BURIED TREASURE Some twenty minutes later they were headed in a big seven-seating automobile toward the scene of the boys' early morning adventure.

On the front seat with the chauffeur sat Chief Carey and in the tonneau were Clint and Amy and two policemen, one of them the officer who had taken them to the station.

At their feet were two brand-new spades.
It was a fine, clear morning and promised to be quite warm by noon.

But Clint and Amy snuggled down into the seat and presented as small a portion of their anatomies as was possible to the fresh morning breeze that rushed by them.

They passed the first sign-post and the second and the first farm they had seen, but after that the road was quite unfamiliar since they had travelled over it in the dark.