"Another arrow. Right there on the rock!" Joy was struggling to her feet, but at the attempt she fell back with a groan.
"For the love of Mike, is that all? Why, Joy Evans, you'd get so excited over an arrowhead that you'd lose your footing!" Kit cried. "I thought you had more sense than that."
Between clenched teeth Joy answered, "It wasn't an arrowhead! It was an arrow carved on the rock."
"Don't be silly, Joy. You're dreaming!" laughed Kit.
"If I thought you were just teasing me, Joy, I wouldn't be sorry about your poor foot." Bet stared at the girl with a threatening look. "It isn't nice to tease about things as serious as hidden treasure."
"But the arrow's there," Joy answered.
"Which way did it point?" asked Professor Gillette, the only one who seemed to credit Joy's story.
"Why, really, I don't know. I never thought to notice. I saw an arrow and I think it was pointing toward that hill over there—but then again it might be pointing away from it. I'm not sure." Joy stopped helplessly, and clutched her aching foot.
"You're helpful at least," Kit shrugged her shoulders. "I do believe she's just teasing us. Joy would never find anything!"
"Then go and see for yourself!" snapped Joy.