take that and
I'll--er--I'll manage with this pitchfork."

"But you can't dig with a--"

"Oh! well--you can do the digging, and I'll just--er--prod, you know.
Ready?--then heave ahead, Shipmate."

So they set out, hand in hand, spade and pitch-fork on shoulder, and
presently were come to the orchard.

"It's an awful big place to dig up a fortune in!" said Small Porges,
glancing about. "Where do you s'pose we'd better begin?"

"Well, Shipmate, between you and me, and the pitch-fork here, I rather
fancy 'King Arthur' knows more than most people would think. Any way,
we'll try him. You dig on that side, and I'll prod on this."

Saying which, Bellew pointed to a certain spot where the grass looked
somewhat uneven, and peculiarly bumpy, and, bidding Small Porges get to
work, went round to the other side of the great tree.

Being there, he took out his pipe, purely from force of habit, and stood
with it clenched in his teeth, listening to the scrape of Small
Porges' spade.

Presently he heard a cry, a panting, breathless cry, but full of a joy
unspeakable:

"I've got it!--Oh, Uncle Porges--I've found it!"

Small Porges was down upon his knees, pulling and tugging at a sack he
had partially unearthed, and which, with Bellew's aid, he dragged forth
into the moonlight. In the twinkling of an eye the string was cut, and
plunging in a hand Small Porges brought up a fistful of shining
sovereigns, and, among them, a crumpled banknote.

"It's all right, Uncle Porges!" he nodded, his voice all of a quaver.
"It's all right, now,--I've found the fortune I've prayed for,--gold,
you know, an' banknotes--in a sack. Everything will be all right again
now." And, while he spoke, he rose to his feet, and lifting the sack
with an effort, swung it across his shoulder, and set off toward
the house.

"Is it heavy, Shipmate?"

"Awful heavy!" he panted, "but I don't mind that--it's gold, you see!"
But, as they crossed the rose-garden, Bellew laid a restraining hand
upon his shoulder.

"Porges," said he, "where is your Auntie Anthea?"

"In the drawing-room, waiting for Mr. Grimes."

"Then, come this way." And turning, Bellew led Small Porges up, and
along the terrace.

"Now, my Porges," he admonished him, "when we come to the drawing-room
windows,--they're open, you see,--I want you to hide with me in the
shadows, and wait until I give you the word--"

"Aye, aye, Captain!" panted Small Porges.

"When I say 'heave ahead, Shi