“I don’t mean that,” Jibby Jones said. “Don’t you see where the tree is?” We began to get excited now. “Right in the corner!” he said. “There’s the house, and here is what must have been the dooryard of the house, and right in the corner is this pine tree. Didn’t you ever hear of John A. M’rell?” “Ginger!” I cried. “Ginger!” For M’rell was the way Jibby Jones always pronounced the land pirate’s name. “This tree was a signal pine,” Jibby said, as serious as a judge. “The minute I saw it, I knew it was a pine tree, and the minute I saw it was in the corner, I knew it might be a John A. M’rell signal pine. Didn’t anybody ever talk about hunting treasure here?” We just looked at Jibby Jones and stared. “No; nobody ever said anything about treasure up here,” Tad said. “Then we’ve got a chance--a great chance,” Jibby Jones said, more excited than we ever saw him. “Maybe we can find ten thousand dollars, and maybe we can find a hundred thousand dollars. It just shows how ignorant people can be, even when things are right under their noses. Here is a fortune lying where anybody can put their hands on it, and they don’t know it. My gracious! I thought you fellows said you knew all about the Mississippi River.” “Aw!” Wampus said. “What are you talking about the river for? This isn’t the river; this is farmland.” “If you knew all about the river, you would know all about all parts of it,” Jibby Jones said. “You would know about Arkansas and Mississippi and the things that happened there. You’d know that whenever there is a lone pine in the corner of a farm, it might be a M’rell tree. And you’d remember it whenever anybody talked about land pirate’s treasure. You’d know that people down there have hunted and hunted for John A. M’ell’s hidden money, and never found it. Of course, they didn’t find it. Why? Because it’s here. The minute I saw this tree, I knew this was where it was hidden.” “Yes, but--” Wampus began. “How far is it from here to the river or to the slough, if there is a slough?” “Of course there’s a slough,” I said. “There’s Riverbank Slough. It’s two or three miles from here.” “Yes, but--” Wampus said again. “But what?” Jibby asked. “But this isn’t the place; this can’t be the place,” Wampus said. “The map said Greenland.” Jibby took off his hat and unpinned the map from inside the sweat-band, where he always carried it. He spread it out on his hand. “‘Land’ or ‘sand,’” he said. “It might be one or the other, the way it is scribbled. It’s ‘Greenland’ or it’s ‘green sand,’ just as you want to read it. And there wasn’t any treasure at Greenland. Look here--where would the green sand be, according to this map?” We leaned over the map and studied it a minute. “Right there,” said Tad, putting his finger on the very spot where the “X” mark was.