‘We took six hundred and fifty dollars when we robbed that house,’ said the second man. He took some money out of the bag. ‘We can take fifty dollars with us now. What are we going to do with the six hundred?’
‘Leave it here,’ said Injun Joe. ‘We can come back and get it next week. Here, give me the bag.’
He walked across the room to the fireplace, moved two big stones from the floor and began to dig with his knife.
Upstairs, the two boys watched excitedly. Treasure! Six hundred dollars of wonderful treasure!
Injun Joe stopped digging. ‘Hello, what’s this?’ he said. ‘There’s something here. It’s an old box.’
The two men got the box out and opened it.
‘It’s money!’ said Injun Joe’s friend.
Injun Joe put his hand into the box. ‘There are thousands of dollars here!’ he said, and the two men looked at the money with happy smiles.
‘But who – ‘ began Injun Joe’s friend.
‘Don’t ask,’ Injun Joe said. ‘It's our money now.’
