"You keep the light on the road," said Tom. "Let's have your flashlight."
"Now we're going to find out where the buried treasure lays hid—I mean hidden," said Roy. "We're going to unravel the mystery, as Pee-wee would say. 'Twas on a dark and stormy night——"
"Let's have your flashlight," said Tom, dryly.
CHAPTER XIII
THE UNKNOWN TRAIL
Gilbert Tyson and Roy sat in the car. Tyson had removed one curtain and Tom, standing close by, examined the papers in the glare of the flashlight which Tyson held. Bert Winton and Mr. Berry peered curiously over Tom's shoulder.
The map was of the usual folding sort, and on a rather large scale, showing the country for about forty or fifty miles roundabout.
"There's my little old home town," said Tyson, putting his finger on Hillsburgh, "home, sweet home."