ship.

Martha nodded. "Spaniards after you, poling through the gut against the
wind. Come on, there is no time to lose. Bring your boat round, and we
will tow the _Swallow_ to where she will lie safe to-night."

Five minutes later they were all three of them rowing the oar boat in
which they had escaped from The Hague towards some unknown point in the
darkness, slowly dragging after them the little ship _Swallow_. As they
went, Foy told Martha all the story of their mission and escape.

"I have heard of this treasure before," she said, "all the Netherlands
has heard of Brant's hoard. Also dead Hans there let me know that
perhaps it might come this way, for in such matters he thought that I
could be trusted," and she smiled grimly. "And now what would you do?"

"Fulfil our orders," said Foy. "Hide it if we can; if not, destroy it."

"Better the first than the last," interrupted Martin. "Hide the
treasure, say I, and destroy the Spaniards, if Mother Martha here can
think of a plan."

"We might sink the ship," suggested Foy.

"And leave her mast for a beacon," added Martin sarcastically.

"Or put the stuff into the boat and sink that."

"And never find it again in this great sea," objected Martin.

All this while Martha steered the boat as calmly as though it were
daylight. They had left the open water, and were passing slowly in and
out among islets, yet she never seemed to be doubtful or to hesitate. At
length they felt the _Swallow_ behind them take the mud gently, whereon
Martha led the way aboard of her and threw out the anchor, saying that
here was her berth for the night.

"Now," she said, "bring up this gold and lay it in the boat, for if you
would save it there is much to do before dawn."

So Foy and Martin went down while Martha, hanging over the hatchway,
held the lighted lamp above them, since they dared not take it near the
powder. Moving the bags of salt, soon they came to the five barrels of
treasure marked B, and, strong though they were, it was no easy task for
the pair of them by the help of a pulley to sling them over the ship's
side into the boat. At last it was done, and the place of the barrels
having been filled with salt bags, they took two iron spades which
were provided for such a task as this, and started, Martha steering as
before. For an hour or more they rowed in and out among endless islands,
at the dim shores of which Martha stared as they passed, till at length
she motioned to