Simple way to pass the time, eh? But, somehow, we couldn't seem to
take it in that we'd actually done the trick. I know I couldn't. I've
always kidded myself along, too, that I was something of a speed artist
when it came to framin' up a situation. I expect we all hand ourselves
little floral offerings like that. But when we get up against anything
really new--that is, some sensation we ain't happened to meet
before--we find we ain't such hair-trigger propositions, after all. We
catches ourselves doin' the open-face act, while the little stranger
idea stands tappin' patient on the wood.
Course, treasure huntin' was just what had lured us so far from home.
For nearly three weeks, now, that had been the big notion. But
cruisin' around in a yacht lookin' for pirate gold as sort of a freaky
lark is one thing, while actually diggin' it out and seein' it heaped
before you on the sand is another.
Maybe Captain Killam was expectin' to carry the game this far. He's
just cocky enough for that. But it's plain to see that Auntie and Mr.
Ellins had been playin' a long shot just for the sport of holdin' a
ticket and watchin' the wheel turn. As for me and Vee, we'd
pooh-poohed the idea consistent from the very start, and had only been
let in along towards the last because we'd happened to be useful.
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