It was two days later when they met again. There had not been an opportunity to exchange the books, but on the first fair morning Sally and Genevieve rowed up in "45," and Doris leaped in exclaiming:
"Let 's go right up to Slipper Point. I believe I 've got on the track of something - at last! What have you discovered, Sally?"
"Nothing at all, - just nothing," declared Sally rather discouragingly. "It was an awfully interesting book, though. I just devoured it. But it did n't tell a thing that would help us out. And I 've made up my mind, since reading it, that we might as well give up any idea of Captain Kidd having buried anything around here. That book said he never buried a thing, except one place on Long Island, and that was all raked up long ago. All the rest about him is just silly nonsense and talk. He never was much of a pirate, anyway!"
"Yes, I discovered the same thing in the book I had about him," agreed Doris. "We 'll have to give up Captain Kidd, but there were some pirates who did bury somewhere, and one I discovered about did a lot of work right around these shores."
"He did?" cried Sally, almost losing her oars in her excitement. "Who was he? Tell me - quick!"
"His name was Richard Worley," answered Doris. "He was a pirate about the year 1718, the same time that Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet were 'pirating' too."
"Yes, I know about them," commented Sally. "I read of them in that book. But it did n't say anything about Worley."
"Well, he was only a pirate for six weeks before he was captured," went on Doris, "but in that time he managed to do a lot, and it was all along the coast of New Jersey here. Now why is n't it quite possible that he sailed in here with his loot and made that nice little cave and buried his treasure, intending to come back some time. He was captured finally down off the coast of the Carolinas, but he might easily have disposed of his booty here before that."
Sally was filled with elated certainty. "It surely must have been he!" she cried. "For there was some one, - that 's certain, or there would n't have been so much talk about buried treasure. And he 's the likeliest person to have made that cave."
"There 's just one drawback that I can see," Doris reminded her. "It was an awfully long time ago, - 1718, nearly two hundred years. Do you think it would all have lasted so long? The wood and all, I mean?"
"That cedar wood lasts forever," declared Sally. "He probably wrecked some vessel and then took the wood and built this cave with it. Probably he built it because he thought it would be a good place to hide in some time, if they got to chasing him. No one in all the world would ever find him there."
"That 's a good idea!" commented Doris. "I 'd been wondering why a pirate should take such trouble to fix up a place like that. They usually just dug a hole and put in the treasure and then killed one of their own number and buried his body on top of it. I hope to goodness that Mr. Richard Worley did n't do that pleasant little trick! When we find the treasure, we don't want any skeletons mixed up with it."
They both laughed heartily over the conceit, and rowed with increased vigor as Slipper Point came in sight.
"You said you had an idea about that queer paper we found, too," Sally reminded her. "What was it?"
"Oh, I don't know whether it amounts to much, and I 'll try to explain it later. The first thing to do is to try to discover, if we can, some idea of a date, or something connected with this cave, so that we can see if we are on the right track. I 've been thinking that if that wood was from an old, wrecked vessel, we might perhaps find something on it somewhere that would give us a clue."
"That 's so," said Sally. "I had n't thought of that before."
With this in mind, they entered the cave, lit the candle, seated Genevieve on the chair with a bag of candy in her lap for solace, and proceeded to their task.
"The only way to find anything is just to scrape off all we can of this mold," announced Sally. "You take one side, and I 'll take the other and we 'll use these sticks. It won't be an easy job."
It was not. For over an hour they both dug away, scraping off what they could of the moss and fungus that covered the cedar planks. Doris made so little progress that she finally procured the ancient knife from the table and worked more easily with that implement. Not a vestige nor a trace of any writing was visible anywhere.
When the arms of both girls had begun to ache cruelly, and Genevieve had grown restless and was demanding to "go out," Sally suggested that they give it up for the day. But just at that moment, working in a far corner, Doris had stumbled upon a clue. The rusty knife had struck a curious knobby break in the wood, which, on further scraping, developed the shape of a raised letter "T." At her exultant cry, Sally rushed over and frantically assisted in the quest. Scraping and digging for another fifteen minutes revealed at last a name, raised on the thick planking, which had evidently been the stern name-plate of the vessel. When it all stood revealed, the writing ran:
The Anne Arundel
England 1843.
The two stood gazing at it a moment in puzzled silence. Then Doris threw down her knife.
"It 's all off with the pirate theory, Sally!" she exclaimed.
"Why so?" demanded her companion, mystified for the moment.
"Just because," answered Doris, "if Richard Worley lived in 1718, he could n't possibly have built a cave with the remains of a vessel dated 1843, and neither could any other pirate, for there were n't any more pirates as late as 1843. Don't you see?"
Sally did see and her countenance fell.
"Then what in the world is the mystery?" she cried.
"That we 've got to find the answer to in some other way," replied Doris, "for we 're as much in the dark as ever!"
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