Then the other breaks in with, "Any luck, sir?"
"Sure!" says I. "We saw a swell sunrise."
I'm wonderin', though, why all them hired hands should be givin' us the merry face.
CHAPTER XV
PASSING THE JOKE BUCK
I don't mind admittin' that this treasure-huntin' stuff does get you. Course, while I was only an outsider, with no ticket even for a brokerage bite at the gate receipts, I wasn't runnin' any temperature over the prospects.
But now it was different. Vee and I had gone out and shown this poor prune of a Captain Killam where his bloomin' island was, we'd rescued Auntie and Old Hickory from bein' stuck in the mud, and we'd been officially counted in as possible prize winners. More'n that, we'd seen the treasure mound.
"Torchy," says Vee, the first chance we has for a few side remarks after lunch that day, "what do you think? Is it full of gold and jewels?"
"Well," says I, tryin' to look wise, "it might be, mightn't it? And then again you can't always tell."