“Kin yer git de yacht ag’in? Ain’ she dun bin sunk by de voudoos?”
“She is sunk, for a fact, but the fellows on this island didn’t have anything to do with it.”
“Who tole yer so?”
“My own common sense.”
“Den let yer common sense show yer how ter git outer de scrape what you’se hankerin’ fur now,” and Andy stalked solemnly away, not so much as turning his head when the boys begged of him to wait until the hatch should be raised.
At that moment, when they were all so happy at the apparently successful result of their labors, the old darky’s anger seemed very comical, and no one tried to restrain his mirth, until Jenkins said:
“This won’t do if we want to find out how much treasure the pirates have buried here. All hands tail onto the rope, and we’ll soon have gold enough to tassel our handkerchiefs in great shape.”
It required considerable labor to raise the cumbersome mass of wood and iron, but it was finally accomplished, and, as the hatch swung above the surface each member of the party rushed to the edge of the excavation excitedly.
Instead of seeing a vast amount of valuable plunder such as pirates are supposed to hide, nothing more startling than a deep hole or shaft met their gaze.
“The stuff must be at the bottom,” Gil said, after all had looked in silence for several moments.