"As to the extent of the treasure, we'll find that out for ourselves when we get it, if we ever do. And if we don't get it, the amount doesn't matter." "It seems to be a pretty good-sized one, from the way the rascal speaks about it," remarked Tyke. "Plenty big enough to pay for the trouble of getting it," agreed Captain Hamilton. "Well, now that we know what the paper says, let's git right down to brass tacks," suggested Grimshaw. "In the first place, this particular pirate, Alvarez, was evidently a Spaniard. The language the paper is written in proves that." "Not necessarily," objected the captain. "Spanish is the language spoken in Trinidad, and even if the dying man were a Frenchman or an Englishman, the notary would probably translate what he said into Spanish. Still, the first name, and probably the last, indicate Spanish birth. I guess we're pretty safe in considering that point settled." "But I thought most of the pirates, the leaders anyway, were French or English," persisted Tyke. "So they were," answered the captain; "but the Portuguese and Spaniards ran them a close second. As a matter of fact, those fellows acknowledged no nationality and cut the throats of their own countrymen as readily as any others. The only flag they owed any allegiance to was the skull and crossbones." "But how comes it that this confession was made before a notary?" asked Drew. "I should think it would have been made verbally to a priest." "Well," said the captain thoughtfully, "there are various ways of accounting for that. Alvarez may have been taken sick suddenly, and the notary may have been nearest at hand. Even if the priest had been summoned, the sick man might have feared that he would die before the priest got there and wanted to get it off his mind. He didn't seem to have much hope of heaven, from the way the paper reads." "I don't wonder," put in Tyke, dryly. "But whatever chance there was, he wanted to take it," finished the captain. "I wonder how the paper ever got into Manuel's hands," pondered Tyke. "The churches and convents seemed to suffer most in those wild days," said the captain. "They were sacked and plundered again and again. It might very well be that this paper was stolen by ignorant adventurers, and in some way got into the hands of one of Manuel's ancestors and so came down to him. Probably most of them couldn't read and had no idea of what the paper contained. Could Manuel read?" he asked, turning to Grimshaw. "Why, yes; but rather poorly," answered Tyke. "I've seen him sometimes in port looking over a Spanish newspaper, moving his finger slowly along each line." "That explains it then," said the captain. "He was able to make out just enough to guess that the paper and map referred to hidden treasure, but he wasn't able to make good sense of it."