Gone so brooding over this very subject of buried treasure.

Better look out, young man!"-- smiling at me.

"He used to be always grubbing about in the bush, and they said that he carried the umbrella, so that he could hide a machete in it--a sort of heavy cutlass, you know, for cutting down the brush.

Well, several years ago, there came a visitor from New York, and he got thick with the old fellow.

They used to go about a lot together, and were often off on so-called fishing trips for days on end.