“I dunno,” says I.
“We’ll run slam into them,” says I.
“And all our work for nothing.”
“Sure.”
“Wee-wee,” says he kind of solemn, “wouldn’t it be rotten luck if this treasure was hid on Nantucket, and we had sent them to the very place?”
“It would be,” says I.
“It’s up to you and me,” says he, “to get busy and do some figuring.”
So we went forward to do it.
CHAPTER VI
We ran into Vineyard Haven and anchored for the night. It was an interesting old place, but Mr. Browning said it couldn’t touch Edgartown or Nantucket. There was no sign of the black yacht, and I began to feel pretty safe, and so did Mr. Topper—for once. He got quite jolly, and I heard him say to Mr. Browning that maybe he had been mistaken after all. He said he was so nervous that he suspected everybody of following him, and he guessed for once he had been mistaken.