Jack asked Tom what he was "driving at."
"I think," said he calmly, "that there is buried treasure there."
Jack scoffed.
"Very well," said Tom; "but you must remember that these discoveries come unexpectedly. They're stumbled on. You can't expect to find a sign-post near buried treasure."
That night they lay awake for a long time. Tom and Jack were bed-fellows at Ruddy Cove. Struck by a simple idea, Jack awoke his friend.
"Tom," said he, "I think we'll find something there."
"Spanish gold or English?" Tom asked, sleepily.
"It will be something," Jack replied. "Something we want."