Part 16 (1/2)

In the afternoon the boys went skating, and on the pond met several of the boys of the neighborhood, and all had a glorious time until dark.

Then they piled home, once more as hungry as wolves, to a hot supper, and an evening of nut-cracking around the fire.

”Tell you what,” said Sam on going to bed that night, ”I almost wish Christmas came once a week instead of once a year!”

CHAPTER XII.

THE BRa.s.s-LINED MONEY CASKET.

It was on the day following Christmas that d.i.c.k brought out the bra.s.s-lined money casket which he had picked up in the cave on Needle Point Island, in Lake Huron, as related in a previous volume of this series.

As old readers know, this cave was stumbled upon by accident. It had once been the hiding place of a band of smugglers who plied their unlawful calling between the United States and Canada, and the cave was found filled with numerous articles of more or less value. The Rovers had gone back for these things, but had found some money gone, also a curiously shaped dagger and a map, which had been in the cave on a rude table. They were pretty well satisfied in their minds that Dan Baxter had taken these things, but had never been able to prove it.

The bra.s.s-lined money casket was an odd-looking affair, which d.i.c.k found thrust in a big box of fancy articles of various descriptions. The box was about a foot long, six inches wide, and six inches deep. It was of rosewood, with silver corners, and the lining was of polished bra.s.s, curiously engraved. The box had contained a few odd Canadian silver coins, but that was all.

”Do you know, I would like to know the history of this box,” observed d.i.c.k, as he looked it over. ”As it belonged to one of those smugglers it ought to have quite a story to tell.”

”It will make a nice jewel casket,” put in Tom. ”When you settle down with Dora, you can give if to her for her dia----”

”Oh, stow that, Tom! If Dora ever does take me for a husband, it won't be for some years to come, you must know that.”

”Let me take a look at the box,” put in Sam. ”I never got the chance to look it over carefully.”

”It's odd that they should engrave it inside,” went on d.i.c.k. ”Especially since the outside silver corners are plain.”

”Perhaps there is a secret spring hidden by the engraving,” suggested Tom. ”Hunt around. It may fly apart and let out a hundred thousand in diamonds.”

”Don't be foolish, Tom,” said d.i.c.k. ”It isn't likely there is a spring.”

”But there just is a spring!” exclaimed Sam, who was handling the box.

”Hark!”

He ran his finger nail over a spot on one side of the box, and there followed a tiny click. Then he ran his finger nail back, and there was another click.

”Hurrah! Sam has solved the mystery of the sphinx!” cried Tom. ”Can you open it? I claim a third share of the diamonds!”

”Give me the box,” said d.i.c.k, also a bit excited. When he got it in his hands he, too, ran his finger nail over the engraved bra.s.s. Several tiny clicks followed.

”There must be some opening beneath the bra.s.s lining,” he said.

”Take it to the window, and perhaps you'll be able to see something more,” suggested Sam.

d.i.c.k did as advised, and, with his brothers gathered close beside him, worked over the money casket for fully quarter of an hour.

”It seems to click, and that's all,” he said disappointedly. ”If I could only----Oh!”

d.i.c.k stopped short. His finger had run across the lining in a certain way. There were three clicks in rapid succession, and on the instant one of the bra.s.s plates of the box flew back, revealing a tiny compartment behind it, not over a quarter of an inch in depth.