“Then what do you mean?” demanded Milly in exasperation.
“What about Leroyd and Weeks?” asked Brandon slowly.
“Well, what about them?”
“Do you suppose they are drowned?”
“They may be.”
“And then again they may not be. If they were picked up by some vessel they might have still continued their search for the derelict; might have found her by accident, in fact.”
“Oh, Don,” cried the girl, “you are supposing altogether too much. Don’t conjure up such disheartening ideas as that. Let us hope that we are the first, who know about the treasure, to find the Silver Swan.”
“Well, it doesn’t seem hardly possible that I should get the diamonds without any more trouble,” Brandon said, with a sigh. “I’m afraid there’s something wrong about it.”
“Don’t talk that way, but be thankful that you haven’t had more trouble—though, I should say you’d had almost enough,” returned Milly, laughing a little.