“Ain’t mistaken in the spot?”
“Not at all. Do you see that solitary pimento tree? Well, that was there, exactly as it is now.”
“Yeou said it would be, I remember that,” said Plum, scratching his head. “But this ain’t no lake.”
“It has been. See, the grass shows signs of having been covered with water mixed with mud.”
“That is so too, an’ neow I look at it, Jack, ther’s big holes in the ground here an’ there, where the water must have run off.”
For several minutes Jack and his friend surveyed the scene. Then our hero urged his pony down the somewhat steep side of the gigantic mountain bowl.
“Whar be yeou a going now?” asked Plum.
“To the mound in the middle of the valley, to see if I can find the treasure,” shouted back Jack.
“All right, I’m with yeou,” answered the Yankee lad, and followed down the slope.