“Yes.”
“Well, there the water runs up till it ends in the Shubenacadie River. It is there that the tide runs highest, and I suppose there is no part of the world where the rise is so great.”
“Do you believe it rises ninety feet?”
“I have heard so,—at spring tides,—but I rather think it is an exaggeration. It is difficult to get a fair and accurate measurement. I do not think that it rises much over seventy feet.”
“That is high enough to surpass all other tides, I should think. But see—hallo! what’s that?”
“And Bart darted to the side of the vessel, attracted by a shout. A large schooner was approaching, on board of which all were staring with grinning faces at the Antelope.
“Is that Captain Kidd’s craft?” shouted one of the sailors.
“Yes,” screamed Bart.
“We’re going to dig up a little buried treasure.”
A yell of derision and laughter was the answer, to which the boys of the Antelope responded by wild, unearthly shouts; and so the vessels passed each other.