"Oh, did we keep you waiting?" Roy inquired anxiously, evidently
relieved to see them. "Old Will here disappeared and we had to go on a
still hunt to find him."
"Yes, he still has that confounded cave in his head. I'd given the
thing up. Why worry about a thing you can't find?" Frank demanded.
"But we saw it," Will argued, relieving the girls of the basket. "And as
long as we saw it, it's got to be on this island somewhere--that's a
sure thing--and I'm going to find it."
"Well, I wish you luck," said Allen gloomily. "Blow a horn when you find
it--we all want to be in at the death."
"If you are going to be so lazy I'll keep it all to myself," Will
retorted. "That cave is somewhere on this island, and I intend to find
where if I have to stay for another six months."
"Hear! hear!" cheered Roy. "That's the way I like to hear a fellow
talk."
"Yes, you do," Will was beginning when Betty interrupted him.
"I'm on your side, Will," she said staunchly. "I'm not going to stop
looking for the cave until we have to go home. Why, just think of the
things we might find. There is probably loot in that place that is worth
a great big lot of money, and in some cases they might be things that
money couldn't replace.
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