“Well, what do you think of that!” exclaimed Bee.
“Father always said that inlet would come back some day,” said Jack, “and last night’s storm was just the kind to do it, for it was blowing straight across that sand. It’s a good thing it wasn’t there when we came back from Bill Glass’s or we might have turned into it and found ourselves in the surf. Look at the wreckage over there, fellows. There’s wood enough to last us all winter.”
“There’s a whaling big boat down there,” announced Hal. “See it! Lying on its side where all that seaweed is piled up.”
“That’s right. It’s probably one of the Jupiter’s. We’ll have to go down there after breakfast and look at it.”
“Now,” said Bee, as they ate, “we can go ahead. There’s no use trying to find buried treasure on an island that isn’t an island at all. That’s what has been queering us, fellows. Now that it is really an island again, though, we can’t miss it!”
“You don’t mean that you’re going to start that business again?” groaned Hal.
“Right away,” answered Bee cheerfully. “That storm has removed the hoodoo from—from our undertaking, Hal.”
“Well, it certainly removed a lot of other things,” laughed Jack, “and why not a hoodoo?”
“I’m hoping it removed our shovels,” said Hal. “We left them down there where we were digging and I don’t see them now!”
“They’re in the trenches,” answered Bee. “I looked. And the trenches are pretty nearly filled up again.”