This sudden explosion was succeeded by a blank silence throughout
the room. Peechy Prauw shrunk within himself, and even the
red-faced officer turned pale. Wolfert, who, from a dark corner
of the room, had listened with intense eagerness to all this talk
about buried treasure, looked with mingled awe and reverence on
this bold buccaneer, for such he really suspected him to be.
There was a chinking of gold and a sparkling of jewels in all his
stories about the Spanish Main that gave a value to every period,
and Wolfert would have given any thing for the rummaging of the
ponderous sea-chest, which his imagination crammed full of golden
chalices and crucifixes and jolly round bags of doubloons.
The dead stillness that had fallen upon the company was at length
interrupted by the stranger, who pulled out a prodigious watch of
curious and ancient workmanship, and which in Wolferts’ eyes had
a decidedly Spanish look. On touching a spring it struck ten
o’clock; upon which the sailor called for his reckoning, and
having paid it out of a handful of outlandish coin, he drank off
the remainder of his beverage, and without taking leave of any
one, rolled out of the room, muttering to himself as he stamped
up-stairs to his chamber.
It was some time before the company could recover from the
silence into which they had been thrown. The very footsteps of
the stranger, which were heard now and then as he traversed his
chamber, inspired awe.
Still the conversation in which they had been engaged was too
interesting not to be resumed. A heavy thunder-gust had gathered
up unnoticed while they were lost in talk, and the torrents of
rain that fell forbade all thoughts of setting off for home until
the storm should subside. They drew nearer together, therefore,
and entreated the worthy Peechy Prauw to continue the tale which
had been so discourteously interrupted. He readily complied,
whispering, however, in a tone scarcely above his breath, and
drowned occasionally by the rolling of the thunder, and he would
pause every now and then, and listen with evident awe, as he
heard the heavy footsteps of the stranger pacing overhead.
The following is the purport of his story.
THE ADVENTURE OF SAM, THE BLACK FISHERMAN
COMMONLY DENOMINATED MUD SAM
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