“There’d be a one-armed native,” Lester grimly completed the sentence. “But here’s a boat coming up this way, and we’ve been so busy chinning that we hadn’t noticed it. What do you make her out to be, Bill?”
“She hasn’t any sail,” pronounced Bill after a brief scrutiny. “Here, hand me those glasses.”
“It’s a motor boat,” he announced a moment later, “and she’s coming straight for us.”
“A motor boat!” exclaimed Teddy. “Do you think it can be Ross?”
“It’s more than likely,” answered Lester. “But he’ll be near enough in a few minutes for us to make sure.”
The boat drew rapidly nearer.
“That’s who it is,” cried Teddy jubilantly. “It’s Ross and the Sleuth. Now we can compare notes about the chest of gold!”
139CHAPTER XVIII
TOWING THE PRIZE
The boys forgot all about the shark for the time, and their thoughts went with redoubled intensity toward the object of their search, the missing treasure.