entire clearness in the published story? The boys had all read the
story, and I had been put to my wits' end to answer the questions asked
by them; but I had assured several of them that if they would take a
copy of the paper, go to the Island and there read it on the very spot
where the treasure had been buried, and then and there take a careful
survey of the situation, there would be no difficulty in their
comprehending even the slightest detail. This seemed to me to be a very
sensible suggestion; and I suppose some of them will carry it out.

While I really enjoyed the experience of having entertained so many
people that day, I was fairly well fatigued when I reached home, where I
thought I could at least be quiet and free from the constant inquiries
of interested friends.

But here was Jamesby with designs against me! He had dashed my fond
hopes of rest; although he was somehow always considerate and
endurable. I could never become impatient with him, even if I knew he
was going to make demands upon me for more information concerning Money
Island.

"What is Uncle Henry telling you, Jamesby?" I asked on drawing closer to
them.

"Oh," he answered in a somewhat self-conscious manner, "he was about to
tell me of an experience of his in money digging."

Now, I had heard old Henry tell that story before. It was one which
seemed to justify his very sober ideas as to money getting by any other
means than by one's daily work.