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Oh, bosh!
A rousing adventure story for boys
by Bret Dawson (Chapter 4)
 Sir Charles Draykelsworth rode briskly through the dusty fields of Weltford Estate. Following closely was his new companion, master stabler Jeremiah Addlesby.
The midday sun was hot, and both men soon tired of the ride. Weltford was an immense estate, however, and Draykelsworth had vowed to discover the hiding place of Povtevkin's treasure by nightfall. If nothing else, Charles Draykelsworth was a man of his word. They rode on.
"I say, Draykelsworth," Addlesby began, "just how did you learn the hiding place of Povtevkin's treasure? By my previous understanding, the chap the fiercest kind of Russian patriot. Whatever was he doing at Weltford?"
"I shall be honest with you, my good man," Draykelsworth replied. "I haven't the foggiest idea how it is that Povtevkin wound up on English soil. But I have it on very reliable sources that he did. The exact words my sources used, I believe, were as follows:
'I never saw anyone so enthusiastic about it in me life. The man would stop at nothing to bury his treasure in Weltford. Over and over and over again, he'd be at it. Always havin' another go.'"
Addlesby's countenance brightened.
"Indeed," he said. "Did your sources ever specify just what sort of treasure this was?"
"Afraid not, old chap. Simply that Povtevkin loved burying it in Weltford. And, come to think of it, that Weltford rather liked it, as well."
"Well," Addlesby smiled, "one could draw all manner of wild and irresponsible conclusions from a description like that, couldn't one?"
"Yes, indeed," said Draykelsworth. "Quite."
He shifted nervously in his saddle. The treasure was close at hand. He could feel it.
Next: Chapter Five.
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