“Yes, sir, but by that time it was too stormy to get back,” replied Jack. “Hal wanted to go but I was afraid to risk it.”
“I see. Well, you might have reached the railroad and picked up a train. Don’t try it again. Found that treasure yet, Bee?”
“No, sir, not yet. We’re still hunting. We found Verny’s wharf this morning, though.”
Mr. Folsom had to hear about that and Bill Glass asked no end of questions and presently they all trooped down to see it.
“You remember this, Bill?” asked Mr. Folsom when they had looked it over.
“Seems like I do, sort of,” responded Bill, scratching his head to aid memory. “Seems, too, like there was a way alongside where the old man used to pull his boat up. That would be gone now, though, I cal’ate.”
“Yes, there’s been many a sea through here since Old Verny left,” agreed Mr. Folsom. “Well, that’s interesting, but not vastly important, boys.”
Hal pointed out the dory to him and he said he would send someone for it. Then they retraced their steps to the tent. Bill Glass, disclaiming any desire for food, nevertheless accepted an invitation to dinner and Jack set about opening the choicest of their canned delicacies.
“I suppose you boys slept right through the trouble last night,” observed Mr. Folsom presently. “Or did you know about the Jupiter?”
The boys looked at each other and Hal began to laugh. Mr. Folsom frowned. “Well, what’s the joke, Harry?” he asked.