“Not very much gold,” said Andy. “I thought there would be a pot full.”
“It doesn’t take much gold to make quite a sum, Andy. You know a ten-dollar gold piece isn’t very large.”
“That is true.”
The boys inspected the pieces with interest and counted them up. All told there were four hundred and twenty-three pieces, some large and some small, English, French, and Spanish gold, as they made out by some of the tarnished markings.
“Let us take the pot and all along,” said Pepper. “Mr. Strong will wish to see the whole thing.”
“And let us mark this place, so we can find it again,” added Andy.
They hung the pot with its contents on a stout stick, and two carried it at a time. Having marked the neighborhood, they set off along the trail, and after a rather tedious walk reached the highway running into Cedarville.
“I know where we are now,” said Jack. “We needn’t go all the way to Cedarville. We can branch off a little way below here and go directly to Putnam Hall.”
They followed his advice, and half an hour later, just as the sun was setting, came in sight of the school. They were soon seen, and a shout went up.
“There are Jack, Andy, and Pepper now!”