“Can’t you hear?” snapped the Shark. “Marker, I said—marker the government surveyors left. Bet you I know where it is!”
“Oh! do you?” said Varley, a little vaguely.
The Shark snorted. “Huh! Sure I know—if the survey and the map match. Ought to be out there.” And he pointed into the mists toward the river.
“Oh, had it?”
“Of course it had! And I’m going to find it.”
“I’ll help you,” said Varley readily.
“Shucks! You don’t know how,” said the Shark bluntly.
Varley was good-natured. Moreover, the youthful mathematician appealed to his sense of humor.
“Well, maybe you can show me how.”
“That’s so,” the Shark admitted.