“What Company?”
“The Treasure Hunters’ Company, Limited,” replied Bee. “That’s us. When we get through we will make an even distribution of everything we have found—”
“Gee, we’ll be rich!” Hal jeered. “What are you going to do with your share, Jack?”
“I guess I’ll put an addition on the house,” replied Jack gravely, “or—no, I know what I’ll do; I’ll put a gasoline engine into the Crystal Spring!”
“I shall invest my share in United States bonds,” said Hal importantly. “Nothing like owning a few bonds. Then, when you’re old and decrepit—”
“Shut up,” said Bee good-naturedly, pushing his way between them and seating himself on the rock. “Now look here, fellow members of the Company. I’ve been over the place and [here’s a rough map of it]. Of course I haven’t got distances absolutely correct, but they’re near enough. They are—er—relatively correct.”
“Think of that!” murmured Hal.
“Now,” continued Bee, “it’s evident that when it comes to digging for the treasure we may—er—eliminate practically three-fourths of the island.”
“Why?” asked Jack, studying the rough map that Bee held.