His confident tones ceased, and changed to an exclamation of doubt, then disgust. The boys had crowded around to see the exhumed treasure, and to catch the secret of Bogud’s luck. As he held it forth and wiped off the last lump of mud that adhered to its edge, it stood revealed to all. “A clam! a clam! a clam!” was the instantaneous shout, followed by a peal of laughter. In fact, so it proved. It was a clam-shell filled with mud which Bogud had drawn forth so triumphantly. After this they sought for some time longer. It was a striking scene. The boys without shoes, with their trousers drawn up above the knee, with their torches flashing through the shades of evening, as they were waved overhead, with the flakes which fell every instant from the torches into the mud, with their laughter, and noise, and jesting,--all formed a scene in the highest degree wild and picturesque. But the search was useless. Perhaps the finding of the clam disheartened them; perhaps it was really not possible to find what they sought. At any rate, after half an hour, even Mr. Long himself despaired, and called off all the boys to return to the house.’ XX. _How to waken a Sleeper.--Off Home.--A weary Way.--Baffled like the Flying Dutchman.--Corbet pines for his Bobby.--“The Wind at last! Hurrah!”_ AT midnight the whole party left Captain Pratt’s, in order to make preparations for embarking in the Antelope, as soon as the tide would serve. Pat had regained very much of his former strength and spirits; the pain had, in a great measure, left him, and the reaction from his misery exhibited itself in occasional peals of wild laughter, which broke very strangely upon the silence of the night. He was quite able to walk down, and joked with the other boys about his mishap. Trouble had been anticipated in getting him down to the vessel; but the anticipations, which had proved baseless in regard to him, were more than realized in the case of the mate. This worthy had spent almost all the time in sleeping on Captain Pratt’s haymow; and now, when the time had come for departure, it was found absolutely impossible to rouse him. At ten o’clock, Captain Corbet had called him, but with no result. Then he had used other modes of rousing him, which had all ended in a failure. Mr. Long had exerted himself, and with a like result. As a last resort, he had commissioned the hoys to do what they could toward rousing the slumberer. They very willingly undertook the commission. Ranging themselves round him, they kept up a prolonged shake at his shoulder, his head, and his feet. By this means they succeeded in rousing him so far that he would utter words in a dreary way in answer to their cries. “Get up! Get up!” “Ye-e-e-e-e-e-s,” was the reply, ending in a long snore. “Get up! Hi, hi, hi!” “In--a--mi--i--i--n’t.” “Hallo! Up! Get up! The schooner’s off!” “Hey?” “The schooner’s off!” “Hm-m-m--”