"They are mo' of them down there," began Captain Lazaré, whose gray hair was wet and clinging to his hard old head from diving to superintend. "Le's not be a-wastin' time, boys." "I would bring up everything there is in the way of wreckage," added the gentleman; "it may help to identify the guns." But nothing that was ever said or found threw any light. The fragments of worm-eaten timber which they brought up seemed to have been rudely hewn, and riveted with wooden pegs for bolts. It was old, old, old--and there the story ended. On the day that they were raising the sixth gun, the last they ever found, Bascom and Narcisse went down as usual. Bascom had been under longer, and was just about to rise when the hook under the lifted end of the cannon was repelled by something hard. He dug down, and his hand felt what was unmistakably the corner of a chest. Narcisse caught sight of the motion and put his hand in too, then he sprang up, pushing Bascom down with his foot while he rose. "I foun' a chest!" he gasped, coming up. "I foun' the treasure!" "Wheah? How big?" cried Lazaré, and they crowded round the boy. But some one noticed the blank water and raised another cry, "Where's Bascom?" Captain Tony drew one deep breath, thrust his hands above his head, and sprang into the water. Narcisse stood still a moment, big eyes big with horror, then he followed overboard. [Illustration: THE CAPTAIN REAPPEARED AND LIFTED BASCOM'S HEAD ABOVE WATER.] It seemed a breathless age before the Captain reappeared and lifted Bascom's limp head above water. A dozen hands pulled them on deck and fell to work on Bascom. "He'll come out," prayed the Captain through his teeth; "he got to come out. My boy--Bascom--" Narcisse climbed up the schooner's side, but no one noticed him, and he hung in torture outside the group surrounding Bascom. "He'd run his arm under de end of de cannon and de grapplin'-hook," Captain Tony was saying, "an' dey had settle back onto him, an' he had not the strength lef' to pull out. I doan' understan' how it could have settle on him like dat; but he will come out. He got to come out." Narcisse, hearing all this, sneaked away into the cabin. He had had no wish to hurt Bascom even when he pushed him down; it was just the temptation to be ahead for once. At last there was a step down the ladder. Captain Tony came and sank onto the bench opposite. He did not see Narcisse; he was talking to himself, and his voice trembled. "My little pa'dnah," he said; "he was so wil' 'boud dat treasure--an' proud 'boud dem ole cannon. T'ink of dat little chap weatherin' de big sto'm wid me. He was the stuff--" Narcisse reached over and clutched timidly at the Captain's leg. "Ain't dere--no chance--lef'?" he begged. Tony started, and gazed at the boy and tried to speak, but his voice broke into a sob. He reached over and patted Narcisse. "He--he comin' out," he said. "He be all right. I couldn' get long widout him."