no objections, the three of them started down the beach toward the lighthouse, which was built on a little point of land, jutting out into the Cove.
It was just getting dusk, and the rays of the light shone out brightly. Sammy Brown, who was walking on a little ahead of his chums, suddenly came to a stop, in a lonely place.
"What's the matter—crab get you?" asked Bob, with a chuckle.
"No. Hush!" whispered Sammy.
"What's up now?" asked Frank. "See some of those pirates?"
Sammy turned and came back to his chums.
"Easy!" he cautioned. "Fellows, I think I have a clue! Come over here, but don't make any noise."
He led them to a clump of bushes beside the path. Cautiously parting the leaves, to make an opening, Sammy looked through. Then he drew back his head.
"Yes, he's there yet!" he whispered. "Take a look."
"Who is it?" asked Bob.
"Someone digging for pirate gold!" whispered Sammy, hoarsely.
