“Well, forty’s more’n sixteen, I know that!” declared Sammy, though he was a little impressed by Dot’s logic.
“Come on, let’s find the ten thousand dollars first,” suggested Tess, foreseeing a long argument if she did not intervene, and the search started at that part of the cellar nearest the outside door.
“There’s a lot of places to look,” complained Sammy, when the trio had ventured in a little way. “I wonder if it’s in a box or a barrel?”
“It’s buried—that’s where it is,” declared Tess.
“Buried?” questioned Dot and Sammy.
“Yes, buried treasure is always buried, else how could they call it buried treasure?” Tess wanted to know, with an affectation of superior wisdom.
“Well, I guess that’s right,” agreed Sammy. “Buried under the cellar bottom, I s’pose.”
“Yes,” said Tess. “And we’ll have to get a shovel to dig it up.”
“Dig up the whole cellar?” cried Sammy. “That’s a heap of work!”
“Buried treasure always means a lot of digging,” Tess calmly informed him. “We’ll all help.”