“Dey’s done gone runned off fur erwhile,” he said, in a tone of satisfaction, “an’ we’se gwine ter lebe dis yere place erfore dey wants ter cum back.”
“Did you see anything of the yacht?” Jenkins asked.
“Not a hooter; I reckon she’s done gone ’round de udder side ob de islan’, an’ we’se gwine ter see her when she’s lettin’ go de cable.”
“I reckon you’re right, Andy, and since there’s nothing more to fear, we can spend the time as we choose.”
“If that is the case,” Gil said, in a serious tone, “Nelse and I want to make one search for the treasure.”
All Andy’s fears were aroused at this mention of the pirates’ gold, as could be told by his face; but he made no other protest than to say:
“We’se bin in all dis yere trubble jes’ on ’count ob dat, an’ it stands to reason we oughter lebe it go.”
“But what harm will be done, if we spend the time while waiting for the yacht in searching for it? When she arrives we shall go on board, whether anything has been found or not, and there can surely no trouble come of that.”
The old darky made no reply, but he shook his head in an ominous manner while his hand rested on his shirt, under which the boys believed the famous “charm” was hidden.
“Have you got the chart?” Jenkins asked. For reply, Gil took the piece of paper and strip of wood from his jacket, saying, as he handed them to the mate: