When all was ready, according to Georgina’s instructions, he turned around three times, then facing the east tossed the compass over his shoulder, saying solemnly, “Brother, go find your brother.” She stood ready to mark the spot when it should fall, but Captain Kidd was ahead of her and had the nut in his teeth before she could reach the place where it had touched the ground. So Richard took the nut away and held the agitated little terrier by the collar while Georgina went through the same ceremony.
This time Richard reached the nut before the dog, and drew a circle around the spot where it had lain. Then he began digging into the sand with the hoe so industriously that Captain Kidd was moved to frantic barking.
“Here, get to work yourself and keep quiet,” ordered Richard. “Rats! You’ll have Cousin James coming out to see what we’re doing, first thing you know. He thinks something is the matter now, every time you bark. Rats! I say.”
The magic word had its effect. After an instant of quivering eagerness the dog pounced into the hole which Richard had started, and sent the sand flying furiously around him with his active little paws. Georgina dragged the accumulating piles aside with the fire-shovel on one side, and Richard plied the hoe on the other. When the hole grew too deep for Captain Kidd to dig in longer, Richard stepped in and went deeper. But it was unsatisfactory work. The shifting sand, dry as powder at this depth, was constantly caving in and filling up the space.
They tried making new holes, to the north of the old one, then to the south, then on the remaining sides. They were still at it when the whistle at the cold-storage plant blew for noon. Georgina rubbed a sleeve across her red, perspiring face, and shook the ends of her curls up and down to cool her hot neck.
“I don’t see how we can dig any more to-day,” she said wearily. “The sun is blistering. I feel all scorched.”
“I’ve had enough,” confessed Richard. “But we’ve got to find that pouch.”
After a moment’s rest, leaning on the hoe-handle, he had an inspiration. “Let’s get Manuel and Joseph and Rosa to help us. They’d dig all day for a nickel.”
“I haven’t one nickel left,” said Georgina. Then she thought a moment. “But I could bring some jelly-roll. Those Fayals would dig for eats as quick as they would for money. I’ll tell Belle we’re going to have a sort of a picnic over here and she’ll let me bring all that’s left in the cake box.”
Richard investigated his pockets. A solitary nickel was all he could turn out. “Two cents for each of the boys and one for Rosa,” he said, but Georgina shook her head.