"Is that all?" asked Olive.
"Yes. That is the last entry in the journal, showing that the former Mr. Presby did not return, as you already have told us that he did not."
"What do you make of it, dear?" questioned Olive thoughtfully.
"It is a clue and a direction to the buried treasure. There can be no doubt of that."
"Yes, but we don't understand it," spoke up Ruth. "I doubt if we ever shall."
"It's my opinion that Mr. T. W. P. wasn't in his right mind when he wrote that," declared Mollie with emphasis. "I think the Indians must have gone to his head."
"This is no joking matter, Mollie," rebuked Barbara. "Can't you be serious for once in your life? We must study this."
"What do you say if I send for Mr. Stevens, girls?" cried Olive. "He has studied this mystery more thoroughly than anyone else and he will no doubt understand the veiled allusion to the treasure. Suppose we copy it so we can read it more easily. Wait! I'll get a pencil."
Olive ran downstairs to her room, now not a little excited.
"I've sent Tom after Bob Stevens," she called, as she burst into the attic on her return. "Now read it to me and I will put it down."