“She had been in tow, sir; but Madam Budd talked so much dictionary to the painter, that it got adrift.” “Yet I found you all in it.” “Very true, sir. Mr. Mulford swam quite a mile to reach the rocks, and found the boat aground on one on ’em. As soon as he got the boat, he made sail, and came and took us off. We had reason to thank God he could do so.” Spike looked dark and thoughtful. He muttered the words “swam,” and “rocks,” but was too cautious to allow any expressions to escape him, that might betray to the Mexican officer that which was uppermost in his mind. He was silent, however, for quite a minute, and Jack saw that he had awakened a dangerous source of distrust in the captain’s breast. “Well, Jack,” resumed Spike, after the pause, “can you tell us any thing of the doubloons. I nat’rally expected to find them in the boat, but there were none to be seen. You scarcely pumped the schooner out, without overhauling her lockers, and falling in with them doubloons?” “We found them, sure enough, and had them ashore with us, in the tent, down to the moment when we sailed.” “When you took them off to the schooner, eh? My life for it, the gold was not forgotten.” “It was not, sure enough, sir; but we took it off with us to the schooner, and it went down in her when she finally sunk.” Another pause, during which Señor Montefalderon and Capt. Spike looked significantly at each other. “Do you think, Jack, you could find the spot where the schooner went down?” “I could come pretty near it, sir, though not on the very spot itself. Water leaves no mark over the grave of a sunken ship.” “If you can take us within a reasonable distance, we might find it by sweeping for it. Them doubloons are worth some trouble; and their recovery would be better than a long v’y’ge to us, any day.” “They would, indeed, Don Esteban,” observed the Mexican; “and my poor country is not in a condition to bear heavy losses. If Señor Jack Tier can find the wreck, and we regain the money, ten of those doubloons shall be his reward, though I take them from my own share, much diminished as it will be.” “You hear, Jack—here is a chance to make your fortune! You say you sailed with me in old times—and old times were good times with this brig, though times has changed; but if you sailed with me, in _old_ times, you must remember that whatever the Swash touched she turned to gold.” “I hope you don’t doubt, Capt. Spike, my having sailed in the brig, not only in old times, but in her best times.” Jack seemed hurt as he put this question, and Spike appeared in doubt. The latter gazed at the little, rotund, queer-looking figure before him, as if endeavoring to recognize him; and when he had done, he passed his hand over his brow, like one who endeavored to recall past objects, by excluding those that are present. “You will then show us the spot where my unfortunate schooner did sink, Señor Jack Tier?” put in the Mexican.