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Ellins, who's talkin' with Auntie and Mrs. Mumford, and points out my discovery. By that time the head has been followed by a pair of shoulders. Old Hickory just narrows his eyes and stares. "Why!" gasps Mrs. Mumford, "it it's Captain Killam!" "Yep!" says I. "Rupert the Reckless. Only this trip he seems to be playin' it safe, eh?" "In hiding!" says Auntie. "All the time, too!"
"I should say," announces Vee, "that we had all better be planning how to get that treasure on board the yacht. Captain Killam says we mustn't go there by day, you know, because someone might follow us. Then there's the crew. I wonder if they suspect anything?" Come to find out, that was what we was all wonderin'. Course, Rupert would be the first to develop a case of nerves.
Honest, I hadn't thought she was takin' notice at all when I was givin' Vee a full account of my afternoon session with Rupert. She never does chime in much with our talk. And I judged she was too busy with her sweater-knittin' to hear a word. But here she is, askin' details. "Why," says I, "Captain Killam calls it Nunca Secos Key." "What an odd name!" says Auntie.
Ellins comes paddin' out of his stateroom, luggin' two pairs of hip rubber boots. "Torchy," says he, "call Killam, will you?" By the time I'd routed out Rupert, I finds Auntie and Vee waitin' in the main cabin, all dressed for travel. "I may be the oldest joke on record," says Old Hickory, "but I propose to know before morning what is in that mound. Of course, if anyone feels foolish about going "
"You have exposed my poor strategy," says she; "but a little late, I trust." Mr. Ellins makes her a bow. "Mrs. Hemmingway," says he, "my compliments on your cleverness as a tactician. But I fail to see how you justify your methods. You knew that I was negotiating with Captain Killam?" "Oh, yes," says she. "And in spite of that," goes on Mr.
I jollied Old Hickory into lettin' me tip the sailors that had lugged the sacks aboard, and I threw in some of his best cigars just by way of relievin' my feelin's. Whenever I passed Captain Rupert Killam I hammered him on the back folksy and told him he sure was some discoverer. I even let Mrs. Mumford feed me an earful about how the late dear Mr.
So we goes at it, all three at once, and inside of fifteen minutes we can see what looks like the side of a little log cabin. "If this was out in Wisconsin," says Old Hickory, "I should say we'd found somebody's root cellar. But who would build such a thing in Florida?" "Come on," says Killam, his voice sort of shrill and quivery. "I have one of the logs loose.
He don't do the bib act with his napkin, or try any sword-swallowin' stunt. "Now, what's it all about?" says I, as we gets to the pastry and demitasse. "Well," says Killam, after glancin' around sleuthy and seein' nobody more suspicious than a yawnin' 'bus boy, "I have found the lost treasure of José Caspar." "Have you?" says I, through a mouthful of strawb'ry shortcake. "When did he lose it?"
"There were those new shovels and picks, you know; perhaps those set them guessing. Anyway, they were passing the word from the first." Mr. Ellins shakes his head and glances at Killam. Auntie presses her lips tight and stares from one to the other. "This is serious," says Old Hickory. "Why didn't you tell us of this before?" "Why," says Captain Lennon, "I didn't think you'd like it, sir.
Old Hickory follows the accusin' look, and next thing I know I'm in the spot light for fair. "Hah!" observes Mr. Ellins. "You, eh?" Now, there's only one rule I got for dealin' with the big boss. I stick to facts and make 'em snappy. "Uh-huh," says I. "Me." "You thought it humorous, I presume," he goes on, "to tell this silly yarn to Captain Killam?" "But he didn't," speaks up Vee.
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