“There she is,” panted George when the tree lay prostrate. “She’s down and now the only thing that stands between us and the treasure is a few feet or yards of sand.”
“Let’s hope it’s feet,” said John.
“And that there are no rocks to go through either,” added Fred.
“You certainly can think of more hard luck than any one I ever saw, Fred,” exclaimed George, pretending to be very much discouraged with his friend. “Why do you always look on the dark side of things?”
“I don’t. I just believe in being sensible about it, that’s all.”
“It seems to me you’re always looking for trouble.”
“By the way,” said John, “you didn’t get those shark teeth, did you, Sam?”
“’Deed Ah didn’t,” exclaimed Sam, resting a moment from his exertions, for he had already commenced to dig. “Ah done clean forgot ’em.”
“Will that bring us hard luck?”
“Not at all,” said George. “Sam said that one would bring you good luck if you had it, but he didn’t say it would be hard luck without it.”