"This is certainly great!" exclaimed Frank, when they were ready to leave.
"It sure is," agreed Sammy. Then he was unable to restrain his curiosity in spite of what he had agreed with his chums. "Say," he asked earnestly, when they were down in the living-room again, "did you ever hear anything of the pirate gold buried around here, Mr. Floyd?"
The light-keeper laughed.
"Oh, yes, I've heard," he said, "but I don't take any stock in it."
Sammy was not discouraged by this answer.
"Did you ever dig for it?" he persisted.
"Oh, yes, when I first came here, and heard the story, I was young and foolish, and I had my try at it," answered the light-keeper, with a chuckle. "But I soon gave it up. I could make more money, and be sure of it, by tending the light."
"Does anybody ever dig for it now?" asked Frank, giving Sammy a meaning look.
"Oh, yes, now and then someone has a try at it," went on Mr. Floyd. "They think they can discover some new clues, I suppose. But I don't take any stock in 'em. Well, boys, come again—always glad to see you," he added, as they went out.