“Whoow!” Pic’s eyes opened wide. “My father told me of something before he died. I had nigh forgotten.”
“What?”
“He was grateful because I helped him. He spoke of treasure that might some day be mine.”
“Treasure? What does that mean?” Hairi asked.
“Something nice. Something I would like to have.” The Ape Boy clapped his hands together. He grinned like a pleased child.
“What is it?”
“Umm—now what is it?” Pic screwed up his face much perplexed. “Agh! I do not know. My father did not say nor did I think to ask.”
“How unfortunate,” said the Mammoth. “Where did he say this treasure was? We can go and find it.”
“In a cave on a mountain side, buried in the floor near the entrance beneath a stone: that is what he said.”