|“Yes,” replied her mother.
Then, turning to the elephant trainer, she continued, “Ali, would you and Jumbo help us get there quickly?”
“Of course,” he replied, “but what about the rest of the group?”
Sharon’s mother turned to the other two members of the group. “Would you gentlemen be willing to stay here with Mr. Wilson until we return?” she asked. “He will be fine, but should not regain consciousness until after we return. The electricity he received was less than if he had touched an electric fence.”
“Certainly,” replied one of the men. Sharon thought he was the sheriff.
As they rode back to where Sharon had left the necklace, she watched carefully for the unique-looking hole in the tall tree. After they dismounted from Jumbo, she led her mother into the small clearing where the necklace was buried.
“Mom,” she began, “Can you tell me where I hid the necklace? I’ll even tell you I buried it.”
Her mother gazed around the clearing. Then, walking over to where the rock had originally been placed, she pointed. “I think it must be here,” she said, “this is the only place where the soil looks disturbed. Am I right?”