“‘All right, Cap,’ the first mate said, when they had come back to him, ‘you have your way. And we’ll have ours, too. Give us a day, mebby two, and we’ll put this cabin in a safe place.’
“‘Meanin’ what?’ the captain asked.
“‘That we’ll set the cabin ashore, and you in her.’
“I guess the captain saw they were too strong for him, so he let them have their way.
“They took a lot more than two days. You see what a neat job they did. Why, there’s even a hold to the place! They built it of ship’s timbers.”
“A hold!” Florence stared at her.
By way of answer, Tillie began rolling up the canvas that covered the floor. When she had done this, she pried up a plank, then another. Next she sent the gleam of a flashlight into the dark depths below.
“Sure enough, a real hold!” exclaimed Florence.
“And there’s a trunk!” Tillie, too, was surprised. “How long do you suppose it’s been there?”
“Not long. See! The copper is not tarnished. It’s her trunk.” She spoke of the lady cop.