"I think you are a very clever dog. But isn't it too bad that they will never find their silver and there it will be all the time buried in their own back yard!"
"Of course they will find it!" exclaimed Zip.
"I would like to know how! For they won't be digging in that part of the garden."
"Well, they just will, for I am going to lead them to it!" Zip said.
"How are you going to do that when you can't talk, I should like to know?"
"No, I can't talk, but I can bark and make such a fuss that they will follow me to the place and then I will scratch around and reveal the silver."
"My, but I should like to be there and see their faces when the first spoon comes flying out of the earth when you scratch!"
"You can be. I will tell you when I am going and you may go ahead and be sitting on the fence when I bring them to the spot."
"You are a dear, Zip! And I'll give you all the meat they give me for dinner for three days!"
"All right; it's a bargain."