A GLAD SURPRISE
Janet, Ted and Hal started to run.
"Where are you going?" called Mrs. Martin after them. "Wait for
Trouble!"
"We're going to find him," answered Janet.
"Maybe he fell down the big hole we dug for a gold mine," added Ted.
"What do you mean?" gasped Mrs. Martin.
"What have you Curlytops been up to now?" asked Grandpa Martin.
"We dug a big hole to find the gold the tramps are looking for on this
island," explained Hal, who walked on slowly, following Mrs. Martin, who
had run after Ted and Janet. "Maybe the little boy fell into it."
"Where did you dig the big hole?" asked grandpa, and he, too, began to
be afraid that something had happened.
"Up near what Ted calls the cave. It's got a ladder in it, our gold mine
hole has, and maybe Trouble could climb out on that."
"If it's a hole deep enough for a ladder, I'm afraid he couldn't," said
Grandpa Martin. "You children must have dug a pretty big hole."
"We wanted to find the gold," explained Hal.
"What gold?"
"The gold the tramps are looking for here on Star Island. Ted told me
about them, and I suppose they were after gold. We want to find it
first."
"There isn't any gold here, and you mustn't dig holes so deep that
Trouble--or anyone else--would wander off and fall into them," said Mr.
Martin. "However, I presume it will be all right. But we must hurry
there and find out what has happened."
He and Hal hastened on, following Mrs. Martin and the Curlytops, who
were now out of sight around a turn in the path that led to the big
hole. Hal was rather frightened, for he knew it was his idea, more than
the plans of Jan and Ted, that had caused the "gold mine" to be dug.
On and on, along the path and up the hill hurried grandpa and Mrs.
Martin and the children. They called aloud for Trouble, but he did not
answer. At least they could not hear him if he did. He must have gone
quietly away from the table when no one noticed him. He had had his
supper before the Curlytops and Hal came from their digging.
"There's the pile of dirt," called back Ted, who was running on ahead.
He pointed to the mound of yellow sand that he, Hal and Jan had dug out
of the hole.
"And some one is there, digging!" cried Jan. "Oh, maybe it's Trouble!"
"I only hope he hasn't fallen in and hurt himself!" murmured Mrs.
Martin.
By this time Grandpa Martin and Hal had caught up to the others. They
could all see some one making the dirt fly on top of the yellow mound of
sand at one side of the big hole.
As Ted came nearer he saw a man on top of the dirt, using a shovel. The
man was digging quickly, and at first Teddy thought it was one of the
tramps. But a second look showed him he was wrong. And then came a glad
surprise, for the man called:
"I'll have him out in a minute. He isn't under very deep!"
"Why it's the lollypop man!" cried Jan.
And so it was, Mr. Sander, the jolly, fat man who sold waffles and
lollypops.
"Is Trouble in the hole? Are you digging him out?" gasped Mrs. Martin,
and she felt as though she were going to faint, she said afterward.
"No! Trouble isn't here--I mean he isn't in the hole!" cried Mr. Sander.
"It's your goat, Nicknack, who's buried under the sand. But his nose is
sticking out so he won't smother, and I'll soon have him all the way
out."
"But where is Trouble?" cried Baby William's mother.
"There he is, safe and sound, tied to a tree so he can't get in the way
of the dirt I'm shoveling out. I didn't want to throw sand in his eyes!"
cried the lollypop man. "Trouble is all right!"
And so the little fellow was, though he had been crying, perhaps from
fright, and his face was tear-streaked and dirty. But he was safe.
With a glad cry his mother loosed the rope by which Mr. Sander had
carefully tied Trouble to a near-by tree and gathered him up in her
arms.
Meanwhile Grandpa Martin caught up one of the shovels and began to help
the lollypop man dig in the sand. The Curlytops and Hal saw what had
happened. A lot of the dirt they had shoveled out had slid back into the
big hole, almost filling it. And caught under this dirt was Nicknack,
their goat. Only the black tip of his nose stuck out, and it is a good
thing this much of him was uncovered, or he might have smothered under
the sand.
