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`` I 'm agreed . '' So they played Robin Hood all the afternoon , now and then casting a yearning eye down upon the haunted house and passing a remark about the morrow 's prospects and possibilities there . As the sun began to sink into the west they took their way homeward athwart the long shadows of the trees and soon were buried from sight in the forests of Cardiff Hill . On Saturday , shortly after noon , the boys were at the dead tree again . They had a smoke and a chat in the shade , and then dug a little in their last hole , not with great hope , but merely because Tom said there were so many cases where people had given up a treasure after getting down within six inches of it , and then somebody else had come along and turned it up with a single thrust of a shovel . The thing failed this time , however , so the boys shouldered their tools and went away feeling that they had not trifled with fortune , but had fulfilled all the requirements that belong to the business of treasure-hunting . When they reached the haunted house there was something so weird and grisly about the dead silence that reigned there under the baking sun , and something so depressing about the loneliness and desolation of the place , that they were afraid , for a moment , to venture in .