ain now made sail, and pointed his vessel's
bows for home. The voyage lasted just three months, and they met with
no single enemy on the whole way.

The ship sailed into Plymouth Sound one bright summer's morning, and,
after his long absence, Roger looked once more on the country of his
birth. Taking leave of the captain and officers the moment that the
ship was moored and he was at liberty, he made his way up the river, as
once before, to his home.

He found all his people alive and well, and great and long-continued
were the rejoicings at his safe return; but poor Mary Edgwyth remained
for a long time quite inconsolable at the loss of her dearly-loved
brother.

But time heals all wounds, and when at length Roger asked her a certain
question, her sorrow had sufficiently abated to admit of her saying
"Yes" by way of answer.

Prior to this, however, Roger fitted out a small expedition on his own
account, and sailed for Lonely Inlet, in order to secure the treasure of
Jose Leirya.

He found it, strangely enough, in the identical cave where Harry and he
had kept the savages at bay, and its value proved to be vastly greater
than even he had imagined, despite all that he had heard regarding it.

Roger remained in those seas only long enough to secure the treasure,
upon successfully accomplishing which he turned his bows once again for
home, arriving in the summer, even as he had done before. Meanwhile the
lapse of time had so far ameliorated Mary's sorrow for the loss of her
brother that there was nothing now to prevent the marriage taking place,
and on a certain lovely summer's morning Roger and Mary were united in
Plympton Church; and their married life was all that their best friends
could desire for them.

With part of the treasure Roger fitted out a few small ships of his own,
which he sent to the Indies to harry the Dons and avenge the death of
his friend; but he did not himself go with the expeditions, saying that,
unless his country required his services, he would remain at home and
take care of Mary.

In due course a little son came to them, whom they named Harry, in
remembrance of the one who was gone; and with the arrival of the little
new-comer all sorrowful memory of the past was finally wiped out,
leaving only the future to be looked forward to, bright and
rose-coloured.

Thus, after all the deeds of horror and bloodshed by which the treasure
of Jose Leirya had been accumulated, that same treasur