He saw an object wedged in a projecting spur of coral. He extricated and examined it.
It was the rusted hilt of a sword. But little was left of the ivory grip, but the steel and gold frame was intact.
In an instant Barney and Clifford were by his side.
They placed their helmets together and Clifford shouted:
“You have made a discovery of value, Frank.”
“Yes, I think I have,” replied the young inventor.
“Perhaps the ship is right under us at this moment?”
“I think it would be well to dig down a bit and see what is beneath us,” said Frank.
“Whurro! Here goes thin!” cried Barney, thrusting his spade into the sand. He turned up a spadeful.
Then his spade struck something solid. An object was brought to view. It was stationary.