“âThe Record of a Perilouf Voyage in Fearch of the Horfefhoe-Fhaped Inlet, in the Year of Our Lord 1647, by Eliaf Dodd.”'
“We've found it!” Jack exclaimed.
As a streak of lightning creased the black skies, Frank glanced up at the cliffs. Suddenly he cried out, “There's the answer to the clue's last words!”
At the next flash the others looked up at the glistening rock. It had all the appearance of a
vein of gold!
Drenched but happy, everyone walked toward the brothers' car. Each of the four boys bore a corner of the chest. Frank and Joe wondered if any case as exciting as the one just solved would ever come their way. They were soon to find out, when challenged by
The Secret of the Caves.
Frank now smiled at the Dodds. “How about a lift?”
“Only if you'll promise to share Thanksgiving with us this fall,” Jack answered. “We're going to have a feast that would make our ancestors proud! And you're going to join us too, Chet. We'll even have a special seaweed menu for you!”
“No roast turkey and sweet potatoes andâ” Joe asked.
“Or chocolate cake with frosting,” Frank added.
Chet groaned “Stop it! Anything but sea-weedl”