So saying, Mr. Murphy procured the paper and pencil and retraced his steps to the shore where he labored long and arduously, for he was neither an artist nor a cartographer.
In a couple of days Mr. Murphy informed Miss Katherine that he thought he had located the right spot and that afternoon, they would begin their search. Miss Katherine was to join him at the spot where she had found him the day they became partners in this affair. He would be laden with the necessary tools. Miss Katherine asked if she should bring a bag in case of success, but Mr. Murphy said no, they were more apt to find it if they acted as if they thought they wouldn’t.
At the appointed time and place the junction of the forces was successfully accomplished.
Miss Katherine and Mr. Murphy sat down side by side to study the chart. The latter explained that he had worn out the original and this was a copy he had made. The chart fully came up to Miss Katherine’s idea of a chart.
“Now you can see if you study it,” exclaimed Mr. Murphy, “that it’s this bit of shore that’s meant. See where it juts out here by the pine tree! Well, just look down the shore there and you’ll see the very spot. From there just follow along and compare the chart with the shore. Line for line, ain’t they?”
“Isn’t that remarkable!” exclaimed Miss Katherine. “What a wonderful observer you must be to have noticed the similarity! But wouldn’t you think there would be changes in the shore line since the time this chart was made?”
“Well, you see it’s sheltered here,” returned Mr. Murphy. “That makes a big difference.”
“Oh does it?” cried Miss Katherine.
“Oh, yes!” replied Mr. Murphy.
“And now where is the treasure?” asked Miss Katherine.