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I didn't waste much time except to throw on a few clothes; but, at that, I finds Auntie scrabblin' out ahead of me and Captain Killam already on deck. She's a picturesque old girl, Auntie, in a lavender and white kimono and a boudoir cap to match; and Rupert, in blue trousers and a pajama top, hardly looks like a triple-plated hero.

The only reason we haven't hunted for buried treasure before is that we have lacked the opportunity. We think we have it now. Captain Killam, here, has told us of an island on which is a buried pirate hoard millions in gold, priceless jewels by the peck. And that's what we're going after." "Most interesting, I'm sure," says Professor Barr, wipin' his glasses absent-minded with a corner of Mrs.

"What do you know about that?" says I. "Pikin' off for a joy ride all by their three-somes!" "I suppose Captain Killam has found where his treasure island is," says Vee, "and is going to put it on exhibition. You know, he was out by himself ever so long to-day." "He ought to be able to pick out something likely from among all of these," says I. "Islands is what this country seems to be long on.

Besides, who'd think of an old girl like that ever bein' interested in such wild back-number stuff? How foolish! So I wasn't worryin' any that night, and at quarter of nine next mornin' I shows up at the hotel to send up a call for Rupert. "Captain Killam?" says the room clerk with the plastered front hair. "Why, he left an hour or more ago." "Yes, I know," says I; "but he was coming back."

But cruisin' around in a yacht lookin' for pirate gold as sort of a freaky lark is one thing, while actually diggin' it out and seein' it heaped before you on the sand is another. Maybe Captain Killam was expectin' to carry the game this far. He's just cocky enough for that. But it's plain to see that Auntie and Mr.

Mine kindle somewhat more slowly, but when Well, no need to discuss that, either. What I want you to do is to take Captain Killam to some quiet little hotel the Tillington, for instance and engage a comfortable room for him; a room and bath, perhaps." "Ye-es, sir," I gasps out. "In the morning," he goes on, "you will call for the Captain about nine o'clock.

Now pry here with your picks, everybody. Together, now! It's coming! Once more! There! Now the next one above. Oh, put your weight on it, Mr. Ellins. Get a fresh hold. Try her now. It's giving! Again. Harder. Look out for your toes! And let's have that light here, Miss Verona. Flash it into this hole. Isn't that a a " "It's a barrel," says Vee. "Water butt," says Killam. "An old ship's water butt.

"Hard money," says I, "or I don't know the feel!" "Why, it it's gold!" says Vee, bringin' her flashlight close. "There's more of it, a lot more!" shouts Killam, who has his head and shoulders inside and is pawin' around excited. "Quarts and quarts of it! And jewels, too! I say, Mr. Ellins! Jewels! Didn't I tell you we'd find 'em? See, here they are. See those! And those! Didn't I say so?"

And between me and the deck steward haulin' one way, and Meyers and Mr. Ellins pullin' the other, we finally pries 'em apart, breathin' hard and glarin' menacin'. "Now, in the name of Mars," demands Old Hickory, "what the sulphuretted syntax is this all about? Come, Captain Killam, you started this; tell us why." "He he's a traitor, that's why!" pants Rupert, pointin' at Dudley.

He just sits there glarin' at me, missin' the comedy cue altogether. "Young man," says he, "just a moment before we get any further off the track. How did Mrs. Hemmingway happen to learn about Captain Killam?" "Why," says I, "she had her ear out while, I was tellin' Miss Vee. Would you believe, though, that an old girl like her " "I would," says he.

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