“Well, I say we don’t fool around here any more, but go and get the gold,” said Fred. “All we’ve done so far is to talk about it.”
A moment later they were all splashing around in the water enjoying their early morning swim. Soon afterward they returned to the cave, where they collected everything they had that might aid them in their search for the buried treasure. They spent but little time there, however, and then quickly started on their way towards the big black rock that was so strangely fashioned in the semblance of a shark. Never did a party start out more eagerly or with higher hopes than this little band of castaways on their search for buried wealth.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE SPOT IS MARKED
“You’ve got your compass, haven’t you, Pop?” demanded Grant.
“Right in my hand,” replied George, holding the precious article in question up to view.
“Does it work?” asked Fred, slyly.
“Of course it works,” said George loftily. “Anything that I have is all right. You ought to know that by this time.”
“If we didn’t have so much work ahead of us this morning,” said Fred, “I should suggest that we stop here for a minute and take the conceit out of him.”
“Oh, Pop’s all right,” laughed Grant. “He just feels good to-day.”