“Depend upon it, Uncle, we should not be allowed to go then. How vexatious!” I ejaculated. “After all this trouble it will be hard if we are stopped now! We will not be,” I cried, with a stamp of the foot. “I have succeeded so far, and if I fail it shall not be for want of foresight.”
“What do you mean, Harry?” said my uncle, who seemed to be pleased with my energy and determination.
“I mean, Uncle, that if the treasure is lost it shall be through storm and shipwreck, not from the scheming of men. If they know of our rich treasure they will plan to get it away from us. Well, we must scheme harder to save it.
“Here, let’s take Tom into consultation,” I said after a pause, and Tom was called in. “Here, Tom,” I said, “we’ve got all the gold packed, how are we to get it away?”
“How are you to get it away, Mas’r Harry?” he said, giving his head a rub, not that it itched, but so as to clear his thoughts, I suppose.
“Yes. How are we to get it away?”
“Stick direction cards on, same as we did with the soap boxes at home, and shove it aboard ship.”
“To be stopped as something contraband. No, Tom, that won’t do. They would want to know what it was.”
“Serve them same as we did the Injins,” said Tom grinning: “pretend as they are all forsles and stigmy tights, as you called ’em, Mas’r Harry.”
“That may do for Indians, but it will never do for people who are civilised. No, Tom, if you cannot give better advice than that, it is of no use.”