“Maybe we’ll find some earrings,” suggested Fred. “We can wear those, and if we find bracelets and gold arm-bands and anklets and things like that we can put them all on and look like a bunch of cannibals.”
“You’ve certainly got a great,–” George began sarcastically, when a cry from Grant suddenly interrupted him. Grant had gained somewhat on the remainder of the band and was down near the shore when he called.
“What’s the matter with him?” exclaimed John in a puzzled manner. “What does he see and what’s he running after?”
“Let’s go find out,” cried Fred eagerly.
“Come on everybody! Hurry up!” called Grant, stopping for a moment and turning around. Down along the coast he ran, passing the ledge where they usually went swimming and continuing his course towards a small crescent-shaped beach only a short distance away.
“I’m not going to miss anything,” exclaimed George, and he also commenced to run, followed closely by his three companions.
In a few moments they saw the cause of Grant’s excitement. When they reached the spot where they usually bathed they spied him standing on the shore gazing at an object which lay at his feet.
“Look at that,” exclaimed George, increasing his speed.
“What a monster,” echoed Fred.
The remaining distance between them and the object of their attention was covered in a remarkably short time by the three boys and their negro companion. Every one was eager to be the first on the spot.