Go home to your Nance and your kids, and stand by till you hear from me." "Well--if you say so; what'll we do with this--bury it again ?" "Yes.

[Ravishing delight overhead.] NO! by the great Sachem, no! [Profound distress overhead.] I'd nearly forgot.

That pick had fresh earth on it! [The boys were sick with terror in a moment.] What business has a pick and a shovel here?
What business with fresh earth on them?
Who brought them here--and where are they gone?
Have you heard anybody ?--seen anybody?
What! bury it again and leave them to come and see the ground disturbed?
Not exactly--not exactly.

We'll take it to my den." "Why, of course! Might have thought of that before.

You mean Number One ?" "No--Number Two--under the cross.