“What is it?”
“Do you know what the treasure hidden aboard the brig consists of?”
“No,” replied Leroyd shortly, while old Arad gazed from one to the other in bewilderment.
“Well, I do,” declared Weeks.
“Ye do?”
“Sure. I heard that Wetherbee and the boy and old man Pepper talking it over.”
“Who’s Pepper?” growled Leroyd.
“He’s the feller who is going to back ’em in this hunt for the brig. He’s going to furnish the vessel and all.”
“Curses on the luck!” growled the sailor again.
Here old Arad interposed. The old man’s hands were trembling violently, and his face was pale with excitement.