“Golly, dat am right!” cried Pomp. “I done fink we bettah get dat gold abo’d de Dolphin an’ start fo’ home.”
“That is just what we will do,” agreed Frank.
So they went to work at once hoisting the chests of gold out of the Donna Veneta’s hold.
In a short while they were all piled up on the sands outside.
Then they were easily transported aboard the Dolphin. The galleon’s hatch was then closed, and it was left with its ghastly occupants to remain forever buried at the bottom of the Honduras Gulf.
There seemed no reason now for lingering in the vicinity.
But Frank had some curiosity to know what was the fate of the Aurelian, so he sent the Dolphin away toward the Miller’s Cay in quest of her.
The hurricane had passed, yet Frank did not deem it advisable to go to the surface. So the Dolphin pursued her way under water.
When at a point which Hartley declared was not two miles from the Cay, it was decided to go to the surface.
Up went the Dolphin; then as she rose above the waves every eye scanned the watery waste for a sail.