“So would I. But robbers don’t do that way. They always hide it and leave it there.”
“Don’t they come after it any more?”
“No, they think they will, but they generally forget the marks, or else they die. Anyway, it lays there a long time and gets rusty; and by and by somebody finds an old yellow paper that tells how to find the marks—a paper that’s got to be ciphered over about a week because it’s mostly signs and hy’roglyphics.”
“Hyro—which?”
“Hy’roglyphics—pictures and things, you know, that don’t seem to mean anything.”
“Have you got one of them papers, Tom?”
“No.”
“Well then, how you going to find the marks?”