"Maybe we'll find some treasure out there," ventured Sammy, who was always looking for some mystery. "A deserted gold mine or something like that."
"Why should any one desert a gold mine?" asked Bob.
"That's a thing people usually stick to instead of running away from," added Frank.
"The man who owned it might die, mightn't he?" defended Sammy, stoutly. "Or Indians might have come upon him in the night and driven him away."
"Well, you may have my share of any gold we find," said Bob, skeptically.
"Mine, too," echoed Frank, who, like Bob, had not much faith in Sammy's dreams.
But Sammy, although most of his hopes so far had come to grief, was not a bit discouraged by the gibes of his chums.
"You fellows would be mighty sore if I took you up," he said stubbornly.
"I'm not worrying," said Bob, grandly.
"Don't hold your breath until you get hold of that gold mine, Sammy," advised Frank.