"Shure, ye have. It's simmering darkness we're going into."
"This is the famous cave island, is it?" said Dave. "Well, it deserves the name. Why, it's a regular honeycomb."
"No sign of Nesik and the others yet," said Captain Broadbeam. "I wonder what has become of them?"
"That's aisy to surmise, captain," declared Pat Stoodles. "They left the fellows aboard the Swallow to guzzle and get sthupid while they took a yawl and came here to remove the threasure."
"Yes, you must remember," said Dave, "that their whole plan all along has been to delude their crew into the belief that the treasure went down in the Swallow.'"
"Wan, two, three, four, five," spoke Stoodles, patrolling a patch of beach, and looking up and counting along the immense row of fissures and openings in the solid rock. "The lasht one I indicate is the place we must go into."
"You mean to say," observed Dave, "that the treasure is hidden in that cave."
"Thanks to you I mane to say it, and sthick to it, too, my brave lad," cried Pat exuberantly.
"Thanks to me?" repeated Dave blankly.
"Begorra, yes."