We were now at the margin of the thicket. "Huzza, mates, all together!" shouted Merry; and the foremost broke into a run. And suddenly, not ten yards further, we beheld them stop. A low cry arose. Silver doubled his pace, digging away with the foot of his crutch like one possessed; and next moment he and I had come also to a dead halt. Before us was a great excavation, not very recent, for the sides had fallen in and grass had sprouted on the bottom. In this were the shaft of a pick broken in two and the boards of several packing-cases strewn around. On one of these boards I saw, branded with a hot iron, the name WALRUS--the name of Flint's ship. All was clear to probation. The CACHE had been found and rifled; the seven hundred thousand pounds were gone! Treasure Island Chapter 32 Robert Lewis Stevenson