“Wait!” Jibby drawled. “The old negro Mose, when he was paddling us up and down the St. Francis River, said he wished he was young and spry again, because if he was he would go up the Mississippi to Iowa, and hunt for the land pirate’s treasure. He said his father had been John A. Murrell’s slave and bodyguard and private servant. He said he had a map hidden away in a safe place--a map John A. Murrell’s own brother drew with his own hand and sent to John A. Murrell by a safe messenger, when John A. Murrell was in prison. But the messenger could not reach John A. Murrell, so he gave the map to Mose’s father.” “What was the map?” I asked. “Well, Mose said it was a map to show where the land pirate’s treasure was hidden,” Jibby said. “He said John A. Murrell’s brother came up North here, where he would not be known, and hid the treasure. And this is what old Mose said: ‘Riverbank--that’s where all that money is hid away at. That’s what the map say--Riverbank.’ And this is Riverbank, isn’t it? You’d call this ‘up North,’ wouldn’t you?” I was excited right away, but Skippy whittled a few shavings off the stick he was whittling. “Yes,” he said then, “but you didn’t see the map, did you?” “No,” Jibby said. “Well, I think it is mighty slim,” Skippy said. “Most likely it is just some negro talk. If the map does say ‘Riverbank,’ it may mean ‘river bank’--the bank of any river anywhere. And anybody would be foolish to send all his treasure a thousand miles away, to be hidden. A man wouldn’t do that; it don’t sound reasonable. You might as well look for fish in the tops of trees as look for that pirate treasure anywhere around here.” “Or rabbits,” I said, and Skippy and Tad laughed, but Wampus did not laugh. “Rabbits do climb trees!” Wampus said, ready to get mad in a minute. Jibby looked at Wampus in that solemn, slow way of his. “I don’t believe rabbits climb trees, Wampus,” Jibby said. We had been talking about rabbits before Jibby came in out of the rain, but I don’t remember what started us. I guess maybe I started it by saying it looked as if it might rain all day, and then Wampus said he remembered a worse rain--the one when we had the school picnic. Then Skippy said he had to laugh when he thought of how Sue Smale’s black straw hat sort of melted in the rain that day, and the black ran down her face and on her yellow hair, because she had blacked the hat with shoe polish. Then Tad had said girls did things like that: they were silly. And I said, “Yes, you bet they’re silly, why, Sue says rabbits climb trees.” Then Wampus got mad and said, “Rabbits do climb trees; I know they do, because my Uncle Oscar saw one in a tree.” So now Wampus told Jibby his Uncle Oscar had seen a rabbit up a tree. “I guess it was a squirrel,” said Jibby. “Squirrels climb trees; rabbits don’t.”