“Say it, then,” says Alan. “Hout! wha minds for Davie?”
“It is a matter that would make us both rich men,” said James.
“Do ye tell me that?” cries Alan.
“I do, sir,” said James. “The plain fact is that it is Cluny’s Treasure.”
“No!” cried Alan. “Have ye got word of it?”
“I ken the place, Mr. Stewart, and can take you there,” said James.
“This crowns all!” says Alan. “Well, and I’m glad I came to Dunkirk. And so this was your business, was it? Halvers, I’m thinking?”
“That is the business, sir,” says James.
“Well, well,” says Alan; and then in the same tone of childlike interest, “it has naething to do with the Seahorse, then?” he asked.