Her rigging and spars were strewn about the deck.
There was every indication that she had gone down in a storm, and by striking on the reef.
Barney put his helmet close to Bell’s and cried:
“Shure phwat do yez think av it now, me frind?”
“I don’t know hardly,” replied Bell. “It looks to me as if she was a trader.”
“Yis, sor.”
“But there may be treasure aboard her, all the same.”
“Yez are roight!”
“We will take a good look.”
“I’m wid yez.”