“Dig by the tree. They most of ’em does. I did myself, mates. Just the same, I wouldn’t been surprised if you’d missed it, cause the old tree blowed down ’bout ten years ago an’ this one ain’t never made much of a showin’.”
“Oh!” said Bee. “Then—then this has been dug up before?”
“Lots o’ times, mate. It’s what you might call a fav’rite spot. Ain’t found much, I cal’ate.”
“Nothing yet,” responded Bee, with a sigh. “We thought that probably the old tree stood near the cabin.”
“Maybe, maybe; I don’t seem to remember it.”
“Seems to me it’s mighty funny,” observed Hal, “that you don’t remember where the cabin stood if you were around here then.”
“I was a youngster then,” replied Bill, “an’ forty year’s a long time, mate. Then, too, my memory ain’t what it used to be.”
“But don’t you recall whether the cabin was on this side of the island?” asked Bee.
“Well, I’m nigh on to certain it wa’n’t on any other side,” replied Bill Glass reflectively.
“Then it must have been on this side,” concluded Bee eagerly.