“Well, Tom,” remarked Jack that night, as they sat about the campfire after supper, “this isn’t treasure-hunting very fast.” “No, that’s so. I’ve been sort of holding off, hoping I’d happen to think of some solution to that plan, but I haven’t. How about you fellows?” “Nothing doing as far as I’m concerned,” said Jack, as he limped over to the water pail. He was much better and the soreness was almost gone. “Two more to hear from,” suggested Tom. “I can’t think of anything,” admitted Bert, and Dick confessed to the same thing. “Then I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” proposed Tom. “We’ll take another trip to the old mill.” “And do what?” asked Jack. “We’ll take the plan with us, and try to see if, by looking at the structure itself, and, then the plan, we can come to any solution. It may be we might hit on some secret room, or something like that.” “What about the old hermit?” asked Dick. “He’ll be furious if he catches us there.” [112] [112] “Well, we’ll watch our chance, and go in the mill when we’re sure he’s out,” went on Tom. “Then we won’t all go in. We’ll leave someone outside to give the alarm in case he comes. How do you like my plan?” “Good!” cried Jack; and the others agreed with him. “Then we’ll start in the morning,” decided Tom. [113] [113] CHAPTER XV ALMOST CAUGHT “If there was only some plan by which we could draw the old hermit away from the mill for a day or so, we could have all the time we wanted,” remarked Dick. “Send him an anonymous letter,” suggested Jack. “Tell him the money is buried at a point about ten miles from here, and he’ll go there and dig. That will leave us free.”
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