"We'm right," he gasped, and I felt he had spoken the truth. After this we took away several stones from the fissure which nature had formed at the Devil's Point. I put my bar into the hole we had made and let it slip through my hands. Its point struck a piece of iron. "Iron box. Jammed tight!" grunted Eli savagely. "We've got um!" We were terribly excited. For my own part, I had forgotten everything, save that a treasure lay at my feet. The treacherous waters in Hell's Mouth troubled me not one whit; all my superstitious fears had fled. As well as I was able I crept into the fissure and felt one foot on a piece of iron. Then I put my hand down and felt carefully. Yes, an iron box had been put there. It lay edgeways, at least I judged so. The part I could feel seemed about a foot wide and three feet long. "Got et?" gasped Eli. "Yes," I cried; "my God, here's a handle!" "Heave um up, then, you who be sa strong." I tried to lift the thing out, but could not. "I can't move it, Eli." "Jammed tight," he grunted. He was right. Many hard stones were driven in at its sides. How long it took me to move these stones I know not, but at length I succeeded in unloosing many until I was able to rock the box from side to side. "It'll come now!" cried Eli. "Heave agin!" Never was my strength put to such a test as at that time. I saw sparks of fire flash before my eyes, while the muscles of my arms seemed as though they would snap. It was all in vain, however. "Let me rest a bit, Eli," I said, "then I'll try again." "No time to rest," snarled Eli. He seized the crowbar, and after much manoeuvring he passed it through the iron handle of the box, and rested the point against the side of the fissure. "Haive now, Jasper," he grunted. I did as he bade me. The box freed itself from the sides of its resting-place. I had nothing but the weight of the casket to lift now, so I caught the handle again. The thing was ponderously heavy, but I drew it to the top of the fissure, and laid it on the rock called the Devil's Point. "Ho! ho! ho!" yelled Eli, like one frenzied. As for me, I was nearly mad with joy. "My beauty," I said, fondling the box, "I see Pennington in you, I see Naomi's joy on you. You make me free, you make me independent. I love you, I do--I love you!" "Laive us drag un away from the Devil's Point," cried Eli; "Hell's Mouth is too close to plaise me." So I placed my arms around it and prepared to carry it from the rock, and away from the inky waters that curled and hissed in the "Devil's Mouth." No sooner had I lifted it from the ground, however, than I let it fall again. "No! no!" screamed a voice near me. It was not Eli's guttural cry, it was a repetition of the words we had heard in the "Devil's Church" at Kynance Cove. On starting up I saw the same ghastly-looking creature, the same long beard, the same wild eyes, the same long, lean hands. "No! no! no! I tell you no!" cried the thing again.