“Uh-huh,” Handy mused. The dog was clearly lying. These things didn’t look valuable at all. Pinkish red, chipped, cracked, dull, useless. He had a fair idea this was why that pit was abandoned if this desperate-looking dog was the only one digging there. They were fairly big. The kid was still yammering away when Handy got an idea. “How much for all of them?” he asked. The dog looked up.