"Right-o! Well, let her flicker and we'll see where we are in four hours from the time we started."
"Ve're oudt oof sighdt oof land," quavered Carl.
"And just that much nearer catching sight of Turtle Key and the iron chest," laughed Dick.
"Sure!" and Carl echoed the laugh. "It's funny how I forged aboudt dot chest. I vonder vas it Captain Kitt vat put der chest in der cafe? Vat you t'ink?"
"I'm not doing any thinking about how the chest got there, mate; just so we find it, that'll be enough for me. What's this?" and Dick stooped suddenly and brought up a small roll closely wrapped in canvas.
"That must belong to Townsend," said Matt. "Perhaps there's something in it that we can use. Open it up, Dick, and see what you find."
Ferral untied the parcel, removed the canvas wrapping and revealed two revolvers and a box of cartridges.
"Well, strike me lucky!" he exclaimed. "We're a nice outfit of treasure hunters, I must say, to start after a pirate's treasure without thinking to bring along a shooting iron! Townsend had a heap more sense than we had, Matt."
"Townsend," replied Matt, "was thinking of Jurgens when he brought those guns along."
"We ought to be thinking of Jurgens, too."