Dutch the Diver; Or, A Man's MistakeFenn, George Manville
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Dutch the Diver; Or, A Man's Mistake
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; Deep diving -- Fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
The only thing that had disturbed the harmony of the past week had been
the bitter opposition of John Studwick to the advances made by the young
doctor. So far from the presence of a medical man on board being of
advantage to the invalid, it had served to irritate and annoy him, and
more than once he had angrily turned his back and drawn his sister away
with the petty jealousy of a child more than a man, all which the doctor
had taken in quite good part, while Bessy had more than one hearty cry
to herself, as she called it.
Hester and she were like sisters now, and in consequence a coolness
existed towards Dutch, who saw nothing, however, but, miser-like,
gloated over the enormous wealth he was helping to pile up for himself
and partner.
It was on the ninth day of the diving that, all elate, and
congratulating themselves on the calm and delightful weather that had
attended their efforts, the task began once more. The sand had been
well mastered, and great half-rotten, water-hardened pieces of timber
had been removed, and the silver was sent up, from the ease with which
it was obtained, at a greater rate than ever.
Dutch had been down five times, and he was now down for the sixth,
having succeeded Mr Parkley, and wading to the hole that had been made,
after filling the bucket with some difficulty, the silver having now
become scarce, he took his bar and tried to remove a piece of blackened
wood that showed plainly in the mid-day sun.
It seemed quite fast, but a good wrench moved it, and, lifting it with
ease, Dutch carried it a few paces and thrust it between two of the ribs
behind him.
A man shut up in a diver's helmet and suit is not in a condition to feel
much elation, but Dutch's heart beat rapidly as he resumed and stooped
to gaze down at what he had found. There was no mistake, though. The
hold of the wreck had been cleared from side to side, and there was
evidently no more silver--in fact, as far as it was concerned, the
treasure was won. He tried the iron probe to find sand or wood--sand or
wood, forward or aft, while, of course, the possibility of anything
being found to right or left was bounded by the old ribs which now stood
out clear to the keel.
But here, aft of the silver treasure, and separated originally, no
doubt, by a strong timber partition, one of the timbers of which Dutch
had wrenched away, dull red and glistening, totally free from shelly
concretion, but in places bound together by a fine sand, lay, as he
cleared away the covering from the surface, and plainly marked out by
the black wood that surrounded it on three sides, forming a great
chest-like place about four feet by six, but whose sides, of black
rotten timber, were ten inches thick, what was evidently of greater
value than the mass of silver they had obtained.
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