CHAPTER XXI
TREASURE, HO!
JOAN and Garth sat on the edge of the rocks, discussing wind and weather, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the advantages of the early days over a modern time.
"Even so," said Joan, flipping a stone into the water, "I don't see why this wouldn't be a good day for treasure-seeking."
Garth acclaimed the idea with joy.
"Let's!" he agreed. "But where shall we begin? We ought to have a map, or something. Let's make one! It would be lots more fun than just starting to dig anywhere."
"Wot," Joan inquired in the gruff tones of Bo'sun Bogstay, "might that be, sir?"
Garth, in his part instantly, shaded his eyes and looked where she pointed.
"A bottle," said he, "if I'm not a deadeye!"
A bottle it was,—a black one,—and it had been bobbing peacefully in a sheltered pool for some time.
"'T is an uncommon bottle, sir," Joan ob-
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