CHAPTER XXIX
THE first thing Tom heard on Friday morning was a glad piece of news -- Judge Thatcher's family had come back to town the night before.

Both Injun Joe and the treasure sunk into secondary importance for a moment, and Becky took the chief place in the boy's interest.

He saw her and they had an exhausting good time playing "hi-spy" and "gully-keeper" with a crowd of their school-mates.

The day was completed and crowned in a peculiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased her mother to appoint the next day for the long-promised and long-delayed picnic, and she consented.

The child's delight was boundless; and Tom's not more moderate.