"How did it happen?" asked Ted.
"There must have been a cave-in at our gold mine," said Hal.
"But how did Nicknack get here?" Ted went on.
"I guess Trouble must have untied him and brought him here," suggested
Janet.
Then they all watched while Grandpa Martin and the lollypop man dug out
the goat.
"Baa-a-a-a-a!" bleated Nicknack as he scrambled out after most of the
sand had been shoveled off his back. "Baa-a-a-a!"
"My! I guess he's glad to get out!" cried Ted.
"I guess so!" agreed the lollypop man. "I got here just as the dirt
caved in on him, and I began to dig as soon as I tied Trouble out of the
way so he'd be safe."
"But how did you come to be here?" asked Grandpa Martin.
"And how did our goat get here?" asked Janet.
"I saw Trouble leading him along by the strap on his horns," explained
Mr. Sander. "I guess he must have taken him out of his stable when you
folks weren't looking. Trouble led the goat up on top of the pile of
sand near the hole. I called to him to be careful.
"Just as I did so the sand slid down and I saw the goat go down into the
hole. Baby William fell down, but he didn't slide in with the dirt. Then
I ran and picked him up, and I tied him to the tree with a piece of rope
I found fast to a pail. I thought that was the best way to keep him out
of danger while I dug out the goat."
"I guess it was," said Grandpa Martin.
"Poor Trouble cried when I tied him fast, but I knew crying wouldn't
hurt him, and falling under a lot of sand might. I dug as fast as I
could, for I knew how you Curlytops loved your goat. He's all right, I
guess."
And Nicknack was none the worse for having been buried under the sliding
sand. As they learned afterward Trouble had slipped off to have some fun
by himself with the pet animal. Baby William had, somehow, found his way
to the "gold mine," and pretending the pile of sand was a mountain had
led Nicknack up it. Then had come the slide down into the big hole which
Hal and the Curlytops had dug. If it had not been for Mr. Sander
appearing when he did, poor Nicknack might have died.
"But, Trouble. You must never, never, never go away again alone with
Nicknack!" warned Mother Martin. "Never! Do you hear?"
"Me won't!" promised the little fellow.
"And you children mustn't dig any more deep holes," said Grandpa Martin.
"There isn't any gold on this island, so don't look for it."
"But what are the tramps looking for?" Ted asked.
"I can't tell you. But, no matter about that, don't dig any more deep
holes. They're dangerous!"
"We won't!" promised the Curlytops and Hal.
"How did you come to pay a visit to Star Island, Mr. Sander?" asked the
children's mother.
"Well, I'm stopping for the night on the main shore just across from
here," was the answer, "so, having had my supper and having made my bed
in my red wagon, I thought I'd come over and pay you a visit. I heard
you were camping here, so I borrowed a boat and rowed over. I walked
along this path, and I happened to see Trouble and the goat. Then I knew
I had found the right place, but I did not imagine I'd have to come to
the rescue of my friend Nicknack," and with a laugh he patted the shaggy
coat of the animal, that rubbed up against the kind lollypop man.
"Well, come back to the tent and visit a while," was Grandpa Martin's
invitation. "We're ever so much obliged to you."
"What does all this mean about tramps and a gold mine?" asked Mr.
Sander. "If there's gold to be had in an easier way than by selling hot
waffles from a red wagon with a white horse to pull it, I'd like to know
about it," he added with a jolly laugh.
"Oh, ho! Oh, ho!" he cried. "Hot waffles do I sell. Hot waffles I love
well!"
"Did you bring any with you?" asked Ted eagerly.
"Indeed I did, my little Curlytop. They may not be hot now, but maybe
your mother can warm them on the stove," and picking up a package he had
laid down near the tree to which he had tied Trouble, the lollypop man
gave it to Mrs. Martin with a low bow.
"Waffles for the Curlytops," he said laughing.