Harry said, “Never mind, we’ll have sodas and ice cream and things in every town between here and Wheeling; I’ll advance the money. What are a few dollars against maybe several millions?” Pee-wee said, “Sure, and we can afford some jaw-breakers, too.” “All you want,” Harry said. “Won’t it spoil our appetites for the pie?” Brent wanted to know. But just the same he was interested. Now there’s no use telling you about our journey from Indianapolis to Wheeling—that’s about eight or nine hundred miles, roughly speaking; only scouts don’t speak roughly. They have to be polite. On that journey we passed through Springfield and Columbus and a lot of other big places, and all the people stared at us. Every night we camped in the country, because we didn’t like staying in cities. Gee, I thought we’d never get to Wheeling but after a few days we got there, and then we put our machines up to get all greased and have some repairs made. I don’t mean _us_, I mean the machines. Then we hired a big launch and started up the Ohio River. About ten miles up, Snake Creek flows into it. It flows in through the north shore. Up Snake Creek about ten miles is Skeleton Cove, I bet you’re getting awful anxious, hey? Harry said, “Boys, the fun isn’t in getting money; the fun is in finding treasure. Why wouldn’t it be a good idea to send a couple of thousand, say, to those little fellows back at Grumpy’s Cross-roads?” “Let’s give five thousand to the Boy Scout drive,” I said. Brent said, “All I want for myself is the pie; I’m hungry.” Now when we got to Skeleton Cove we saw it was all shady and spooky, like. The water was black and the place was dark just like a cave. It was awful still in there. I bet you’re crazy to know what comes next, hey? Over against the shore was the wreck of an old motor-boat; I guess it got smashed by the rocks there. We chugged over to where it was and Tom Slade climbed out and stepped across it. Harry said, “What do you think it means, Tommy boy?” Tom was kneeling on the old deck and looking over the edge. All of a sudden he said, “Now I know; I was a fool not to think of it before. The name of this boat is the _Treasure_.” Harry said, “What?” I said, “What?” Will Dawson shouted, “On the level?” “On the bow,” Tom said. Pee-wee piped up, “What do you mean?” Brent said, “Dear me; foiled again.” Tom said, “Now I know what it means. The boys from the Geological Survey were here. All that had me guessing was the word _treasure_. A pie is a topographic mark; it shows where government land ends. Cons means contours. They staked their measurings. They were just measuring this cove and the creek so as to make government maps. T.W. means tide water.” Harry said, awful funny like, “If it wouldn’t be asking too much, will you please tell me what it means where it says, ‘Treasure at HW limit indicated at AN stake.’ Can you answer that?”