Well, no need goin' into details, but that's how Vee and me happened to get counted in as reg'lar treasure hunters, to share and share alike. We was elected right on the spot.
"And now," says Old Hickory, grabbin' up a spade from the bottom of the boat, "now we—"
"Now we will go back to the yacht and get some sleep," announces Auntie. "I've had treasure hunting enough for one night. So have you, Matthew Ellins, if you only knew it."
Old Hickory shrugs his shoulders. He drops the spade. Then he lets go of a yawn.
"Oh, well!" says he. "If that's the way you feel about it."
"What!" says Vee. "Go another whole day without knowing whether—"
"Certainly," cuts in Auntie. "I'm so sleepy I couldn't tell a doubloon from a doughnut. Ho-ho-hum! Let's be getting back."
It wasn't much after six when we made the yacht, but the whole crew seems to be up and stirrin' around. As we comes alongside they sort of groups themselves into a gawp committee forward, and I caught them passin' the smile and nudge to each other. The two sailors that mans the landin' stairs are on the broad grin. It's well for them that neither Auntie nor Old Hickory seems to notice. I did, though, and trails behind the others gettin' out.
"What's all the comedy for?" I demands.
"Nothing at all, sir," says one.