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"If I was young as I was once there's lots o' things I'd like to do now I'm free," said Hannah with a gentle sigh; but her sister checked her anxiously it was fitting that they should preserve a semblance of mourning even to themselves. The lamp stood in a kitchen chair at the chest's end and shone full across their faces. Betsey looked intent and sober as she turned over the old man's treasures.
'The chest's locked and the key lost', screamed the old dame. 'Then I'll take it without the key, that I will', said Peter. And so he and the man soon struck the bargain. Peter got a rope instead of the key, and the man helped him to get the chest up on his back, and then off he stumped with it.
There was a hidden drawer in the chest's side a long, deep place, and it was full of gold pieces. Hannah had seated herself in the chair to be out of her sister's way.
There was an empty tray in the top of the odd chest. That, too, was cautiously lifted out. There came suddenly a faint buzzing from the interior that startled everybody near. Then followed the ticking sound, which lasted at least a full minute. The warrant officer jerked away a layer of pasteboard that hid what was under the tray. Several grim cylinders lay side by side in the chest's bottom.
That plan seemed the best, and they acted on it. They closed the cover after one more lingering, delighted look at the chest's gleaming contents, then they built the cairn. "One sure thing," observed Tyke. "There isn't anybody going to come up here for jest a little pleasure jog not much! That volcano's likely to spit again 'most any time."
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