CHAPTER XXIV.
DIGGING DOTS So madness settled down upon the Craig farm.
Futile, flurried days of digging followed for which Kenny, delving desperately in his memory, supplied forgotten clues.

Fearful lest the villagers might take it into their heads to climb the hill to Craig Farm and help them dig, he pledged every one to secrecy and went on digging, with Hughie at his heels.

The suspense became fearful and depressing.
On the third day Hannah rebelled.

The gloom and mystery were getting on her nerves.
"Hetty," she said irritably, "if you're standin' at the window there, figurin' out where Mr.Craig's money is likely to be buried, you can stop it this minute and clean the lamps.

Your father's out pulling up the floor-boards in the barn and Mr.O'Neill's digging up the lilac bush for the third time.