STORY ONE, CHAPTER THIRTY TWO. OAKUM'S MESSENGER. Sam Oakum followed Dutch as he staggered back, his knife entangled in the loose jacket he wore, and, dragging it furiously out, he was going to strike again, when a couple of the sailors seized his arm, and, frowning and swearing, he allowed himself to be held back, while, panting and white with rage, Dutch exclaimed-- "Coward, as well as traitor, you will get your reward!" "Here, let go, will you?" cried Sam, furiously, making a desperate effort to get free, but the men held on, and Laure interposed-- "Let him go, Oakum, let him go," he said, smiling with satisfaction. "You can serve him out by-and-by, as you call it--some day when he is diving," he added, with a peculiar look. Oakum gave a savage growl like that of a bear, and glared at Dutch, who was now half forced below, hurt in mind, but very slightly in body, for Oakum's clumsy stab had gone between his ribs and arm, merely tearing his jacket. Laure gave his orders, then Oakum took the command, and, the men readily obeying, the anchors were hove up, and, after their long stay, the schooner sails were once more shaken out, and the vessel began to glide gently along through the limpid waters of the beautiful bay. During the next two days the Cuban kept a suspicious watch over Sam, but as he went direct at his work with a good deal of ardour, and knocked 'Pollo down for coming up smiling at him, he rose greatly in Laure's favour; and on the third morning, when the Cuban came on deck and saw Sam busily scanning with his glass the shore along which they had coasted, he came and laid his hand upon his shoulder. "You know the next place, then?" he said. "Well, I dunno whether it's the same as your'n," said Sam, with a grin. "Mine lies just under that bit of an island off yon point." "Where the rocks lie piled up like an old castle, and there's a little cove only about big enough to take this ship?" said the Cuban. "That's him, capen," said Oakum, showing his yellow teeth. "Say, I think it ought to be another hundred bars, capen, for this." "Wait and see, my man. If it turns out as well as the last, I may behave handsomely to you; at any rate, if you serve me well, I shall not be shabby--handsome--shabby, that is what you say, is it not?" "I say handsome," said Oakum quietly, "never mind the shabby." That afternoon the schooner was comfortably moored over where the sunken vessel lay, and this time there was no difficulty in finding the place, for about six fathoms below the surface the black timbers could be seen, and the Cuban rubbed his hands with glee, telling Oakum that this would be the richest find, as it was here he had himself dived and obtained the ingots. "And was the tother one of the places you knowed of?" said Sam. "Yes," replied the Cuban; "and I know of far more yet." "Didn't you dive down at t'other place?"