"Just a minute--look around here, boys,--we'll find it, if you'll
only look around."

And he scrabbled around at a great rate.

"Leave no stone unturned," said he, turning over two of them.

But we found nothing at all. Nothing, that is, except dirt, grass,
mullein-stalks, and beetles or crickets under the stones. Mr.
Daddles hunted energetically, pulling up grass by the roots,
digging in the soil with his fingers, and kicking at stones with
the toes of his tennis-shoes, until he shouted "Ouch!" and jumped
about holding his foot in his hand. Then he set to again, so
excitedly that we looked at him in astonishment.

"P'r'aps we'd better start," said Jimmy again.

"In a minute, in a minute," exclaimed Mr. Daddles, poking about.
"Hunt, boys, hunt,--I feel sure we'll find something if we only
hunt."

We hunted, scraped over the earth and sand around that tree, and
moved every stone and pebble.

"I tell you we must find some treasure here,--we MUST!"

"How can we?" asked Ed, "if there isn't any to find."

"But there is. I know there is!"