Dick, pulling it forth. "A map!" he added, as he unfolded it. "Well, I never!"
"Never what?" came from Tom and Sam.
"Unless I am mistaken, this is like the map that was on that table in the cave, only this is much smaller."
"That's interesting, too," said Tom.
"The back of the map is full of writing," said Sam. He looked closer. "It's in French."
"This box must have belonged to one of those French-Canadian smugglers," said Dick. "We'll have to get Uncle Randolph to read the writing and tell us what it says."
The three boys had been up to Dick's room. Now they lost no time in going below. In all eagerness they burst into the library, where Anderson Rover sat reading a magazine and Randolph Rover one of his favorite works on scientific farming.
"Dick has got the money casket open!" cried Sam.
"And he has found a map," added Tom. "We want Uncle Randolph to read the writing. It's in French."
"Found a map in that old brass-lined box, eh?" said Anderson Rover. "That's interesting."
"I am afraid my French is a trifle rusty," remarked Randolph Rover, as he put down his book. "Let me see the map."
