“It’s funny those pirates didn’t find these maps,” says I, “when they were digging. I picked this right out of the hole they dug.”
“Just luck,” says Catty. “They almost found it. It was right on the edge of their digging, I guess, and when the rain washed the sand down it was uncovered. Mighty lucky, wasn’t it?”
“Mighty lucky it wasn’t the real treasure,” says I, “that Mr. Topper is so hot after.”
“You bet,” says Catty.
Well, we kept going along till we came to a little tumbledown shanty that Catty said he guessed had been used for a fisherman’s shack once, and we stopped there and rested.
“Here would be a good place to hide our treasure map,” says he.
“Fine,” says I. “How’ll we do it?”
“Have to do it scientific,” says he. “Let’s see. Um.... Start at the corner of the cabin toward town and walk eleven paces. Then face the lighthouse off there on the end of the claw and walk fifteen paces.” I did it. “Now face the light at the entrance to the harbor and walk nine paces,” says he, and I did that.
“There,” he says, “dig a hole and bury it.”
So with our hands, we scraped a hole and stuck in the old chart case and buried it and smoothed over the spot.