"What is it?" asked the captain.
"Spirit," said Job, curtly. "Come, Will, no time for talking. Bear a hand here, captain."
The captain arose with alacrity, and, with quiet admiration at their sagacity, watched the two men scrape the sand away from the crevice of a rock, which, from its weed-grown and sand-filled chinks, looked as if it had stood unmoved or shaken since the time of its creation.
But Job and Willie applied their shoulders and rolled it away, discovering the mouth of a small cavern.
Into that, the captain counting, the barrels were rolled.
When they were all concealed the stone was replaced.
Then Job, glancing at the tide, said:
"In half an hour the sea will fill this place. You wouldn't like to wait, captain? Come along, then. Give me that bundle, Will."
And with the precious bundle in his breast Job led the return journey.
The three men, Job, Willie and the captain, traversed the subterranean passage as far as the cave.