“It may ’a’ been buried,” exclaimed Art. “Mebbe way up in the wild country and mebbe the river washed it up.”
“You can’t tell,” sputtered excited Colly Craighead. “I’ll bet you it’s somepin’.”
“Anyway,” broke in Wart, “it’s ours—we found it, an’ ‘finders is keepers.’”
The astounding inscription was this:
“If it’s money,” suggested Duke Easton, “mebbe we oughtn’t to take it. Like as not it’s blood money.”
“Mebbe it’s jewlry,” broke in Sammy Addington. “If it is, we could advertise it.”
“I can’t see how Jesse James would be hidin’ anything ’round here,” spoke up Leader Connie. “I’ve read his life an’ history an’ bloody deeds an’ he lived way out in Missouri where he done his robbin’.”
“You don’t reckon Round Rock River runs way out there, do you?” asked Sammy. “I never heard where it comes from.”