"I don't care anything about the treasure myself," said he. "I'm too glad to be well again and back in our own street." "I'm glad I'm here myself, son. And if you happen to see Toby Littleback this morning, tell him I'm alive and resting well, considering." "Yes, sir," said Freddie, and continued his stroll. The Old Tobacco Shop, when he arrived, looked as it had looked on the fateful day when he had last seen it. He paused before the door, and gazed at Mr. Punch. He half expected the little man to step down and shake hands with him; but Mr. Punch did not move a muscle; he did not even look at Freddie; he held out in one hand a packet of black cigars, and his wooden face, if it expressed anything at all, showed the great calm which he must have felt when he got back to his little perch. Freddie looked up at the clock in the tower, with some thought that the hands might be together; but it was a quarter past ten, and anyway Mr. Punch's father was probably by this time far away in some other of his store-rooms about the world. Freddie entered the shop. Mr. Toby was behind the counter, opening a package of tobacco. "Aha! young feller!" he cried. "Back again, sure enough! Blamed if it don't seem as if you'd been away from here for a year. And a mighty sick chap you were, that's a fact. I reckon we all thought you were going to die, maybe; by crackey, I never seen anyone so pale in my life. Are you all right now?" "Yes, sir," said Freddie. "And I'm glad to be back. Are you glad to be here in the shop, the same as ever?" "Me? You bet I am. You couldn't buy me to leave this shop, not if you offered me all the money that Captain Kidd ever buried. No, sir. And look here, young man; I reckon you ain't surprised to see that the Chinaman's head is gone; eh?" Freddie looked at the shelf behind Toby, and sure enough, the Chinaman's head was gone. He knew, of course, that it was lying at the bottom of the ocean. "I kind of lost it one day," said Toby, winking his eye. "Mislaid it, you know, or lost it, one or the other, I don't know which,--but, anyway, I reckon it won't never be found. It's gone. I hope you don't mind it now, do you?" "No, sir," said Freddie. He was glad to know that Mr. Toby was not still feeling disturbed because he had left it on board The Sieve. "All right, then," said Toby. "You'd better go in and see Aunt Amanda." Freddie opened the door at the rear of the shop and went into the back room. Aunt Amanda was sitting by the table, sewing. On the table were the wax flowers and the album and the double glasses through which you looked at the twin pictures. The room was just as if they had never left it. "Eshyereerilart," said Aunt Amanda, taking a handful of pins from her mouth. "Bless your dear little heart, I'm glad you're back again. Are you well? Sit down on the hassock."