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Then, one day, there came two brave sailors (some people called
them Meg and Bobby) and they set to work to dig up the great iron
chests. They meant to divide the money and jewels with the
descendants of those from whom the pirates had stolen it. And
their method of locating the buried treasure was to go about with
a shovel and tap here and there. Where the earth gave out a hollow
sound, there they would dig. These two sailors had not yet found
anything, but it was certainly an exciting game.
"Dig here, Bobby!" cried Meg, when she had rapped the earth around
the crazy chimney and persuaded herself that it sounded "hollow."
So Bobby dug. And presently his shovel struck something.
"Oh, Bobby, what is it?" shrieked Meg. "Is it an iron chest?"
She really half-believed that Bobby had found the pirate's buried
treasure.
The twins were scrambling over the rocks and they heard Meg's cry.
Mother Blossom had kept them as long as she could, but they had
insisted on setting out a half hour before noon and they had run
most of the way, the lunch basket bumping wildly in time to their
steps. Their faces red from the heat and streaming with
perspiration, they burst into the ruins of the Harley house just
as Bobby brushed the dirt from his find. "I don't know what it
is," said Bobby, trying to look closely at the odd-shaped little
thing in his hand, with three children insisting on seeing it at
the same time. "Look out, Dot, you nearly made me drop it."
None of the children could guess what it was Bobby had found, and
finally he slipped it into his pocket to take home and show Father
Blossom. Then he discovered that he was hungry, and the twins
proudly produced the basket.
"Have to wash first," announced Bobby firmly. "Did you bring a
towel?"
Mother Blossom had sent a towel, and Bobby pulled up a brimming
bucket of water from the Harley well and poured the old tin wash
basin full. The well had been thoroughly cleaned out that Spring
by the men whom the Winthrops sent up to put the bungalow in
order. They had wisely decided that it was better to have all the
water on the island fit to drink rather than to try to keep any
one from using an abandoned well.
"You and Dot wash," commanded Bobby, when his face was washed and
dried and his hands as neat as could be.
"I did wash my face 'fore breakfast," insisted Twaddles
indignantly. He thought that should last him a long time.
Bobby, however, was equally insistent, and Dot and Twaddles had to
bathe their hands and faces before he would let them share in the
contents of the lunch basket. Mother Blossom was used to
satisfying four good appetites, and the children ate every crumb
she had sent them.
Then they went back to their game, and Twaddles and Dot tried
their luck at locating buried treasure.
"Dig here, Bobby!" Twaddles cried. "This place sounds hollow,
honest it does."
"You don't tell me!" said another voice, a man's voice. "Why do
you suppose that is?"
Twaddles jumped, and Meg turned around, startled.
CHAPTER XIII
A SIGNAL FOR HELP
"Didn't scare you, did I?" said Mr. Harley, walking into the circle
and smiling at the perplexed faces.
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