HE WENT OUT ON THE EXTREME EDGE, FACED ABOUT, AND STEPPED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY PACES
“You dig—I’ll hold the horses; your hands are tougher than mine.”
“I wonder who owns this land?” said Croyden, suddenly.
“We can ascertain very readily. You mean, you would try to purchase it?”
“Yes, as a site for a house, ostensibly. I might buy a lot beginning, say one hundred and fifty yards back from the Point, and running, at an even width of two hundred yards, from the Severn to the Bay. That would surely include the treasure.”
“A fine idea!” Macloud agreed.
“If the present owner will sell,” appended Croyden—“and if his price isn’t out of all reason. I can’t go much expense, you know.”
“Never mind the expense—that can be arranged. If he will sell, the rest is easy. I’ll advance it gladly to you.”
“And we will share equally, then,” said Croyden.