CATES--[_Blubbering._] If we don’t find water--he’ll watch us die. JIMMY--[_Insinuatingly._] Better me knife cook fella--kill boy, too! BARTLETT--Will killin’ ’em give us drink, ye fools? [_After a pause, he shakes his head as if to drive off some thought, and mutters._] No more o’ that! [_Suddenly, in a tone of sharp command._] No more o’ that, I say! We’re keepin’ no right watch for ships. Go aloft on that tree, Jimmy--and damn quick! Take a look and see if ye can sight a sail. [KANAKA _shins quickly up the bole of the coco palm to the top and looks out on all sides of him. The others rise painfully to their feet and gaze up at him with awakened hope._] JIMMY--[_Suddenly, in a glad voice._] I see um--see sail, Captain. CATES--[_Waving his arms frenziedly._] Sail--ho! JIMMY--Look plenty like trade schooner, Captain. She no change course she fetch plenty close by here. She make full sail, she got plenty fella wind out there, she come quick. HORNE--[_Clapping_ CATES _on the back_.] Headin’ straight for us, Cates, d’you hear? BARTLETT--How far d’ye reckon she be? JIMMY--She’s five, six fella mile, Captain. BARTLETT--Come down. [_The Islander slides down._ BARTLETT _exclaims exultantly_.] Didn’t I tell ye? In the nick o’ time. When she makes in close we’ll go down to the reef and yell and wave at her. They’ll see! The luck’s with us today! [_His eyes fall on the treasure and he starts._] But now--what’s to do with this chest--the gold? HORNE--[_Quickly._] You ain’t going to tell them on the schooner about it? CATES--They’d claim to share with us. HORNE--More like they’d steal it and knife us in the bargain. I know the kind on them schooners. BARTLETT--[_Scornfully._] D’ye think I’m cracked? No, we’ll bury it here. CATES--[_Regretfully._] Leave it behind for anyone to find? BARTLETT--We’ll bury it deep, where hell itself won’t find it--and we’ll make a map o’ this island. [_He takes a sheet of paper and a stub of pencil from his pocket--pointing to the foot of the tree._] Dig a hole here--you, Horne and Jimmy--and dig it deep. [_The two head down and commence to hollow out the sand with their hands._ BARTLETT _draws on the paper_.] There’s the lagoon--and the reef--and here’s this tree--the only one on the island--’twould be hard to miss. [_To_ CATES, _who is peering over his shoulder_.] And here where the tree is, d’ye see, Cates, I’ll make a cross where the gold is hid. HORNE--[_Over his shoulder, without ceasing his work._] How d’ye know the lay o’ this island--to find it again?