“Yes; but I don’t believe he put any faith in my words.”
“He will have to believe it when we carry the treasure on board.”
At length, following the directions of Wolf, the unfortunate sailor, they reached the locality specified.
There stood the six trees, arranged in the shape of a cross. There were no other trees within two hundred feet, and this made them conspicuous.
“If we had ever come this way we could not have failed to discover them,” said Titcomb; “and after all, the pirates were wise to select this place, rather than one in the heart of the woods.”
They lost no time in digging between the second and third trees, according to directions.
“I hope no one has been here before,” said Luke Clark, between the strokes of his pickaxe.
“There was no one to come here except John Wolf, and he would have had no object in it.”
In a very short time Abner Titcomb’s pickaxe struck something hard.
“That’s the chest, I surmise,” he said.