us that the road led to Dockam's Hole.

"We don't want to go to Dockam's Hole," said Mr. Daddles; "back to
the cross-roads! I begin to think I'll never see my home and
mother again. This treasure-hunting is all it's cracked up to be,
--and even worse."

The man peered out of his wagon.

"Say, I'd give you fellers a ride, if there wa'n't so many of ye."

And he whipped up his horse and drove away into the darkness. In
an hour or more we reached the beginning of the causeway, and
fifteen minutes later we were in Bailey's Harbor.

"I wouldn't mind something to eat," said Ed Mason.

"Some ham and eggs," I suggested.

"And some of those mince turnovers," remarked Jimmy Toppan, almost
breaking into a run.

"And some coffee," said Mr. Daddles.

"Do you suppose there is any of that chowder left?" asked Ed
Mason; "it's always better warmed over."

"The Captain must have had his supper long ago," said I. "And gone
to bed, too," put in Mr. Daddles,--"say, do you know, it's pretty
late?"