His acquaintance, seeing that Andy was in earnest, quickly formed a plan to have some fun at the other’s expense.
“Well, seeing you’re so certain of it, I will help you, then!” he exclaimed. “Shake hands on the bargain.”
203CHAPTER XXVI
BADLY FOOLED
Morton gravely extended his hand and Andy shook it.
“Let’s see, now,” said the town youth, pretending to be racking his memory, “whereabouts could that money be hid? It’s probably in some old shack or cave somewhere. Say!” he shouted as though struck by an idea, “I’ll wager I know the identical place where it’s stowed away. Come to think of it, I’m sure I do.”
“Where? Where?” questioned Andy eagerly.
“Well, I know you’re on the square and won’t give me the double cross,” replied Morton, “so I don’t mind telling you what I know.
“There was an old fellow partly tipsy one winter night, who told me a long yarn about knowing where there was a mint of money hidden away. I didn’t pay any attention to him then, because I thought he was just raving, the way those people often do. But now I come to think of it, I remember his speaking of an old hut that was almost buried in a sand dune close to the water. Let’s see 204 now, where is there an old shack that answers to that description?”
Morton pretended to meditate deeply, while Andy waited breathlessly for him to continue.