"I don't see why not," returned Tom.
"Then," said James, who rather enjoyed the prospect of telling the story, "I'll tell you what I saw the other day—that is, Tom and I."
"Yes, yes, what did you see?" interrupted Lyman, eagerly.
"We were out in the woods about a quarter of a mile from the hermit's cabin, when we all at once heard voices. Slipping behind a tree we saw old Anthony and Mark coming along. Mark had a spade over his shoulder. We wondered what it all meant, and so kept hidden. Well, the two came up to a big tree, and then measured with a tape measure to a place about a rod distant. Then old Anthony took the spade and began to dig. But I guess he got tired, for pretty soon he gave the spade to Mark, and got him to dig."
"Well?" ejaculated Lyman, who was listening with intense interest.
"Pretty soon he struck something hard. It turned out to be an earthen pot with a cover."
"Did they take it up?"
"No; but Mark took off the cover, and then took out, oh, such a lot of gold pieces."
"Just what I thought!" exclaimed Lyman, in excitement. "I was sure my uncle kept his money hidden in the ground somewhere. Do you know how much money he took out of the jar?"
"There must have been hundreds of dollars—maybe a thousand."