“Ahoy, there!” came a shout and in amazement every one turned to see whence came the hail. Its bow just grating on the beach, was a small boat manned by four sailors; a half-mile off shore a large steamer was riding at anchor. So engrossed had all the boys been in digging the pit that they had not once noticed nor suspected its approach.
“Well,” gasped John, “what do you think of that?”
“It means we get home all right anyway,” exclaimed Fred. “Where do you suppose it came from?”
“I don’t even care,” said George. “How about the treasure, Grant?”
“The chest is empty,” replied Grant gazing ruefully into the barren depths of the stout little iron box.
THE END
The Outdoor Chums
SERIES
By CAPTAIN QUINCY ALLEN