A jug full of old coins now and then.

I found one a year or two ago in my garden here--buried down among the roots of that old fig tree." "Then," put in Charlie, "there was that mysterious stranger over at North Cay.

He's supposed to have got away with quite a pile." "Tell me about him," said I.
"Well, there used to be an old eccentric character in the town here--a half-breed by the name of Andrews.

John will remember him--" John nodded.
"He used to go around all the time with a big umbrella, and muttering to himself.

We used to think him half crazy.