Fawcett, over at Andros, was saying the other night, that he estimates that they have something like a quarter of a million dollars buried in tin cans among the brush over there now--" "It is their form of stocking," put in Charlie Webster.
"Precisely.

Well, as I was saying, those old fellows would bury their hoards in some cave or other, and then go off--and get hanged.

Their ghosts perhaps came back.

The darkies have lots of ghost-tales about them.

But their money is still here, lots of it, you bet your life." "Do they ever make any finds ?" I asked.
"Nothing big that I know of.