“Was he very waxy?” asked Amy anxiously.

“Not very, I reckon,” Clint replied.  “He wants us to beat it back and see him at once.”

“I can scarcely restrain my eagerness,” murmured Amy.

“What train were you thinking of taking?” asked the Chief, drawing the telephone toward him again.

“They said there was one at nine-forty-six,” replied Clint, “but this—­this officer says it doesn’t stop at Brimfield.”

“We’ll soon find out, boys.”  The Chief consulted a time-table and nodded.  “Brimfield at ten-fifteen.”  He looked at the big clock on the wall.  “Seven-forty-five,” he muttered.  “I guess we can make it.”  He put the receiver to his ear once more.  “Operator?  Wharton, 137-M, please.  Hello!  That you, Gus?  This is Dave Carey.  Say, Gus, I want an auto to hold five of us besides your driver.  What say?  Yes, right away.  Well, hunt him up.  Get here by eight sure.  At the station, yes.  All right.”  The Chief returned the receiver and leaned back.  “I guess,” he said, “you boys had better show us where that place is and we’ll have a look at it.  It doesn’t seem probable to me that the crooks would hide that stuff in a hole, but they might have.  If it was getting late they might have been afraid they’d get held up and searched before they got clear.  Anyway, we’ll have a look.”

“Is there any reward for it?” asked Amy.

“Not that I know of,” laughed the Chief.  “I guess there’s a reward for the capture of the fellows who did it.  If you can show us where they are you might make a couple of hundred dollars, son.  The Jewellers’ Protective Association would be glad to square you.”

“I’m afraid I don’t get that,” mourned Amy.  “How much is the stuff worth that they swiped?”

“Oh, seven or eight hundred, I guess.  Wiggin didn’t seem to know just what had been taken.  Here’s a list of some of it, though.  Seven watches, eleven seals and a lot of pins and brooches and studs.  They missed the unset stones, the thieves did.  Bill, you dig up a couple of spades somewhere and bring around here by eight.”

The policeman disappeared and the boys seated themselves to wait.

CHAPTER X

BURIED TREASURE

Some twenty minutes later they were headed in a big seven-seating automobile toward the scene of the boys’ early morning adventure.  On the front seat with the chauffeur sat Chief Carey and in the tonneau were Clint and Amy and two policemen, one of them the officer who had taken them to the station.  At their feet were two brand-new spades.