We want to find it
first."
"There isn't any gold here, and you mustn't dig holes so deep that
Trouble--or anyone else--would wander off and fall into them," said
Mr. Martin. "However, I presume it will be all right. But we must
hurry there and find out what has happened."
He and Hal hastened on, following Mrs. Martin and the Curlytops, who
were now out of sight around a turn in the path that led to the big
hole. Hal was rather frightened, for he knew it was his idea, more
than the plans of Jan and Ted, that had caused the "gold mine" to be
dug.
On and on, along the path and up the hill hurried grandpa and Mrs.
Martin and the children. They called aloud for Trouble, but he did not
answer. At least they could not hear him if he did. He must have gone
quietly away from the table when no one noticed him. He had had his
supper before the Curlytops and Hal came from their digging.
"There's the pile of dirt," called back Ted, who was running on ahead.
He pointed to the mound of yellow sand that he, Hal and Jan had dug
out of the hole.
"And some one is there, digging!" cried Jan. "Oh, maybe it's Trouble!"
"I only hope he hasn't fallen in and hurt himself!" murmured Mrs.
Martin.
By this time Grandpa Martin and Hal had caught up to the others. They
could all see some one making the dirt fly on top of the yellow mound
of sand at one side of the big hole.
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