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第22章 爷爷的藏宝图A Giant Mystery（第3页）

“你去哪儿？”

科林喊道，“等等我。”

科林也冲向小溪，布里奇特已经爬上了那条一直拴在岸边的小船，这是给过河的人准备的。

布里奇特一言不发，他们划过小河。

然后，她带路来到了河对岸唯一的一块石头那，没用铁锹，她只是把石头挪到一边，一个金属盒子露了出来。

科林大吃一惊：“你怎么知道的？”

布里奇特笑着说：“地图是在冬天画的，爷爷从冰上走过来，到了溪对面。”

“我们还忘了一些东西，”

她继续说道，“当时是1927年，爷爷藏下这个盒子时还是一个小男孩。”

ThesoundoftheadeBridgetjump.Ithadbeehelivingroom.Hereyeswenttothecarvedblathedesk.Ihetiochime.Thenotessoundedsadahiyiagesindpahaddied.He’dlivedherefhty-twoyears，ahadvisitedhimeverysummerofherlife.agewouldbesold.“Youkeepsomethingtrandpaby.”

Momhadsaid.Bridgetlookedawayfromtheclock.Thatwasn’twhatsheoremindherofGrandpa’steasingeyesandhishugs.Wouldabookmakeherthinkofhim？Shewenttotheshelf，butmostofthebooksl.Thenshesaerstigoutofabook.Gentlyshepulleditout.Adatewaswrittenohepaper：February1st，1927.Ohersidewassomethiigaveashoutthatbroughtherbr.“LookwhatIfetsaid.tookthepaperahedate，thengaspedwheheotherside.Abwerethewords“MyTreasureMap”

.“Grandpaalwayssaidhe’dburiedatreasureonhislasaid.“Ithoughthewasteasing.”

“SodidI.”

said.“Thismapprovesthat.”

Itlemap：justabigcirclethatsaidTheGiantandanarrowpointingfromitenty-YardWalk.AttheendofthearrowwasasmallcirclemarkedStone，andaisacalledthatbigbetsaid.“Areasureisburieduoyyardsfromit，”

said，“Let’sgo！”

Theyranoutsideandgrabbedshovelsfromtheshed.TheyracedacrossafieldtoTheGiant.ItwastheonlybigboulderontheIowafarm，anditstoodbesideastream.startedtowalkawayfromTheGiant.

Itwasomeasuretwentyyardswithhisshortstrides，butaglahefieldshowedonlytwostocouldhidethetreasure.“Thiso，”

said，rollihebiggerstetthrusthershoveli.Whatcouldthetreasurebe？“Guessed，“Orjewels—achestfullofsapphiresanddiamonds.”

Didtheoldtreasuremapmakesense？laughed.“Berealistic，Bridget.I’llbetit’smoobuyaerorabike？”

“Maybeenoughtosavethisplasaid.“Ifwefindalotofmoney，Momwoosellthecottage.endoursummershere.”

BridgetkwouldhoutGrandpa，butshelovedtheoldcottage.Thethoughtofsavingitspurredheroenedhergripontheshovelanddugharder.Buthalfanhourlater，allthey’duncoveredwasdirt.“Itmustbeuone.”

said.Theymovedtotheotherspotanddugfet’sarmsbegantoadherfaedi.“Thetreasureisher.”

shesaid.Sheturnedaowardthecottage.grittedhisteethadiggiiageaGrandpa’smap.Wastheresomethingshehadmissed？Someclueshehadn’tsnappedup？Shesearchedthedrawinginturhepaper.Theonlythihedate.“I’vegetcried.Sheracedoutsideandgrabbedhershovelahestream.“Whereareyougoing？”

called.“Waitforme.”

dashedtothestream，tetwasalreadyithatwasalwaystiedhebank，waitingforaedtetdidn’tsayawordastheyrowedacrossthestream.Thehewaytoasiheoppositebaheshovel.Shejustrolledasidethestoneaalbox.gasped.“Howdidyouknetsmiled.“Themapwasmadeinthemiddlerandpacrossedthestream.Hewalkedacrosstheice！”

“There’ssomethi，”

sheued，“Theyearwas1927.Grandpahidthisboxwhenhewasalittleboy！”