with three weeks' rations. That's what that pottery was for."
"Sure!"
Jimmy yawned and turned away.
"Well, where's the Indian?" Cat insisted. "'Spose he's down deeper?"
"After the three weeks' rations gave out he piked on to the Happy Hunting Grounds," jested Jimmy. "Now come on, let's get away from here or Luke will go bughouse."
"Well, I'm coming back and dig some more to-morrow," Cat declared, as he proceeded to gather up some of the relics and stuff them into his pockets.
This completed, the boys joined Luke, who was happily unconscious of the gruesome specimens Cat was carrying in his pocket. They made their way back to Seagulls' Nest by a road some distance from the ocean in order to avoid the high running surf.
Arriving at the house, they found Turner without news of the flyers, and then Cat proceeded to pour forth the story of his find, exhibiting his relics at the same time.
Turner listened with interest and inspected
