distant hill slope. The forest here came close to the beach. Far beyond, dim and almost cloudlike in texture, rose the mountains, like suddenly frozen waves. The sea was still save for an almost imperceptible swell. The sky blazed.

'The Treasure in the Forest' is the tale of two treasure hunters, Evans and Hooker, who have murdered a Chinese man to steal his map, which locates a buried stash of gold ingots. The Chinese man had boasted that he had ensured the safety of his secret hoard. But what can he have meant by this? When Evans and Hooker arrive at the location of the hoard, the first thing they find is a dead body of another Chinese man. But how did he die? And why did he fail to get away with the gold?

Herbert George Wells (1866-1946) was a prolific English writer of science fiction stories and novels and is frequently credited as being the father of science fiction. 'The Treasure in the Forest' is the tale of two treasure hunters, Evans and Hooker, who have murdered a Chinese man to steal his map, which locates a buried stash of gold ingots. The Chinese man had boasted that he had ensured the safety of his secret hoard. But what can he have meant by this?

Evans and Hooker happened to overhear the general location of a jungle treasure. While the two saw this as an opportunity those who buried the treasure knew something the treasure hunters did not. Follow this short story from acclaimed author H.G. Wells to see what becomes of this duo.

In the heart of the Olympic Rainforest, two adventurous 10-year-old boys stumble upon a treasure map that leads them on a journey of a lifetime. With their trusty companion, they set out to find hidden gold, and other treasures encountering perils and wonders beyond their wildest dreams.

La canoa estaba acercándose ahora a tierra firme. La bahía se abría, y un intervalo en el blanco oleaje del arrecife indicaba el lugar por donde el pequeño río desembocaba en el mar. La zona de verde más espesa y profunda del bosque virgen delataba su curso bajando desde la distante ladera montañosa. Aquí el bosque casi llegaba hasta la playa. A lo lejos se levantaban las montañas de textura oscura y semejantes a nubes, como si fueran olas repentinamente heladas.