The sight of Luke through the open door stimulated an idea in Jimmy's mind.
"Can't Luke go with us?" the boy begged.
Turner meditated a moment, reflected that he would like a few minutes to himself, interviewed the mahogany-hued cook, and settled it that the boys should have him as guide as soon as the dishes were washed.
A little later the three marched off, Jimmy provided with field glasses for scanning the ocean and Cat in possession of the house shovel.
"What's the idea of the shovel?" asked Jimmy. "Going to level off the sand hills?"
"Level the mischief!" retorted Cat. "Treasure, boy, treasure! Maybe my dream will come true."
"Great Golly, Cat, you talk like a ten cent whistle," Jimmy returned. "Why don't you put that back where you got it? "
"You grabbed the glasses, didn't you? Lemme carry what I darn please."
"Take the redhot kitchen range if you want to," consented Jimmy. "It's not my funeral, only I hate to see you act like a darn fool."
"This sho' is a lonesome place," Luke com-
