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CHAPTER XXIV
THE PRIZE IS WON
"That's queer!" Tempest exclaimed, coming to his side and prodding aimlessly into the bank of sand with his foot. "It must be some poor beggar who died here after the Hatteras came to grief."
"Sure to be," agreed the boy, quietly. "I wonder if he—if it happened when he was alone. Why, here's a piece of timber—a beam!"
He scooped the sand away with his hands, and revealed another beam running parallel with the first one.
"It looks like a hut that has been covered over with sand," said the boy.
"That's it, sure enough," agreed Tempest. "I wonder how long this chap existed after he
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