_Bonne nuit_!" Mr.Donovan alone remained in normal state of mind.

'Twas all faradiddle, this talk of finding treasures.

The old Frenchman had been only half-baked.

He dumped his tools into his bag, and, with the wisdom of his kind, departed.

There would be another job to-morrow, putting the bricks back.
The others, however, were for the time but children, and like children they all talked at once; and there was laughter and thumping of fists and clapping of hands.