They were about to carry her into the house, when she cried
weakly, but with all her remaining strength.

"No--no--Dig! Craig--Walter!" she managed to gasp.

Rusty, too, was still at it. Joshua fell to again. Man and dog
worked with a will.

"There they are!" cried Elaine, as all three pulled us out,
unconscious but still alive.

Though we did not know it, they carried us into the house, while
Elaine and Aunt Tabby bustled about to get something to revive us.

At last I opened my eyes and saw the motherly Aunt Tabby bending
over me. Craig was already revived, weak but ready now to do
anything Elaine ordered, as she held his hand and stroked his
forehead softly.

. . . . . . .

Meanwhile Long Sin had made his way to the automobile where his
master, Wu, waited impatiently.

"Did you get it?" asked Wu eagerly.

Long Sin showed him the box.

"Hurry, master!" he cried breathlessly, leaping into the car and