“It depends how long you waste on the way picking up that treasure,” replied Captain Hallard, with a twinkle in his eye. “Don’t you worry, my lad. Hard dollars don’t come like that. You’re just as likely to bump up in Broadway against a solid chunk of gold so big that it holds up the traffic as anybody is to rescue a fortune that’s been lost in the sea for years.” “I know that, Dad,” Dave agreed. “But it does seem an awful shame that the man who spent two years mining the stuff should never have got here with it safely. I asked Billy Tench yesterday to find out from his father what platinum is worth. Billy’s father works in a jewelry store. I wrote down what he said to show you. How much do you guess Mr. Peters would have got for the stuff if he had reached America with it?” Captain Hallard puffed at his pipe and wrinkled his brows in an effort of mental arithmetic. “I suppose somewhere between ten and twenty dollars an ounce,” he guessed. “Wrong,” corrected Dave. “At that time it was worth over thirty dollars an ounce.” “Rough luck on Peters,” commented Captain Hallard. He knew by bitter experience what it felt like to lose a fortune. “But that isn’t all,” Dave went on. “The price of platinum has gone up to three times its old value since then. That means if any one were lucky enough to find the treasure now, it would be worth about a hundred dollars an ounce.” Captain Hallard raised his eyebrows. “I vote we start an expedition to find treasure-ships, Dave,” he said, wincing as his rheumatism gave an extra twinge. “Then we’ll be able to come back and buy Aunt Martha that new coffee-percolator she’s set her heart on. Then we might go over to Europe and hunt up some of those Spanish galleons. There were lots of ’em sunk, half full of gold coins. I’m badly in need of a new pipe.” “Yes, and we’d buy ‘Journey’s End’ back, eh, Dad?” Dave suggested. “Aye, lad,” his father agreed, with a sigh. The loss of his home on the cliff was still a very sore point to Captain Hallard. “But don’t ever get such notions of easy money into your head. You have a lot of hard work to put in at school yet before you earn your first cent.” “How soon can I go to sea?” Dave asked abruptly.