“Yes! Yes!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Read on.”
CHAPTER XXIII
LEAVES FROM AN OLD DIARY
Dick and Sandy turned from their inspection of the treasure.
“What’s that you’ve been reading?” Sandy demanded.
“Dewberry’s diary.”
“Is that the book I handed you a few moments ago?”
“Yes,” the answer came from Corporal Rand. “I believe it will prove of invaluable assistance to us in this case.”
The corporal still held the book in his lap, and seemed loath to discontinue its perusal. The excerpts he had read aloud to Wyatt had still further excited his curiosity, a curiosity which was shared by the other policeman. The man from the Peace River Detachment consulted his watch.
“It’s only three o’clock, Rand,” he pointed out. “We still have plenty of time at our disposal. I’d enjoy hearing more from that book. Why not continue, corporal?”
Rand turned the pages at random, his keen blue eyes glancing over the contents. In a clear, musical voice he continued: