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talking about in the same breath as treasure?”
    “Probably an old map of the Indian encampment,” Brian said reassuringly.
“Now don’t get yourself all worked up over nothing.”
    “Nothing!” Trixie blurted angrily, but inside she was disappointed that
Brian didn’t agree with her. He usually took her side, and Trixie was always
grateful for it.
    “Speaking of nothing,” Mart interrupted, “I have had nothing to eat
since dinner. What we need in this clubhouse is a refrigerator full of food.”
    “It’s only been an hour since dinner, but let’s all go to the Manor
House,” Honey suggested. “There’s always loads of food there, and Miss Trask
said she’s missed us lately.”
    “I’ve missed her, too,” Di said softly. “I’ve been so busy with the dig
and taking care of the twins. I haven’t had a chance to see anyone.”
    “Let’s go,” Mart whooped, skidding out the door. “No sense hanging around
here talking about food. We could be up in the kitchen doing something about
it!”
    As the six young people trudged up the driveway, they heard the sound of
laughter and music coming through the trees.
    “That must be coming from the dig,” Trixie exclaimed.
    “It sounds like guitars and folksinging ,” Di
said.
    “It sounds like a party to me,” Brian said. “Let’s go see!”
    “What about food?” Mart moaned dramatically, clutching his stomach.
    “Forget about food for a while,” Dan said. “Maybe we’ll have some fun, instead.”
    “What could be more fun than food?” Mart mumbled as he grudgingly
followed the other Bob-Whites along the dirt road leading to the dig site.
    When they came to the clearing, a lively campfire was burning. The
students were sitting around the fire on logs and rocks, singing and talking.
Professor Conroy was there, too, and it looked as if a delightful songfest was
on.
    “Join us,” he boomed, seeing the six Bob-Whites straggle in through the
trees. “We need a tenor. Any of you a tenor?”
    “At your service,” Mart called back. Then he began to warble, “Do-re-mi- fa -so-la- ti -do!” They all found
spots in the circle, and the singing continued.
    “Where’s Charles?” Brian asked, after looking around the assembled
group.
    “He’s in the city,” answered one of the graduate students. “He goes
there every night.”
    “Why?” Trixie asked with interest.
    The girl replied with a toss of her long blonde hair. “He pays his own
tuition, so he has to work every summer to earn money. But he didn’t want to
miss the dig, either. He decided to do both.”
    “How can he do both?” Di asked.
    “He works on the dig during the day, and he has a night job, that’s how.
That way he earns the money, and doesn’t lose the course credit.”
    “Whew,” Brian said. “That’s a rough deal.” Trixie suddenly had a
thought. All the talk of Charles had stirred her questions again. Since she
hadn’t gotten too much sympathy from the others, she decided to talk with
Professor Conroy. Maybe he would have a key to what Charles was talking about
in the woods. Shifting her place, she managed to find a spot next to him around
the campfire.
    “You wouldn’t happen to know any stories about treasure in this area?”
she asked during a break in the singing.
    “Oh, yes,” Professor Conroy answered. His eyes started to glow in that
special way they always did when he was about to begin one of his little
lectures. “But there are always hundreds of treasure tales that circulate in
areas of great historical significance such as this one. Why, I could go on all
night.
    “Ahem.” He cleared his throat happily. “For example, Captain Kidd—whom
you surely have heard about—is said to have buried various treasure caches
along the Hudson River . There’s supposed to be
a cave somewhere around Crow’s Nest—right near here— which contains some of his
treasure. He was also supposed to have buried treasure on Gardiners Island, in Gardiners Bay ,
and