Harry said, “That’s enough for us; the treasure is ours.”
Pee-wee said, “I’m sorry now we didn’t get some more sodas as long as we’re going to be rich.”
Harry said, “Never mind, we’ll have sodas and ice cream and things in every town between here and Wheeling; I’ll advance the money. What are a few dollars against maybe several millions?”
Pee-wee said, “Sure, and we can afford some jaw-breakers, too.”
“All you want,” Harry said.
“Won’t it spoil our appetites for the pie?” Brent wanted to know. But just the same he was interested.
Now there’s no use telling you about our journey from Indianapolis to Wheeling—that’s about eight or nine hundred miles, roughly speaking; only scouts don’t speak roughly. They have to be polite. On that journey we passed through Springfield and Columbus and a lot of other big places, and all the people stared at us. Every night we camped in the country, because we didn’t like staying in cities.
Gee, I thought we’d never get to Wheeling but after a few days we got there, and then we put our machines up to get all greased and have some repairs made. I don’t mean us, I mean the machines.
Then we hired a big launch and started up the Ohio River. About ten miles up, Snake Creek flows into it. It flows in through the north shore. Up Snake Creek about ten miles is Skeleton Cove, I bet you’re getting awful anxious, hey?
Harry said, “Boys, the fun isn’t in getting money; the fun is in finding treasure. Why wouldn’t it be a good idea to send a couple of thousand, say, to those little fellows back at Grumpy’s Cross-roads?”