Jibby Jones by Ellis Parker Butler

It must have been about half-past ten or eleven o'clock in the morning by the time we got rid of the Tough Customer that had come to the old Murrell farm to get the land pirate's buried treasure before we could get it. We stood there by the old brick house laughing and shouting while Jibby Jones's cat Orlando chased the Tough Customer off the road.

When we saw the Tough Customer vanish over a rise of ground, the rest of our work of getting the buried treasure -- if there was any -- seemed as simple as opening a pie to pull out a plum. We had the rest of the morning and all afternoon and part of the evening to work in, and Jibby Jones had figured out that the buried treasure must be under the old signal pine tree in the corner, near where the two roads crossed.