“What do you suppose is in it that he’s been looking for?” asked Andy.
“I don’t know,” replied Frank. “Gold perhaps, or jewels.”
“Maybe valuable papers.”
“Perhaps. Well, let’s see what we can find.”
They poked about in the engine cockpit, looked in all the lockers, and took out some of the broken seats to search under them, but came upon nothing of value. There were many splintered and charred boards, and these they removed, but all to no purpose.
“If anything is here it’s well hidden,” remarked Frank at length.
“This is a fine boat, and with a little fixing could be made good again.”
They went on with the search. At times the man laughed at them, and again he harshly urged them to leave the wreck alone. But the boys searched on. The sun rose higher and the day grew hot.
“I wonder if dad will come for us?” ventured Andy.
“Sure,” asserted his brother.