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
Then I noticed a boat put out from shore, and make for that other boat
where the dead men lay. Eagerly I watched it, wondering what it meant.
On the shore a crowd had gathered, and was fast increasing. Some one
had given notice of the killing. Again I looked at the boat as it rowed
out from the land. In it were three men; officers, to judge by their
uniform. They soon reached their destination, and for a long while
seemed to be examining the corpses. But at length they hauled in the
anchor and towed the deadly freight back to the shore, where I soon
lost the party in the crowd.
I was all the more anxious now for Dirk's return. It seemed foolish
delaying here; some incriminating evidence might lead to our being
suspected. It wasn't till this moment that I realized that there was
any danger threatening us from the law.
So with added anxiety to wear down my spirit I waited through that
harrowing day. At length with the evening Dirk returned, and gave
orders for sailing with the dawn.
He called for me before I went below, and closing the door of the cabin
said, "Wull, Tommy, I've paid my debt at last."
I thought for a moment, and answered, "Yes, you said you would save my
life some day."
"An' it seems I've done it, kiddy," he replied, and shook my hand.
I was too full of doubts and questionings to be moved by the
sentimental aspect of the affair. I merely said, "Thank you, Dirk," and
went on, "But why don't you sail quick?"
"Mustn't seem to be running away," he answered, biting at his quid and
commencing to chew. "They might get thinking things."
"What do they think?" I asked.
"Mighty little," he answered. "Don't seem to have no sort of a scent.
At any rate, kiddy, we're free of it. We can clear out all straight and
easy to-morrow. But it's lost me a day again."
"Has he gone?" I asked.
He stopped in his chewing and spat viciously.
"Slipped clean through my fingers, blast him!" he replied.
He clenched his fist in the way I knew, and his face grew dark and
ugly. "But I'll haul him in short," he added. "The v'yage an't over
yet."
After a pause I said, "How was it you found me?"
"Dunno quite," he told me. "Some one pushed up against me an' said
'There's Tommy in that boat there. They'll kill him.' I couldn't see
the cove what said it; he'd slipped clear away. An' for a bit I
thought it were a gag to have me. But I reckons it out that if you were
there I must see you clear again. So I dips in an' swims quietly up,
an' that's all about it."
I knew it must have been Picardino who had sent Dirk to the rescue. I
had told him of Dirk, and doubtless he could have easily identified
him. But that meant he must have been following me after I left him.
Had he any premonition that I might be attacked? Or was it just kindly
shepherding, or even mere luck? I mentioned nothing of this to Dirk,
for I wished first to unravel the mystery for myself.
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