“Pshaw!” said Joe, flushing red, “what else was there to do?”

Three weeks after we anchored safely in Boston harbor, and before many days had passed Uncle Naboth’s prediction was amply fulfilled. The proceeds of the treasure made us all, in our humble stations, “rich,” and Joe’s share, being so much the largest, made him very rich indeed.

THE END.

Footnotes

[1]Pronounced “Gay-gay Maw-rock.”

[2]Boys—young men.

[3]Judge of the court.

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