“How did he happen to do it?”
“Oh, he was looking up from the bottom and just happened to see it. He showed it to me and we came up to investigate.”
“Maybe this one has the real stuff in it,” said Grant excitedly.
“Maybe so,” Fred agreed. “All I hope is that we can dig it out.”
“I guess we can,” said Grant confidently. “Here comes String now.”
John came running up, out of breath, and handed the knife to Fred. “I told Sam we had discovered a box,” he panted. “Sam says that if there are any diamond horseshoes in it they belong to him. That’s the only condition on which he would let me have the knife.”
“All right,” laughed Fred. “Sam gets all the horseshoes.”
“Are you going to do the digging, Fred?” asked John.
“I guess I’d better. Let me have the knife.”
Holding the home-made blade in his right hand he was once again lowered into the tunnel. John and Grant each held fast to one leg. It was hard work for Fred for he was in comparative darkness and was compelled to feel around to discover where to dig. It was practically impossible for him to see anything.