He was careful not to dump any of it in the hole where the gold tube was actually found.
He could still see the tube in his mind. It seemed so familiar, but he just couldn't place it.
He thought that it might have been the lid to a fancy gold pen. K B could have been the initials of a famous author.
The only famous authors he could think of were Charles Dickens, William Shakespeare, and Mark Twain.
Besides, it didn't really look like the top of a pen. By lunchtime the Warden was beginning to lose her patience.
She made them eat quickly, so they could get back to work. “If you can't get them to work any faster,” she told Mr. Sir,
“then you're going to have to climb down there and dig with them.” After that, everyone worked faster, especially when Mr. Sir was watching them.
Stanley practically ran when he pushed his wheelbarrow. Mr. Sir reminded them that they weren't Girl Scouts.
They didn’t quit digging until after every other group had finished. Later, as Stanley sat sprawled across an understuffed chair,
he tried to think of a way to tell the Warden where the tube was really found, without getting himself or X-Ray into trouble.
It didn’t seem possible. He even thought about sneaking out at night and digging in that hole by himself.
But the last thing he wanted to do after digging all day was to “dig at night, too.”
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