“Don’s been breaking into people’s houses!” chuckled Jim. “This was an expensive morning for Don.”
Don related what had happened, and finding his family deeply interested in the professor’s letter, told them the story of the phantom galleon. Mr. Mercer smiled as he finished.
“I suppose you two wouldn’t mind going along on a trip like that, would you?” he asked.
“I should say not!” exclaimed Jim. “We’d go without mother’s apple pie for a month to go on that trip!”
“Hum!” said Mr. Mercer. “Score one for mother’s pie! I imagine if anything spectacular comes out of the professor’s treasure hunt the newspapers will have it.”
The two boys went for a brief sail in a small catboat during the afternoon and later worked at the bench in their boathouse, turning out the sides for some bunks which they planned to place in their little sleeping cottage at the end of the yard. They already had three beds in the little place, but lately Jim had hit upon the idea of constructing regular ships’ bunks and they were now busy making the pieces. They stuck to this job until the time of the evening meal, and after that they remained at home, listening to the radio entertainment.
Don, who was sitting near the living room window, idly looking out, suddenly uttered an exclamation and straightened up.
“What’s the matter, Don?” asked Jim, quickly.
“Here comes Professor Scott!” Don exclaimed.
“In here?” demanded Jim.