BARTLETT--[_With mad satisfaction._] Aye, ye be seein’ the way o’ it, boy. It was just then we sighted the schooner that picked us up after. We made a map and was burryin’ the gold when we noticed them two thieves sneakin’ about to see where we’d hide it. I saw ’em plain, the scum! That thief o’ a cook was thinkin’ he’d tell the folks on the schooner and go shares with them--and leave us on the island to rot; or he was thinkin’ he and the boy’d be able to come back and dig it up afore I could. We had to do somethin’ quick to spile their plan afore the schooner come. [_In a tone of savage satisfaction._] And so--though I spoke no word to him--Jimmy knifed ’em both and covered ’em up with sand. But I spoke no word, d’ye hear? Their deaths be on Jimmy’s head alone. NAT--[_Passionately._] And what if you had? They deserved what they got. BARTLETT--Then ye think I did no wrong? NAT--No! Any man--I’d have done the same myself. BARTLETT--[_Gripping his son’s hand tensely._] Ye be true son o’ mine, Nat. I ought to told ye before. [_Exultantly._] Ye hear, Sarah? Nat says I done no wrong. NAT--The map! Can I see it? BARTLETT--Aye. [_He hands it to_ NAT _who spreads it out on the table and pores over it_.] NAT--[_Excitedly._] Why, with this I--we--can go back--even if the Sarah Allen is lost. BARTLETT--She ain’t lost, boy--not her. Don’t heed them lies ye been hearin’. She’s due now. I’ll go up and look. [_He goes up the companionway stairs._ NAT _does not seem to notice his going, absorbed in the map. Then there is a loud muffled hail in_ BARTLETT’S _voice_.] “Sarah Allen, ahoy!” [NAT _starts, transfixed--then rushes to one of the portholes to look. He turns back, passing his hand over his eyes, frowning bewilderedly. The door above is flung open and slammed shut and_ BARTLETT _stamps down the stairs_.] BARTLETT--[_Fixing_ NAT _hypnotically with his eyes--triumphantly_.] What did I tell ye? D’ye believe now she’ll come back? D’ye credit your own eyes? NAT--[_Vaguely._] Eyes? I looked. I didn’t see---- BARTLETT--Ye lie! The Sarah Allen, ye blind fool, come back from the Southern Seas as I swore she must! Loaded with gold as I swore she would be!--makin’ port!--droppin’ her anchor just when I hailed her. NAT--[_Feebly, his will crumbling._] But--how do you know?--some other schooner---- BARTLETT--Not know my own ship--and the signal I’d ordered Horne to make! NAT--[_Mechanically._] I know--a red and a green at the mainm’sthead. BARTLETT--Then look out if ye dare! [_He goes to a porthole._] Ye kin see it plain from here. [_Commandingly._] Will ye believe your eyes? Look! [NAT _comes to him slowly--looks through the porthole--and starts back, a possessed expression coming over his face_.] NAT--[_Slowly._] A red and a green--clear as day!