“No. We were too far away, and climbing over those rough rocks is no easy task.”
“And now we have something of more importance to tell,” said Jack. “That is, we hope it may prove of more importance. Small, I’d like to see those photographs of those thirteen rocks you’ve been talking about.”
“Jumping toadstools, Jack! you don’t mean to say that you’ve spotted those thirteen rocks?” ejaculated Andy, and for a moment he stood straight up, forgetting all about his twisted ankle.
“We certainly did see thirteen rocks; great big ones, too, and all in a circle!” cried Randy, proudly. “Of course; they may not be the thirteen rocks Small has been talking about, but there were thirteen of them, and all in a circle, just as plain as the nose on your face!”
“Hurray! I knowed them rocks was on an island somewhere around here!” burst out the lanky sailor. “I been figgerin’ it out in my mind ever since we come ashore. Wait! Somebody give me a sharp pocketknife an’ I’ll cut them photygraphs loose so you kin see ’em.”
The two photographs were soon brought forth from the shirt pocket into which they had been sewn; and by the aid of the searchlight Jack and Randy examined them carefully.
“The same place!” exclaimed Randy. “Don’t you think so, Jack?”
“I certainly do!” was the ready reply. “Just look at that rock there and the one over here! Don’t you remember how this one had two points and that one had three?”
“Yes, and this one here was just a bit flatter than any of the others. Oh, it’s the same place! I’m sure of it!”
“Well, if it’s the same place, do you suppose the pirates’ gold is there?” questioned Andy, quickly.