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we might keep on until mornin' with the same amazin' success. Considerin' that we was half beaten before we started, we'd done a pretty fair job. It was just a question now of how soon somebody'd have nerve enough to make a motion that we quit. That's when we had our first little flutter. "Huh!" says Old Hickory, jabbin' in with his spade. "Must have struck a log. Hand me a pick, someone." "When he makes a swing with that, the point goes in solid and sticks. "Right! It is a log," he announces. Killam tests it, and he says it's a log, too. "An old palmetto trunk," says he, proddin' at it. "Two of them, one laid on the other. No, three. I say, that's funny. Let's clear away all of this stuff." So we goes at it, all three at once, and inside of fifteen minutes we can see what looks like the side of a little log cabin. "If this was out in Wisconsin," says Old Hickory, "I should say we'd found somebody's root cellar. But who would build such a thing in Florida?" "Come on," says Killam, his voice sort of shrill and quivery. "I have one of the logs loose. Now pry here with your picks, everybody. Together, now! It's coming! Once more! There! Now the next one above. Oh, put your weight on it, Mr. Ellins. Get a fresh hold. Try her now. It's giving! Again. Harder. Look out for your toes! And let's have that light here, Miss Verona. Flash it into this hole. Isn't that a--a--" "It's a barrel," says Vee. "Water butt," says Killam. "An old ship's water butt. There are the staves of another, fallen apart. And look! Will--you--look, all of you!" Would we? Say, we was crowded around that black hole in the mound as thick as noon lunchers at a pie counter. And we was strainin' our eyes to see what the faint light of the torch was tryin' to show up. All of a sudden I reaches in and makes a grab at something, bringin' out a fistful. "Hard money," says I, "or I don't know the feel!" "Why, it--it's gold!" says Vee, bringin' her flashlight close. "There's more of it, a lot more!" shouts Killam, who has his head and shoulders inside and is pawin' around excited. "Quarts and quarts of it! And jewels, too! I say, Mr. Ellins! Jewels! Didn't I tell you we'd find 'em? See, here they are. See those! And those! Didn't I say so?" "You did, Captain," admits Old Hickory. "You certainly did. And for a time I was just ass enough to believe you, wasn't I?" "Oh, Auntie!" calls
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