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Updated: June 24, 2025
They say Indian cave an' think Indians have hid treasure there; why not?" "What makes you think the cave is between our camp and the top of Buffalo Mound?" "Didn't you say Jervice man stuck his thumb over so shut out your look. What he do that for if cave ain't there?" "You jump too quick, Chick-chick. I'm not sure there's a cave at all.
"Explainin' 'bout Brick's body marks," said Chick-chick. "I think you've talked long enough." Mr. Newton easily guessed the quarrel. "Go along with Corliss and Glen and work your tongue on your supper. You other fellows see they get filled up." Glen had rushed to Will Spencer at his first free moment, but the supper table gave him his first real chance for conversation with him.
"We will follow Matt to the scene of his explorations which we hope will turn out to be the treasure, although one box fourteen by eighteen inches would not hold a great deal of bullion. Still there may be other boxes. Who were the boys who wanted to work with you, Matt?" "Chick-chick and Goosey," replied Matt. "Very well. You two boys may take a pick and a spade and help Matt get his box out."
I 'member when he caught a kid having some ink pricked in by one of us." "Got after you, did he?" asked Chick-chick. "Well, he says, 'You kids know why I always wear a bandage round my right arm when I play tennis? I'd often wondered. 'I suppose it's to strengthen the arm, I guessed." "Was it?" asked Goosey, eagerly. If there was anything that would strengthen an arm he wanted to know it.
"Do you suppose we've worked away here so long that it has got to be dark without our knowing it?" asked Apple. "No. 'Tisn't more'n an hour since Matt and I invited ourselves in," objected Chick-chick. "Wasn't much past four then." "It's the rising water," said Matt. "I was so busy and it came up so gradually I didn't notice it. The creek must be rising from the heavy rain."
Apple and Chick-chick had privately given very good accounts of his fortitude and resource. He felt about as happy as ever in his life and all manner of good impulses stirred within him. None of the three who had taken chief part in yesterday's adventure felt very much inclined to energy this bright morning. Glen lay in the warm grass close to Jolly Bill and his billy-cart in peaceful comfort.
There was this much to say for him he was not big, but he looked as if he might be quick and keen. "Better come in here," said the sheriff, leading the way into the little parlor. "Now, tell me all about it." Glen acted as spokesman, for Chick-chick was still quite excited. "So you're the boys that got the car away from the peddler, are ye?" asked the sheriff.
They'll be there in a minute or two. When they find we've dodged 'em they'll start back hunting for us. We'll meet 'em and there'll be real trouble. We don't want their car, anyway." "Let's walk on an' catch Apple, then," suggested Chick-chick. "When he finds we don't come he'll either wait for us or start back. We can all ride into camp on the bike, we can." "Leave the wagon just like this?"
"You said a lot about the tattoo marks, but you didn't say yet whether it makes you strong." "Chick-chick," commanded Jolly Bill. "You lead that little boy away. Whatever made you bring him here with his sad story? What is there in a little India ink, pricked beneath the skin, to make you strong does it make father's shirts strong when mother uses it to put his initials in the corner?
You don't leave me behind in this dark cave, you don't," declared Chick-chick. "How about your head, Matt?" asked Apple. "It's good enough now," said Matt. "I'm sure going to be along on this." With Glen in the lead they crept one after another along the narrow passage, Apple bringing up the rear and trailing behind him the cumbersome pick.
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