If our compass hadn't been disarranged by the horseshoe, we'd
have been in the harbor by this time," he added.
"Your compass disarranged by a horseshoe?" queried Frank.
"Yes," was Jack's laughing rejoinder. "Did you ever hear such a tale?
And it was lucky for you it happened. There's a case of a horseshoe
being lucky for you when you've never seen it yet!"
After Jack had related the tale of the horseshoe and its relation to
their present situation, Arnold suggested that they visit Frank's camp
and then go aboard the Fortuna. This met the approval of all the boys. A
trip to the wreckage disclosed the fact that Frank had made his bed on
the hard, smooth sand with a fire in front of him for protection from
the chill winds of the night.
"Here's the fire stick," exultantly cried Arnold. "Gee, won't I have a
great story written about this adventure when I get back to little old
Chi. Sherman Street won't know me when I arrive."
"Hurray," cried Harry who had wandered a short distance from the others.
"Hurray, I've found the horse that belongs to the horseshoe! Here he is
buried upside down in the sand."
Hastening to the spot indicated the boys saw what looked to be a horse's
foot upside down in the sand. So startling was the resemblance that Jack
and Arnold were completely deceived for a moment, but Frank's laugh soon
indicated that they had been mistaken.
"What is it?" asked Arnold eagerly. "Gee, but I see so many new things
here I don't know which to write a story about first.
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