"Why not?" asked Bob. "That is unless you're going to have a look for the wreckers, Sammy," and he nudged Frank, to show that he was only joking.
"Humph! Wreckers, yes!" exclaimed Sammy. "If there had happened to be any you fellows would have been glad enough to want part of the credit. But as long as there wasn't, you can only poke fun at me."
"Oh, we didn't mean anything!" said Bob, quickly. "I was only joking, Sammy. Go ahead; tell us what you mean by it not being over yet."
"I mean we haven't found out who that queer old man is with the lantern," said Sammy. "I'm sure there's some mystery about him."
"Pirate gold; do you mean?" asked Frank.
"Well, I'm not going to say that again, and have you fellows laugh at me!" exclaimed the lad who did so much sensational thinking. "But that man is after something around here."
"I agree on that," said Frank.
"But what is it?" asked Bob.
"That's what we've got to find out!" declared Sammy, promptly. "Fellows, what's the matter with us trailing that queer man, until we find out all about him."
"Trail him?" questioned Bob.