There is a time in every boy's life when he wants to go
and dig for treasure. And that time came for Tom.
So, one hot summer's day, he went to find Huck.
Huck liked the idea of treasure. 'Where are we going
to dig?' he asked.
An old dead tree is best.'
'Who puts the treasure under old trees?'
'Robbers,' said Tom. 'And then they go away, or they
forget to come back for the treasure.'
'There's a dead tree on Cardiff Hill,' said Huck. 'Let's
go there! I've got an old pick and shovel.'
It was three miles to the old tree, and the boys arrived
tired and hot. They dug for an hour or two, but they