“Where’s this treasure buried?” asked Fred.
“That’s just what Petersen wants to find out,” said Pop. “That certainly was an awfully smart question to ask, Fred.”
“I thought he might know the island or whatever it is where the stuff is supposed to be buried, but not the exact location of the jewels on the island.”
“How do you know it’s jewels?”
“It always is, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know anything about it,” said Pop. “For all we know Petersen may be playing a joke on us. We’re all landlubbers of course and the crew might have decided to initiate us a little.”
“Perhaps,” agreed John. “The parchment looks old though.”
“What are the numbers, Grant?” asked Fred. “Read them out.”
“Twenty,” began Grant when he was interrupted.
“Add ’em up, you fellows,” laughed George. “The total tells how old Anne is.”