CHAPTER TEN
THE NEXT DAY WAS UNBELIEVABLY HOT. THE mountain breeze they'd grown accustomed to had deserted them, and there wasn't so much as a whif of a cloud in the sky. The ground seemed harder, rockier, than on the day before, though Jud knew that was only imagination, and tempers grew short, which was not at all imaginary.
They still hadn't made a substantial dent in the plateau, and it wasn't hard to see that it would take them several weeks if they were going to dig up the whole thing. Viola refused to work at all, and Sam was beginning to voice his doubts about existence of the treasure. Jud said nothing, but the old man's enthusiasm-which hadn't waned-was beginning to convince Jud of Cunningham's madness.
Jud found it hard to believe Cunningham was as unreal as he seemed. There
