“Come here, quick!”
Throwing his long legs over the sill, he dropped onto the ground and was at her side in a moment. “What’s the matter,” he asked; “snake?”
“Something’s down there,” pointing to the hole.
Jack seized the spade and quickly uncovered an iron box. Desiré was trembling violently, and could only gaze silently at the strange object.
“What have you got?” demanded René, appearing at that moment from the front yard. “Prissy!” he shrieked, without waiting for an answer, “come ’n’ see!”
Priscilla appeared, viewed the find calmly, and proposed taking it into the house to see what it contained.
“Do you think we had better take it over to the judge’s?” asked Desiré, finally finding her voice. “Perhaps we should not open it by ourselves.”
“I’ll go right after him,” declared Jack. “Just put some papers on the table so I can carry the box in and set it down before I go.”
CHAPTER XXIX
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It seemed a long time before they heard the sound of the Ford, but it was in reality only about half an hour; for Jack had covered the ground at his best speed, and the judge lost no time in getting back with him.