They got on faster now, and in a few minutes
Sandy exclaimed--
"Here it is at last!"
"The treasure?" cried Willie. "Oh, jolly!"
Sandy burst out laughing, and shouted--
"The water!"
"Bother the water!" growled Willie. "But go on, Sandy; the iron chest
may be at the bottom of the water, you know."
"All very well for you up there!" retorted Sandy. "But though I can get
the stones out, I can't get the water out. And I've no notion of diving
where there's pretty sure to be nothing to dive for. Besides, a body
can't dive in a stone pipe like this. I should want weights to sink
me, and I mightn't get them off in time. I want my breakfast dreadful,
Willie."
So saying, he scrambled up the side of the well, and the last of him
that appeared, his boots, namely, bore testimony enough to his having
reached the water. Willie peered down into the well, and caught the
dull glimmer of it through the stones; then, a good deal disappointed,
followed Sandy as he strode away towards the house.
"You'll come and have your breakfast with me, Sandy, won't you?" he said
from behind him.
"No, thank you," answered Sandy. "I don't like any porridge but my
mother's."
And without looking behind him, he walked right through the cottage, and
away home.
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