THE TREASURE
Once more there came sailing through the air a paper "cannon ball." It fell on the ground between Laddie and Russ and burst open, a lot of dry, soft sand spilling out.
"There!" cried Laddie. "See! I didn't throw 'em!"
"No, I don't guess you did," admitted Russ. "But who did?"
Just then a jolly laugh sounded, and out from behind a ridge of sand—one of the dunes made by the wind—came George Carr.
"Did I scare you?" asked George.
"A—a little," admitted Russ, wiggling to get rid of the sand down his back.
"We didn't know who it was," said Laddie. And he, too, squirmed about, for there was sand inside his blouse.
"I thought you wouldn't," said George, laughing again. "I saw you playing soldiers and I thought I'd make believe I was another enemy coming up behind. You didn't make any fort in back of you," he said to Russ, "and so I could easily fire at you."
"But we don't put sand in our paper bullets," complained Laddie.