“Not in one load, but we can come back again.”
“I guess we may as well go right at it and finish the matter up.”
There seemed to be no good reason why they should hesitate, for here the gold was, and it seemed scarcely probable that any other than the Red Sea pirates could lay claim to the hoard.
So they pulled off their coats and began to fill them with the coins.
“Here, you do the filling and I’ll do the lugging,” said Jack: “that will make things go faster. Get down into the hole, dear boy, and we’ll work as fast as we can, for I don’t care to remain here a moment longer than necessary.”
“Ah! That whistle on the wrong side worried you, did it?” said Harry. “By Jove, I believe you are right! There’ll surely be trouble if we hang around here too long.”
They went to work with a will then.
Four times Jack lugged his coat down to the boat and emptied it of its golden contents.
He was just coming back for the fifth load, for the hole was not more than half emptied, when the splash of oars reached his ears.
A boat was surely approaching the island on the other side.