CHAPTER XIII
AN IRON CHEST
“Say,” exclaimed George, “where do you suppose they came from?”
“Somebody dropped them here, I suppose,” said Grant dryly.
“Of course,” said George, ignoring his friend’s sarcasm, “but who was it? It must have been a long time ago though. See how that pistol is all rusted and eaten away. I don’t believe they’ve used that kind of a pistol in two hundred years, either.”
“Well, John said this island looked like a good one for pirates,” remarked Fred. “Maybe pirates left these things here.”
“Do you suppose so?” exclaimed George eagerly. “If there were pirates here do you think they could have buried any treasure on the island?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure,” laughed Grant. “Even if they did, I don’t see just how it would do us any good.”
“Can’t we look for it?” demanded George.
“Where shall we look?”