pointment on the face of the treasure seeker.
"I ain't goin' to stay here no longer," declared the mulatto, making ready to move off. "It's bad luck fooling 'round graves. No sir, I don't stay aroun' this place." And off he strode.
The boys lingered over their awesome find.
"Cheer up, Cat," encouraged Jimmy. "You've made a big find anyhow. I tell you what those little bones are. Don't you remember about reading that the Indians killed the warrior's dogs and buried them with him so they could be with him in the Happy Hunting Grounds? And when they ate dogs, they buried what was left, too."
"B'lieve I have," recalled Cat, still with a dismal look on his upturned face.
"Sure," proceeded Jimmy, "and they used to bury the chief sitting up and with him everything he owned, arrows, beads, wampum, tommyhawk and all his junk. They used to give dead people things instead of leaving things in their wills like we do now."
"Oh, ye-ah, I remember," Cat put in. "And they used to set a kettle of food on the grave
