"Why do you want to do that?"
"Well, you see the piano I'm going to buy belongs to a girl who lives next door to me at home. She practises on it all day long. Sometimes I get so I almost wish that she didn't have a piano at all."
Ed Mason voted for a horse, and I for a bicycle.
"I don't see how we can dig up much treasure, anyway," was Ed
Mason's comment, "not even if we find where it's buried."
"Why not?"
"What have we got to dig with?"
That was true,—we had forgotten to bring shovels.
"Never mind, this is only prospecting," Mr. Daddles reminded us. "We'll look around, and if we see any place that looks treasury, we'll come back another time."
We rowed around to the westerly side of Fishback Island, as the car-driver had suggested, and landed in a little pebbly cove.
Mr. Daddles was delighted with the appearance of the island. "I don't wonder they came here for treasure," said he. "It's the most likely looking place for a pirate's lair I ever saw in my life. Look at that tree on the hill,—a regular landmark. And look at the smuggler's cave!"