Sometimes I get so I almost wish that she didn't have a piano at
all."

Ed Mason voted for a horse, and I for a bicycle.

"I don't see how we can dig up much treasure, anyway," was Ed
Mason's comment, "not even if we find where it's buried."

"Why not?"

"What have we got to dig with?"

That was true,--we had forgotten to bring shovels.

"Never mind, this is only prospecting," Mr. Daddles reminded us.
"We'll look around, and if we see any place that looks treasury,
we'll come back another time."

We rowed around to the westerly side of Fishback Island, as the
car-driver had suggested, and landed in a little pebbly cove.

Mr. Daddles was delighted with the appearance of the island. "I
don't wonder they came here for treasure," said he. "It's the most
likely looking place for a pirate's lair I ever saw in my life.
Look at that tree on the hill,--a regular landmark. And look at
the smuggler's cave!"

He pointed to a rocky cave on the shore, just above our landing-
place. We walked over to examine it, but we couldn't find anything
there except some egg-shells and paper boxes, where someone had