our clothes as we ran. Mr. Daddles lingered for a while, but
presently joined us, and we all had a swim.

After we had dressed we walked around the island, keeping near the
water. Everywhere there were signs of digging, but no signs of
treasure. We were in no hurry, so we strolled along, on the watch
for anything we might discover. The shore of the cove where we
landed was covered with flat stones, and we spent some time
skipping them on the water, and a still longer time throwing
stones at an empty bottle which we found and set afloat. After a
while Jimmy Toppan thought we ought to be going.

"There's a fog-bank out there," said he, "and it will be awful
thick if it comes in."

We all looked out to sea, where a gray mass hung over the water.

"Let's have one more look on the hill," said Mr. Daddles,
"remember how sorry we'd be if someone else came here after us,
and found a chest of golden guineas."

So up to the hill we went again, and prowled around, kicking at
loose rocks, and stamping wherever the earth sounded hollow.

"Under the tree is a more likely place," Mr. Daddles reminded us,
"they always bury it under a tree."

"We ought to start," said Jimmy, "the wind has come out east, and
that fog will be here before long."