"It will take too long. We must get back to the hotel by dinner time."
"Just as you say; but if the girls like clams, it would be a treat to them; and this is just the place to do this thing."
"We haven't time to-day."
"All right," replied Stumpy, who seemed to be just then engaged in a survey of the locality. "What in the world were you doing here, Le?" he added. "This sand looks as though it had been all dug over."
No high tide had washed the beach since Leopold dug for the treasure, and even his shovel marks were plainly to be seen under the overhanging rock.
"I might as well tell him all about it," thought Leopold. "I can trust him till the end of the world; and I should like to have some one to help me bear the burden of the secret."
"What were you digging for, Le?" repeated Stumpy, his curiosity considerably excited.
"Can you keep a secret, Stumpy?"
"Of course I can till the rocks crumble, and the earth sinks," replied he, warmly.
Leopold told him the whole story, from the first glimpse he had of Harvey Barth's diary, down to the finding of the bag of gold.