wants to be rescued
anyway? We're going to find the gold; we're going to find the gold!" and
he danced joyously around, waving his arms about his head while he
chanted over and over again the same refrain, "We're going to find the
gold; we're going to find the gold!"

"I'm afraid you're a little previous, String," laughed Grant, looking up
from the code which he had been studying intently. "We haven't got it
yet, you know."

"But we shall," insisted John joyously. "We'll find it all right."

"Let's keep at it," exclaimed Fred. "That's the best way I know to
accomplish anything. Talking about it doesn't do much good."

"Give him a couple more letters then, Grant," exclaimed George.

"Let me give him one," said John. "See if I can guess right."

"All right," said Grant, "you try it this time and see if you know the
trick."

"Give me two," said Fred. "We worked two at a time before and we ought
to be able to do it again."

"What numbers do you want letters for?" inquired John.

"Let me see," mused Fred. "How about eleven and fifteen?"

"Just a second now," and John began to calculate and count on his
fingers just as Grant had done.

"Another fakir," whispered George, but as usual no one paid the
slightest attention to him. Every one was intent upon the code and too
much interested in it to be diverted by anything else.

"Put _k_ in place of eleven, and _o_ in place of fifteen,"
said John after he had apparently satisfied himself as to the
correctness of his calculations. "Is that correct, Grant?"

"Absolutely," said Grant. "You know the system all right."

"You might tell us," exclaimed George enviously.

"Keep quiet, Pop, and watch me," ordered Fred, and once more he rewrote
the code while his companions watched him eagerly. This is what he
wrote:

t-1-k-e-1-3-o-21-r-19-e-4-21-e-n-o-r-t-h-o-n-e-h-21-n-4-r-e-4-6-e-e-t-
6-r-o-13-t-h-e-19-o-31-t-h-e-r-n-e-24-t-r-e-13-t-25-o-6-19-h-1-r-k-r-
o-e-k-t-h-e-n-e-1-19-t-6-9-6-t-25-6-e-e-t-1-n-4-n-o-r-t-h-2-25-e-1-19-
t-t-h-9-r-t-25-t-h-r-e-e-4-9-7.

"You're getting rid of the numbers fast enough anyway," exclaimed
George. "It looks like Greek to me though."

"Maybe it's written in some foreign language," suggested Fred. "Wouldn't
that be awful?"

"Perhaps it's Finnish," said George. "We got it from a Finn."

"Dey's always ha'd luck," exclaimed Sam soberly. "Ef some Finn done
wrote dat we don't stan' no chance ob eber findin' de treasah."

"You mean it will