“Why so?” demanded George.
“I don’t see how it could be any other way,” insisted Fred. “In the first place how can any one bury anything underneath a tree like that?”
“They didn’t,” said George. “They buried the treasure here and then planted this palm tree to mark the spot. Do you notice that it is the only one within fifty or a hundred feet of here?”
“You’re right, Pop,” exclaimed Grant. “I believe that that’s exactly what happened.”
CHAPTER XXVII
CONCLUSION
After a sleepless and restless night the excited little party of treasure seekers repaired once more to the palm tree which marked the spot so long sought by them.
“Got your knife, Sam?” exclaimed Grant. “Let’s see how good a lumberman you are.”
“Ah’ll hab dat ol’ tree down in no time,” cried Sam confidently, and with his great heavy knife grasped firmly in his right hand he fiercely attacked the unsuspecting tree. The wood was soft and before long began to yield to Sam’s blows.
“That’ll just about finish up that knife,” remarked Grant to Fred.