“It means buried treasure, that’s what it means!” Pee-wee shouted. “And I’m with Harry; I say let’s go and find it.”
“Where?” Brent said.
“You said we could get a map,” the kid shouted.
All the fellows were with Harry; they were just crazy to go after that treasure. Tom Slade didn’t say much, but he never does. I went around to the side of the fire where he was sitting and I said, “You were always so crazy about adventures; what do you think it means if it doesn’t mean buried treasure?”
“I haven’t got anything to say,” he said; “it’s got the word treasure in it, and that settles it. I say let’s go, if we can find the place.”
I shouted, “Tom Slade is with us, he believes in it. I say let’s go after it.”
Harry was sitting on the back end of the van, swinging his legs and looking in the fire. I knew his thoughts were kind of serious, all right. He’s crazy about adventures, that fellow is. Brent took my scout knife and held it between his teeth and glared into the fire, very fierce and savage, just like a pirate. He did it to make Harry mad. But all the fellows were with Harry, anyway, and they were all crazy about the thing—even I was crazy.
Harry said, all the while looking into the fire kind of dreamy like, he said, “Brent, why may not this be true?”
Brent said, “You mean the Pirates’ Secret or the Mystery of the Hidden Pie?”
“Don’t you mind him,” Pee-wee shouted to Harry; “he’s a Philippine!”