“Must be a pretty big treasure to get a multi-millionaire like this Dunn all excited over it,” says Catty.
“Bet there’s barrels and boxes and crates of gold and jewels,” says I.
Catty looked kind of discouraged. “Must be,” says he. “And what I want to know,” he says, “is, how in the world you and me could carry off all that weight of stuff even if we found it?”
“Give it up,” says I.
“Anyhow,” says he, “we might grab onto a boat load of it. You know a dinghy full of diamonds would be worth a lot money. Better than nothing.”
“Geewhillikins,” says I, “just think of it. A boat load of diamonds, and every diamond worth a hundred dollars. Why, you could get ’most a million diamonds in a boat.”
“Let’s not count ’em up till we get ’em,” says he.
“And rubies and emeralds,” says I. “Whoop!”
“And a man guarding them, and a yacht with twenty more men on it just come to help guard it—and nobody but two kids to fight them all. Looks kind of sickly, don’t it?”
“You bet,” says I.