human
We ought to find some clue to the buried treasure, something like Poe's 'Gold Bug,'
gpt
Sure! cried Lance.
human
So many fathoms from a certain tree with arms like a gibbet, on a line with a stone on which is scratched the outline of a skull. Then dig straight down--so far--till you strike----
gpt
A lard kettle! cried Jess.
human
Sounds just like Poe, doesn't it?
gpt
Just like Poe's ravin',
human
And how under the sun did you chance to have that Hallow E'en disguise with you, Billy boy?
gpt
I didn't know but one of those fresh detectives was hanging around the house when I went off fishing that morning; so I put on the wig and whiskers before I slid down the woodshed roof.
human
By jolly! laughed Lance.
gpt
You must have looked like a gnome when you went through the streets.
human
Nobody saw me. It was before sun-up,
gpt
What's bit you now?
human
Oh! my trophy pin! It's dropped off my blouse directly into the water. Oh, dear me! I won that in the relay races this spring.
gpt
And the water's deep there, declared Bobby.
human
It's a regular diving hole.
gpt
Now, you've lost it! cried Dora, sadly.
human
But you can wear mine sometimes.
gpt
Don't you fret, Miss--which is it, Dora, or Dorothy?
human
I'm Dorothy,
gpt
That's all right, Dorothy, said Short and Long.
human
Leave it to me. I put my bathing trunks in my pocket and while you girls are spreading the luncheon over yonder I'll dive and see if I can get the pin. It's some muddy down there, I guess; but I can stay under water nearly two minutes--can't I, Chet?
gpt
So you have, Billy. You try it. And if you can't, maybe Lance or I can get it.