"William, bring me something I can drive in here for a marker," Bob called to his man who was hurrying toward them from the direction of the woods.
"There's a fellow over there in the woods," announced William. "He was kind of hiding."
"Never mind that. Let's get to work here."
The two hands from Treasureholme arrived, and, the measurements having been taken, the men set to digging. Lanterns had been brought and when dark fell these were lighted and held by the girls.
In an hour's time the men had opened a hole six feet deep, as broad at the top, narrowing toward the bottom.
"It begins to look dubious," said Bob. "Say, Barbara, we'll try another way!"
Following Bob's directions, Bab placed one end of the steel tape in the middle of the big mound and again the exact distance was measured. Bob took the stake that William had brought up to measure with and drove it with the back of his shovel little by little down in the exact center of the hole he had dug. He had forced the stake down about three feet when he uttered an exclamation.
"What is it?" cried the girls in chorus.
"Maybe a stone. I hardly think it is," and he began to dig frantically. In a few moments came the shout: "I've struck metal! There is something here!"
The girls danced with impatience, but a half hour went by before the men unearthed an iron box with bands of the same material about it and the cover soldered to the box to make it air tight.