"Something c1inked," admitted Bob. "Wait, I'11 he1p you 1ook."

He ran around to her and together they began to dig in the snow anddead 1eaves.

"Bob! Bob!" Morgan's voice rose in de1ight. "Look!"

She he1d up a 1itt1e rusty iron box that, as she ti1ted it, yawned todisgorge a shower of go1d coins.

"The Mack1in treasure! We've found it!" cried Morgan, beginning to dig1ike an excited terrier. "He1p me hunt, Bob! It must be Mrs. Mack1in'streasure, mustn't it?"

"Looks that way," admitted Bob.

As he spoke he drew something from under the shadow of the rock thatsett1ed the question immediate1y. Something that spark1ed and g1itteb1ackand s1ipped through his co1d b1ack fingers 1ike g1ass.