"Hello," cried Tom shaking out the line he had brought for a painter, "there are two pieces here. One is short and the other a long one. I may as well use only the short one."
"Better take the other with you," suggested Jack. "Someone may pass while we're away and think they could use it."
"Good idea," assented Tom. "I'll keep it with me."
Not far from where the boys landed they discovered the time-worn earthworks of what had once been the old fort. Trees nearly a foot in diameter were seen growing on the former breastworks. Everywhere one could see that the fort had been long unoccupied.
Harry immediately proceeded to search for the trees that had been used as ranges when the map had been made. He was not long in finding what he sought. His feet were almost in the waters of the rising tide when the spot where the treasure was supposed to be was located. All were visibly excited. The prospect was alluring.
"Shall we start to dig a hole here?" asked Tom, shovel in hand.
"Make a little hole and we'll touch off the dynamite."
A short time sufficed to bury the explosive in a good location.
"Let's all stand back now and see what happens," cried Tom.
"Mr. Harrison, show Harry how to light it," requested Jack.