“It is,” declared his chum, as he hurried to Tom’s side.
There, in the debris that had settled around the roots of the bush when the waters had subsided, was part of a boat locker. It was split and broken, but the cover was still on it. Eagerly Tom lifted it and, as he did so he uttered a cry of delight.
“Here it is!” he shouted. “The jeweler’s box! It has his name on it!”
“Open it!” exclaimed Frank, as Sid and Phil came hurrying to join their two chums.
Tom lifted the cover.
“Empty!” he cried, blankly.
[CHAPTER VI]
THE PRACTICE SHELL
The four chums stared, almost uncomprehendingly, into the open box. It was of good size, capable of holding several trophy cups, with compartments, velvet lined, for smaller pieces of jewelry.