do that. You will take dinner with us to-day, of course,
and then you may announce it to the girls. I can imagine how pleased
they will be. Why, there come the girls now!" exclaimed the Chief
Guardian.

"The girls?"

"Yes, yes. Jane--"

"Eh? Alone?"

"No, no. There is Miss Elting and Harriet. Yes, they are all there.
What can it mean?"

"It means that they have smashed the car," groaned Mr. McCarthy. "I
told you." He did not look around, but sat fumbling with his hat, his
face very red. Jane stepped up before him, and with chin on her breast
surveyed him from under her eyelashes, "Well?" he demanded.

"Well, we're here," answered Jane.

"What is the trouble, girls?" cried Mrs. Livingston. "Thank goodness,
you are all here. Why doesn't some one speak up?"

"How much damage did you do to her, Jane?" questioned the visitor
calmly, referring to the car.

"Enough."

"Tell me about it!"

"She's in the ditch about a mile up the road."

"Think we can pull her out between us?"

Jane shook her head.

"Not without the wrecking crew. She's bottom side up, two wheels off
and part of her machinery on the other side of the road," was Crazy
Jane's calm reply. However, before they had an opportunity to say
more, Tommy Thompson came running toward them, her face flushed with
excitement.

"I've found it! I've found it!" she shouted.

"Found what?" demanded the Chief Guardian.

"I've found the treathure trail. I've got it, I know I have!"

CHAPTER XVI

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

"She's found the buried treasure!" screamed Buster.

The girls uttered a cheer. Harriet regarded Tommy's excited face
inquiringly.

"You really have found it?"

"Yeth, yeth."

"Where is the treasure?"

"I don't know. How thhould I know?"

"But you said you had found it," interposed the Chief Guardian.

"No, I thaid I had found the trail. Of courthe, I haven't found the
treathure. But I've found thomething, and--"

"What did you find? Come, tell us," urged Harriet.

Controlling herself somewhat, Tommy glanced triumphantly at the
expectant faces about her.

"There wath a man at thith camp latht night."

"What?" The girls asked the question at the top of their voices.

"There were two men here latht night," persisted Grace.

"Please explain what you mean, Grace," commanded the Chief Guardian.
"You say there were two men here last night. How do you know?"

"I found the markth of their feet--in the thand. But that wathn'