“We don’t want another tumble,” remarked Roger to Dave.
“Hardly, Roger; once was enough.”
The sun had come out strongly, consequently the water was drying away rapidly. It was very warm, and the boys were glad that they had donned thin clothing on leaving the ship.
At last they reached the top of the rise and from that elevation were able to see all but the southern end of Cave Island, which was hidden by a growth of palms.
Not a ship of any kind was in sight, much to the captain’s disappointment.
“Must have had to sail away a good many miles,” said Dave.
“Either that, lad, or else the storm caused more or less trouble.”
From the elevation, all took a good look at every part of the island that could be seen. They saw several other rocky elevations and the entrances to caves innumerable.
“Tell you one thing,” remarked Phil. “If there was any truth in that story of a pirates’ treasure, the pirates would have plenty of places where to hide the hoard.”
“Humph! I don’t believe in the treasure and never will,” returned Roger. “If the treasure was ever here, you can make up your mind that somebody got hold of it long before this.”