“It might have come off a harness,” mused Jack. “Only—no I don’t believe it did. Looks more like a buckle you’d wear. I guess it’s pretty old. Let’s take it home and clean it up and see what it looks like. Maybe it was Old Verny’s.”
Just then Bee came climbing up the slope and they showed it to him.
“Great!” he exclaimed as he took it and looked at it. “An old buckle, unmistakably Spanish!”
“Unmistakably your grandmother!” jeered Hal. “How do you know it’s Spanish?”
“It must be. It isn’t American, is it?”
“No, I suppose not. But it might be Chinese or Egyptian or Italian or—”
“Well, it looks Spanish to me,” persisted Bee. “I shall keep it and polish it up.”
“You’ll keep it! Say, who found that thing, I’d like to know?”
“Whatever is found,” replied Bee, dropping the trophy in his pocket, “belongs to the Company, my young friend.”