"I shouldn't wonder," said Harry, kindly. "It looks just like the pocket-piece I threw at Ike. Wait. I'll see."
But although he searched among the stones and bushes at the place where the pocket-piece might have bounded from Ike's back, he did not come across it, and neither did Terry nor George.
"It was the same kind of quartz, though," he insisted. "Where did you find your piece, Virgie?"
"Over there," answered Virgie, vaguely. "I don't remember. Can't I have it? Isn't it gold? That's a gold mine."
"Maybe it is gold, from the True Blue mine. You can tell your father you mined it," bantered Harry.
"Goody!" And Virgie tightly clutched it. "And I can buy Duke with it. They're going to make him fight a bear and I don't want him to fight a bear."
"What's that?" Harry's voice rang sharply. "Who said so?"
"Sure," affirmed George. "We saw him, in a show. And there's a sign up telling folks to bring in a bear and have a match."
"Great Scotland! Why didn't you mention it before?" Harry was visibly disturbed.
"I did, to Terry."