They nudged each other every moment--eloquent nudges and easily understood, for they simply meant--"Oh, but ain't you glad NOW we're here!" Joe's knife struck upon something.
"Hello!" said he.
"What is it ?" said his comrade.
"Half-rotten plank--no, it's a box, I believe.

Here--bear a hand and we'll see what it's here for.

Never mind, I've broke a hole." He reached his hand in and drew it out-- "Man, it's money!" The two men examined the handful of coins.

They were gold.

The boys above were as excited as themselves, and as delighted.
Joe's comrade said: "We'll make quick work of this.