"Then we'll have to go there when the tide's out."
"No, I don't think so. I have another idea," Jack put in, "but it's so foolish that we better forget it. Anyhow, I believe the fellow tried to say that the box was buried just at the high water mark."
"All right, let it go at that," returned Harry. "If the box is there and the trees are there, that's all we want. We can get it."
"If Wyckoff and his gang don't get there first."
"What I want to know," Charley spoke up, "is what makes this line and the others, too, so uneven. They are soaked right into the leather and looks as if the ink hadn't run evenly."
"Frank," queried Jack, "what do you make of it?"
"I'd hate to say right out," Frank answered, "but it looks to me like the old Don had run out of ink and used a little red ink from the arm of one of his trusty followers. A little hot water would set it and turn it black so it would never fade."
"That's horrible," shuddered Tom. "I don't like to think of such a thing. It makes me shivery all over just to think of it."
"Well, we'll get over to Biloxi as soon as we can and look over the ground. When we think we've located the treasure, we'll just shove a spade into the sand and up'll come the dollars."
"Sure, Tom, you've got it all doped out to a dot."