Cursed be the treasureDrake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
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Cursed be the treasure
Drake, H. B. (Henry Burgess)
Adventure stories; England -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
But with familiarity, though I never lost my enthusiasm, I had leisure
to return upon myself and take measure of the calamity which had
befallen me. The fumes had cleared from my mind by now, and I began
to understand that I should never see my father again. "He is dead,
dead, dead!" was no longer an ominous knocking from without; it was
a sorrow that had come to live with me for ever. My father, who had
been my whole world to me! He had gone. And I had been longing to
see him, counting the days, in an agony when the misadventure of the
officers and the later misadventure at Sunset Towers had threatened to
hold us apart. And yet, so malignant was the fate that had dogged us,
it was at the very moment of reunion that the blow had been struck.
It was an added pain to know that I hadn't even heard the last words
of his love. They had been spoken to another, while I, blind in my
rage, had forgotten him and left him to lie there, not even staying to
staunch his wound. I had leisure to think of all this, and it was agony
unspeakable while the mood lasted; but with the first of the morning,
for it was usually at night-time that the dark humour caught me, I was
out on deck and glorying in the shifting splendours of the dawn; for I
was still a boy, eager, romantic and leaping to the call of beauty with
an ardent and I think a poetic nature.
So the days passed.
I took no heed of where we were steering. At this time Dirk gave
me a free hand, not attempting so soon to break me in to the stern
discipline of the sea, consequently I wasn't called upon to take note
of our course. So I was surprised one day when dropping anchor off
shore Dirk lowered a boat, and getting in said to me, "Wull, you'd
better keep close, kiddy. If they catch you hereabouts they mightn't be
kind to you."
I looked questionably at the land, and asked, "Why, where are we?"
"Ho," he laughed, "you're a fine sailor, Tommy, my lad. I'd a thought
you'd a known the Rancey."
"The Rancey!" I exclaimed.
And sure enough there was the channel running into the land. But I had
never been as far as the mouth before.
A sudden desire set my heart thumping. I had hardly given a thought
to Jenny during the whole of the voyage. But I knew now by the uneasy
catching of my breath that a strange longing for her had suddenly
possessed me.
"Dirk," I cried, "take me with you."
"Orders!" he said sharply. "You stay here."
"Dirk," I cried again coaxingly.
He merely looked at me, and I knew I mustn't argue with him. So I
watched him lower away with a couple of hands and row off to shore.
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