and death, every good and all the
sins--look at 'em!" And catching up a handful he let them fall,
glittering, through his fingers. "Lord love me, Martin," he whispered,
"'tis enough to turn a man's brain! Have ye counted 'em over, comrade?"
"I never saw them until this moment, Adam." And I confessed how in my
folly I had cast his letter of instruction into the sea, and of how my
lady had found the secret at her dire peril.
"And she never showed you, Martin?"
"I was always too busy!"
"Busy!" says he, sitting back on his heels to stare up at me. "Busy? O
Lord love me! Sure there's not your like i' the whole world, Martin!"
"Which is mighty well for the world!" says I bitterly.
"'Tis vasty treasure, Martin and worth some little risk. And in the
cave lie yet fifty and four bars of gold and others of silver, with
store of rix-dollars, doubloons, moidores and pieces of eight--gold
coins of all countries. There let 'em rot--here's more wealth than we
shall ever spend. Shall we divide it here or aboard ship?"
"Wait rather until we reach England."
"So be it, comrade. Then I'm minded to apportion a share to Godby
here--what d'ye say?"
"With all my heart!"
"Why then 'tis time we got it safe on board."
"But how to do it--what of Tressady's rogues, Adam?"
"Having buried such of themselves as needed it, Martin, you shall see
'em playing leap-frog on the sands down yonder happy as any innocent
school-lads, and never a firearm amongst 'em."
"Hist, Cap'n!" says Godby, suddenly alert, "The man Abner and his two
mates a-peeping and a-prying!"
"Where away, Godby man?"
"Hove to in the lee o' them bushes yonder."
"'Tis sly, skulking rogue Abner!" says Adam, closing and strapping the
valise, "'Tis in my mind, Godby, this Abner will never live to see
England. Summon 'em hither, all three."
This Godby did forthwith, and presently the three fellows appeared who,
knuckling their foreheads, made us their several reverences.
"What now, lads?" says Adam, viewing them with his keen eyes, "I seem
to mind your looks, you sailed with Black Bartlemy aboard the 'Delight'
I think? Nay, 'tis no matter, we'll let bygones be bygones, and we be
all marvellous honest these days, the which is well. Meantime take
this dunnage down to the boat," and he pointed to the valise. Hereupon
one of the fellows took it up, and knuckled an eyebrow to us in turn.
"We sail at sundown," says Adam, "so, Godby, you may as wel
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