Islands of the Pacific -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
“Well, we’re going, anyway, aren’t we, Dave?” replied Tempest. “You
see, Mr. Flagg, there is just this point. The bark isn’t lying in an
exposed place. She is――or was――squatting snugly, weighted down with
sand, in the shelter of a lagoon where the sea practically couldn’t
smash her up. At any rate, she would have a far better chance in there
than she would if she were just lying stranded on the rocks in the
open.”
“That makes a difference,” said Flagg, more encouragingly, “though
you’ll have to go there to find out how much difference. Listen to
me, Tempest. I’m a man of business, as any one in Dogtooth City will
tell you, and all my life I’ve been willing to take a chance when
there was a good thing going. You know well enough that there are big
difficulties ahead of you. Now, why not let me come in on the deal? My
boat is lying here in Shavay Bay doing nothing in particular. I could
provision her for the trip and land you right back here on this beach
with the stuff――if we found it. What do you say? Of course, I wouldn’t
want to do it for nothing. The whole thing is a matter of speculation.
I suppose there’s only you and the boy in on the proposition. Suppose
we say split the proceeds into three?”
Dave looked at his friend inquiringly. He had great respect for
Tempest’s judgment, and would have fallen in with any suggestion
Tempest thought fit to agree to. The idea sounded fair enough. Anyway,
Dave was not actuated by any mercenary motive; so far, the love of
adventure had carried him toward the _Hatteras_ as much as had any
hope of monetary reward. Tempest knew that, and he avoided the boy’s
eyes for the moment. Of course, it would have been by far the easiest
course to do as Flagg said, but from a purely business point of view
the notion struck Tempest as being stupid. If Mr. Flagg had suddenly
descended with his boat on them while they were marooned after the
wreck of the _Manihiki_, it was very possible that Tempest would have
leaped at the chance of making the little fat man a partner in the
matter. But as things were, it was different. Fortune had favored them
greatly by bringing them so close to the spot they were struggling to
reach. Perhaps fortune would do more for them. The weather remained
perfect. It would be so easy to offer a third of a possible fortune in
return for this proffered assistance.
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