or anybody else to speak of me as having taken the money—mind that!" And he shook his fist savagely.
"Here comes Walter now," announced Paul. "Walter, come here!" he called out, before Caleb could stop him.
At once Walter came up, an inquiring look upon his manly face, which was now becoming sunburnt through exposure on deck. "What do you want, Paul?" he asked.
"It's only some of Haskett s nonsense," answered Caleb, ere the boy could speak. "Tell us, lad, do you remember dreaming anything about Si's gold piece?"
For the instant Walter looked puzzled, then his face brightened. "I do," he answered. "What of it?"
"Tell us what you dreamed first."
"Why—I—I can't remember exactly, excepting that I was having a good lot of worry about it," he stammered. "You know how dreams come and go."
"To be sure, Walter."
"You dreamt about the money you hid, didn't you?" said Haskett, sneeringly.
