BARTLETT--[_His voice more and more that of a somnambulist._] It’s time I settled down to home with ye, Sarah, after twenty years o’ whalin’. They’s plenty o’ big trees on my place, bullies, and shade and green grass, and a cool wind off the sea. [_He shakes off the growing drowsiness and glares about him in a rage._] Hell’s fire! What crazy truck be I thinkin’ of? [_But he and the others sink back immediately into stupor. After a pause he begins to relate a tale in a droning voice._] Years ago, when I was whalin’ out o’ New Bedford--just after I got my first ship, it was--a man come to me--Spanish-looking, he was--and wanted to charter my ship and me go shares. He showed me a map o’ some island off the coast of South America somewhere. They was a cross marked on it where treasure had been buried by the old pirates. That was what he said. But I was a fool. I didn’t believe him. I didn’t see’s I could take a chance. He got old Scott’s schooner--finally. She sailed and never was heard o’ since. But I’ve never forgot him and his map. And often I’ve thought if I’d ’a’ went that vige---- [_He straightens up and shouts with aggressive violence._] But here she be! Run right into it--without no map nor nothin’. Gold and diamonds and all--all them things he said was there--there they be in front o’ our eyes! [_To the now alert_ JIMMY.] Open ’er up, Jimmy! JIMMY--[_Getting up--in his soft voice._] Aye, Captain. [_He reaches down to lift the lid._] BARTLETT--[_A sudden change of feeling comes over him, and he knocks_ JIMMY’S _arm aside savagely_.] Hands off, ye dog! I’m takin’ care o’ this chest, and no man’s hand’s goin’ to touch it but mine! JIMMY--[_Stepping back docilely--in the same unmoved, soft tone._] Aye, Captain. [_He squats down to the left of the chest._] BARTLETT--[_Seeming suddenly to notice the cook for the first time._] So there you be, eh? [_His voice growing thick with rage._] I ain’t forgot what ye said down by the shore there! Lucky for ye I didn’t catch ye then! “Brass and copper--junk,” ye said--“not gold! Not worth a damn,” ye said! Ye blasted son o’ a liar! No share for ye! I’ll not forget. And keep your distance o’ me if ye want your hide! [_Looking at_ ABEL.] Ye’ve been tellin’ that boy your lies too, I kin tell by the look o’ him. [_Sternly._] Come here, boy! ABEL--[_Advances with faltering steps._] Y-yes, s-sir? BARTLETT--Open up that chest! Open it up, ye brat! [_With a desperate movement of fear_ ABEL _reaches down and flings open the lid of the chest._ _As he does so_, BARTLETT’S _huge hand fastens on the collar of his coat, and holds him with face bent over the box_. HORNE, CATES, _and_ JIMMY KANAKA _pull themselves close, their necks craning for a look inside_. BUTLER _takes a few steps toward them_.] BUTLER--[_In a low uncertain tone._] Maybe I was wrong, Captain Bartlett, sir. BARTLETT--[_Shaking the terror-stricken boy._] What d’ye see there, ye little swab? What d’ye see there? ABEL--Aw--leggo--I’m chokin’!