"I am pretty sure the others have theirs,
too," he added. A vote of the crowd showed he was right. Every member of
the Fortuna's regular crew had an automatic.
A short time only was required for the passage across the bay, between
the supports of the railroad bridge and around the point to a spot as
near the fort as Harrison deemed best to approach.
"Hello," cried Tom shaking out the line he had brought for a painter,
"there are two pieces here. One is short and the other a long one. I may
as well use only the short one."
"Better take the other with you," suggested Jack. "Someone may pass
while we're away and think they could use it."
"Good idea," assented Tom. "I'll keep it with me."
Not far from where the boys landed they discovered the time-worn
earthworks of what had once been the old fort. Trees nearly a foot in
diameter were seen growing on the former breastworks. Everywhere one
could see that the fort had been long unoccupied.
Harry immediately proceeded to search for the trees that had been used
as ranges when the map had been made. He was not long in finding what he
sought. His feet were almost in the waters of the rising tide when the
spot where the treasure was supposed to be was located. All were visibly
excited. The prospect was alluring.
"Shall we start to dig a hole here?" asked Tom, shovel in hand.
"Make a little hole and we'll touch off the dynamite."
A short time sufficed to bury the explosive in a good location.
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