"Let's go over there tonight," urged Tom. "There's going to be a fine moon and we're all interested, so we won't sleep any."
"Sure! That would be fine," scorned Harry. "All of us go across the bay looking for this old treasure and Wyckoff will have a free hand to come in and sink the good ship Fortuna."
"We can draw straws and leave a watch here," suggested Tom.
"And Wyckoff or Lopez throw a stick of dynamite over on deck and up in the air they'd go! Why not take the Fortuna along?"
"I don't think there's water enough over there," Jack objected.
"Well, then, I'll tell you what we'll do," began Harry, "we'll all of us hold an election. Let Doright in on it and Carlos and--"
"Yacht Ahoy!" came a hail from the wharf.
"Answer him, Tom, you're nearest the door," suggested Jack.
"Ahoy there, what do you want?" called Tom.
"Is that the Fortuna?" queried a heavy voice.