They took it over to a table and spread it out to have a closer look.

"This looks like a treasure map!", said David. He pointed to the map, running his finger down the length of it. "See there - that's Daly Creek running down to the lake. And that must be old Henry Smith's farm. It's covered with houses now, but it used to be right there. That means that the house drawn on the map must be our house!"

"Come on...!", said John skeptically. That old legend of Graybeard's treasure was only a story told around campfires - it can't be real. What makes you think this is a real treasure map?"

"Well, it has an 'X' marking the spot where the treasure is buried. That's always a dead givaway!", said David. "It also tells you how to get there - that must have been an old walking track which was made into the road out the front of our house. It leads up to the river and then through the old forest to the burial site at the end of an oak log. I bet there's a good chance the treasure is still there. Do you want to ride down to look?"

What have we got to lose?", said John. "I'll go and get the spade from the garden shed. Then let's ride down there and see what we can find."