I don't know what to do."
"Let's get a fuse and cap somewhere and take the stuff over to the
fort," suggested Harry. "We can find this place shown on the map where
the treasure lies and dig a ways into the sand, plant the 'soup' and
blow a hole big enough to take out a wagon load of treasure. That's the
best way to get rid of it."
"Let's put it to a vote," suggested Jack. "All in favor say--"
A chorus of "ayes" carried the point. The boys were in favor of anything
that savored of excitement. Their experience with the outlaws for the
past few days had so nerved them up that any adventure would have been
welcomed. The prospect of finding the treasure lent added zeal to the
proposed journey across the bay.
"We'll need a shovel or two anyway," said Frank as the boys hastened to
make ready for the trip. "Where can we get the tools?"
"Sure enough," cried Tom. "I hadn't thought of that before. I would have
been just foolish enough to go on over there and not take a shovel with
me at all. There's an exhibition of brains for you."
"I guess you were no worse off than any of the others," Harry declared.
"We were all in a hurry to get started."
"Will Doright and Carlos go with us?" inquired Tom.
"We may need them," Jack replied. "Do you want to go, Carlos?"
"Maybe I wouldn't be of any help," Carlos ventured hesitatingly. It was
evident that he felt timid about joining with the others.
"You'd be the best kind of help," stoutly asserted Arnold, pushing Rowdy
towards the negro.
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