HORNE--[_With a greedy grin._] Aye. That’s the one thing I see in my sleep. [_Gloatingly._] We’ll dig it up soon now. In three months we’d ought to be there--an’ then we’ll be rich, by Christ! [_There is the faint sound of cries from the beach below._ HORNE _starts and turns to look down again_.] They must ’a’ finished it. [CATES _and_ JIMMY _come to the edge to look down_.] JIMMY--[_Suddenly--with an eager childish curiosity._] That falla wife Captain she make strong falla spell on ship, we sail fast, plenty good wind? HORNE--[_Contemptuously._] Aye, that’s as near as ye’ll come to it. She’s makin’ a spell. Ye stay here, Jimmy, and tell us when the Old Man is comin’. [JIMMY _remains looking down_. HORNE _motions_ CATES _to follow him, front--then in a low voice, disgustedly_.] Did ye hear that damn fool nigger? CATES--[_Grumblingly._] Why the hell is the Old Man givin’ him a full share? One piece o’ it’d be enough for a nigger like him. HORNE--[_Craftily._] There’s a way to get rid o’ him--if it comes to that. He knifed them two, ye remember. CATES--Aye. HORNE--The two o’ us can take oath to that in any court. CATES--Aye. HORNE--[_After a calculating look into his companion’s greedy eyes--meaningly._] We’re two sane men, Cates--and the other two to share is a lunatic and a nigger. The skipper’s showed me where there’s a copy o’ his map o’ the island locked up in the cabin--in case anything happens to him I’m to bring back the gold to his woman, he says. [_He laughs harshly._] Bring it back! Catch me! The fool! I’ll be open with ye, Cates. If I could navigate and find the island myself I wouldn’t wait for a cracked man to take me there. No, be damned if I would! Me and you’d chance it alone someway or other. CATES--[_Greedily._] The two o’ us--share and share alike! [_Then shaking his head warningly._] But he’s a hard man to git the best on. HORNE--[_Grimly._] And I be a hard man, too. And he’s not right in his head. We’ll keep our eyes peeled for a chance. Something may turn up--and maybe-- JIMMY--[_Turning to them._] Captain, he come. [CATES _and_ HORNE _separate hastily_. BARTLETT _climbs into sight up the ladder to the platform. He is breathing heavily but his expression is one of triumphant exultation._] BARTLETT--[_Motions with his arms._] Down with ye and git aboard. The schooner’s got a name now--a name that’ll bring us luck. We’ll sail on this tide. HORNE--Aye--aye, sir. BARTLETT--I got to wait here till they climb up the path. I’ll be aboard afore long. See that ye have her ready to cast off by then. HORNE--Aye--aye, sir. [_He and_ CATES _disappear down the ladder_. JIMMY _lingers, looking sidewise at his Captain_.] BARTLETT--[_Noticing him--gruffly but almost kindly._] What are ye waitin’ for? JIMMY--[_Volubly._] That old falla wife belong you, Captain, she make strong falla spell for wind blow plenty? She catch strong devil charm for schooner, Captain?