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 I wasn't satisfied yet. Again I bent to the withered paper.
However, I learnt little more, for a great deal was illegible, though
I determined when out in the daylight to scan it letter by letter till
all lay clear. But I did learn the personal tragedy of the wretch whose
bones lay before me. When his party had been trapped, and had wasted
their energies making futile efforts to escape, futile appeals to their
enemies, clamouring at the great sealed door as though their voices
could penetrate it, he had set himself to search for some other way of
breaking from his prison. He noticed that in the cave there was a wide
pool of water which rose and sank with the tide, and so he had argued
that it must communicate with the sea. In a desperate resolve he had
written out his story, and corking the paper securely in a bottle he
had tied it round his neck, so that if he perished his body might be
found at sea, and his friends at least be rescued. Then diving into
the pool he had trusted to good fortune to see him out to safety. I
could reconstruct the sequel without much difficulty. He had groped
his way through the water and had found the mouth of a tunnel, where,
risking all, he had entered and swum for dear life. But the fates had
been against him; he had been trapped in this pocket having risen and
plunged again how many times I couldn't say. But I knew he had made his
bid for freedom with the tide well in, for at low water having reached
so far he would have won to safety unless overtaken by sheer physical
exhaustion. I felt the tragedy of the thing; so near and yet so far.
And the old story of the manuscript became vividly real to me with
this witness at my feet of a victim trapped to death. I glanced at the
end of the paper for the fellow's name. Meadows, I made out--Carey
Meadows--and inscribed in thicker letters so that its impression might
never fade was a prayer that if he should die, and his body be found,
justice might be done on his accursed brother who had shut him there to
perish: Commander Evelyn Meadows of the _Tiger_.
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