When they announced that intention to Hal he declared that it was the first sensible thing he had heard Bee say all the afternoon. After they were back in the launch and were moving slowly down the little river, dodging the sand-bars that infested it, Bee was strangely silent. But as he kept his eyes on Nobody’s Island as long as it was in sight it wasn’t hard to guess the reason. He was still pondering the problem of Old Verny’s treasure. Hal, catching Jack’s eyes, nodded at Bee and tapped his own head significantly. Jack smiled. Once around The Clinker, with Nobody’s Island lost behind Toller’s Rock, Bee came back to earth, however.
“We’ll start Tuesday, fellows,” he announced suddenly.
“Start where?” asked Hal, above the thumping of the engine.
“Start for the island; start our search for the treasure.”
“Tuesday? Why Tuesday?”
“Because it’s the day after tomorrow,” replied Bee. “Can you be ready then, Jack?”
“I guess so. You really mean to do it, then?”
“I surely do. We can get everything we want tomorrow, I think; we’ll get up a list tonight, Hal; and we can load the stuff onto the Crystal Spring Tuesday forenoon and go over to the island right after lunch. Can you have the sloop at the town landing about ten o’clock Tuesday forenoon, Jack?”
“Aye, aye, sir!”