“Found! Found! After all, that old yarn was true! It’s the ‘buried treasure’, as sure as I’m alive! Hurra!”
Away he sped carrying the big box above his head and summoning all his fellow searchers to join him at the house-boat and behold.
Half-dazed by this success Dorothy picked up the discarded fragments of the paper cutter, and followed him. But even as she did so she wondered:
“Odd! That he can carry it so, on the very tips of his fingers, and so high up! I thought ‘buried treasure’ was always gold, and a box full of gold would be terrible heavy. Even two, three hundred dollars that Mr. Ford let me lift, out in California, weighed a lot!”
But she shared to the full the excitement of all the company who now threw down their own tools to follow Corny with his joyous shouts:
“Come on! Come on, all! The ‘treasure’ is found!”