"P'r'aps we'd better start," said Jimmy again.
"In a minute, in a minute," exclaimed Mr. Daddles, poking about. "Hunt, boys, hunt,—I feel sure we'll find something if we only hunt."
We hunted, scraped over the earth and sand around that tree, and moved every stone and pebble.
"I tell you we must find some treasure here,—we MUST!"
"How can we?" asked Ed, "if there isn't any to find."
"But there is. I know there is!"
We stared at him.
"I know there is, because I buried it myself."
"You did? When? How? Where? What for?"
"When you all went down to swim. I thought you would feel disappointed not to find any treasure, so I buried all I had,—a dollar and a quarter,—two halves, two dimes, and a nickel. And now we've got to find it, or we can't get back on that horse-car. We'll have to walk,—or else be as bad as Ike Flanders."