There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the room beyond and he came in with a piece of letter paper in his hand.
"Look, Hannah," he cried.

"Look! I found it among Mr.Craig's papers.
It's a rude chart of the farm, picked out here and there in dots." Hannah wiped her arms and put on her glasses.

The paper filled her with excitement.
"Sakes alive, Mr.O'Neill," she exclaimed, "what will you do now ?" "Do ?" said Kenny wildly.

"Do?
There's only one thing to do, of course.

Hughie and I will dig up the dots.