I said, “Good night, this will do for me.”
Pee-wee said, all excited, “Maybe it means millions of dollars; maybe it means bars of gold. We’ll solve the mystery, hey?”
“Oh, just as you say,” Brent said; “you know my stand on mysteries and adventures; I eat them raw.”
That paper was all old and yellow and when we opened it I had to hold it on my knee, because it tore where the creases were. I guess maybe it was as old as ten years. It looked as if it had been torn out of a memorandum book and the writing was made with a lead pencil and it was kind of blurred, but anyway, this is what it said:
Snake Creek. North shore from Ohio R. to Skeleton Cove, Top of S Cove. Follow line due north from willow. Cons to west. Stake. Measure ninety-two feet along north line, then follow line due NW through T.W. Stake. Treasure at HW limit, indicated at AN Stake. Follow S line south to pie.
Pee-wee said, very mysterious like, “What da you think it is? It tells where there’s buried treasure, doesn’t it?”
“Sure it does,” I said. “It sounds just like the directions in the Gold Bug by Edgar Allan Poe.”
“It sounds just like Treasure Island,” Pee-wee put in.
Brent said, “Well, I don’t know. I was thinking about it and I decided that it’s a bill of fare.”
“A what?” Pee-wee shouted.