"There! he's gone back to his blanket again," muttered Owen, unable longer to keep still; "and Max, did you see where he put that little packet which he believes holds all our prizes!"
"Yes," replied the other, "inside that old extra coffee pot we fetched along to use in case anything happened to the one we have on the fire three times a day."
"That's the funniest thing I ever heard of, sure," continued Owen. "He's crazy, that's what. Who'd ever think of looking in that bum old coffee pot for anything worth while, tell me that, will you?"
"I can't. I'm all up in the air myself," admitted Max.
"Still, we saw him do it, didn't we! It wasn't a dope dream, was it, Max!"
"I'm going to prove it pretty soon, Owen."
"As how?" demanded the other.
"By getting that old coffee pot out here, and looking it over, that's how," replied the other.
"Bully idea!" exclaimed Owen, quickly. "Say, looky here, perhaps now you really expect to find our other lost pearl in there?"
"Wouldn't surprise me one little bit," chuckled Max.