stationed themselves in various parts of the steam yacht, and Dick and Tom went aloft with a good pair of marine glasses.
"I see an island!" cried Tom, half an hour later.
This announcement thrilled all on board, but an hour later it was discovered that the island was only a small affair and Bahama Bill promptly said it was not that for which they were seeking.
"Come aloft and look through the glass," said Dick to the old tar, and Bahama Bill readily accepted the invitation. Thus two hours more went by, and the course of the steam yacht was changed to a wide circle.
"More land!" cried Dick, presently. "What do you make of that?" he asked and handed the marine glasses to Bahama Bill. The old tar looked through the glasses for a long time and then put them down with much satisfaction.
"That's the place, or I'll forfeit a month's wages," he said.
"Is it Treasure Isle?" burst out Tom.
"Yes."
"Hurrah!" shouted Tom, running down the ratlines to the deck. "We've found the island!" he shouted. "Hurrah!"
"Where?" asked half a dozen at once.
