“I can just make out something ahead there, boys!” Ballyhoo was calling out.
“Ditto here,” echoed Jack, “and I guess it must be a bank of that coquina rock Oscar was telling us about. Still, there’s something queer about it to me.”
“You bet there is,” snapped Ballyhoo, as quick as a flash. “I can begin to make out a shadowy outline further on. It rises just so high, and that’s all. If that’s a rock all I want to say is—why, boys, it looks to me a whole lot like some sort of vessel lying there partly on its side!”
Oscar laughed aloud.
“This is a big joke!” he exclaimed gleefully.
“In what way?” demanded Ballyhoo, still groping for an answer.
“Why, to think that after we’ve dropped down here with the principal idea of searching the bottom of the sea around Coco Key for a sunken treasure-ship that was said to have foundered here ever so many years ago in one of those hurricanes, we should actually bump the nose of our boat into the same!”
Jack and Ballyhoo uttered exclamations of amazement.
“Talk about luck!” cried Ballyhoo.
“Do you really mean that you think we’ve found that wreck already?” asked Jack.