"My gold piece—I found it hidden under the gun-track," answered Si.
Walter's face turned red, as he remembered what Jim Haskett had said concerning his talking in his sleep. "Why, Si—are—are you sure it is your piece?" he faltered.
"Certainly. There is the date, 1876—centennial year, and here is a scratch I once made with my jack-knife. It's the very one that was taken from my bag, beyond any doubt."
Si continued to look at Walter, while Caleb suddenly turned and gazed out of the porthole, while Stuben, the hose-man, whistled softly to himself.
"Why, Si, have you got your money back?" cried Paul, who had just chanced up.
"Yes."
"And where did you find it?"
"Under the gun, by the track." And Si pointed out the place with his forefinger.
"Under the gun! Why, that is where Haskett said Walter hid it!" was Paul's comment, before he stopped to think twice. "I mean—that is, Haskett said something about it," he stammered.
"I know he did," answered the Yankee youth, coldly.