CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
PIRATES OR SMUGGLERS?
HOW TO PROVE IT.
"Pirates, Cinder!" Mike was down at the gate waiting for Vince to come with his roll of exercises, ready for the morning's work; and as soon as Vince came within earshot he fired off the word that he had been dreaming about all night-- "Pirates!" "Where ?" cried Vince, looking sharply round and out to sea.
"Get out! You know what I mean.

It's pirates, not smugglers." Vince stared at him for a few moments, and then burst out laughing.
"Well, you've got it this time," he said, "if you mean the cave." "And I do," said Mike quietly.

"Pirates; and that's some of the plunder and booty they took from a ship over a hundred years ago.

So now whose will it be ?" "Stop a moment," said Vince, looking preternaturally serious; "let's be certain who it was.

Let me see: there was Paul Jones, and Blackbeard, and the Buccaneers.