"Yes, but Laddie and Violet dug in a lot of places to-day, and so did Margy and Mun Bun, and they didn't find any gold."
"They didn't know how to look for it," declared Russ. "You have to dig deep for gold."
"I'll help," offered Rose. "I like to dig in the sand."
She found a clam shell, as large as the one Russ had, and with those for shovels, the children began digging on the beach in the moonlight. They could look back and see the bungalow, and Mr. and Mrs. Bunker could see the children from where they sat.
The ocean surf made a loud noise.
"Doesn't it sound nice and scary-like?" asked Rose, as she reached her arm down into the hole she was digging, and scooped up some damp sand.
"Yes. It's like the desert island Sammie told about," agreed Russ, listening to the boom and hiss of the waves as they broke on the beach. "Have you found any gold yet, Rose?"
"No. Have you?"
Russ shook his head.
"I guess we've got to go deeper," he said.