The Heart of Denise, and Other TalesLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
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The Heart of Denise, and Other Tales
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Fiction; Short stories
"The sound of Stevens' voice came to me as from a far distance. In the
sunlit haze before me I saw the Don paddling his boat away, his long
black moustaches lifted with the snarling laugh he had laughed, when
he hid his treasure so that no man could tell.
"The boat grounded softly, and Stevens shook me by the shoulder.
"'Wake up, old hoss!--wake up!'
"I pulled myself together and looked at my companion. His face was
full of a strange excitement, and as for myself, I felt as if I could
hardly speak. As a matter of fact, we wasted no time in words; but
took off our coats and set to work. Our small crew lent a willing
hand. It was under the left foot of the biggest Buddha we dug, and in
about half an hour made a hole big enough for a man to stand in over
his waist.
"'Guess he must have burrowed down far,' said Stevens, 'or we've
missed the spot.' Even as he spoke his pick struck with a sharp clang
against something.
"'Iron against iron,' yelled Stevens, as he swung his pick round like
a madman. He worked so furiously that it was impossible to get near
him; but finally he stopped, and said very calmly:
"'Thar's the pile, pard.'
"We shook hands, and then, with the aid of the men, lifted out the
box. It was exceedingly heavy. When we got it out there was some
difficulty in opening it, but a revolver cartridge and the pick solved
the matter. As the lid went up, we saw before our eyes a pile of gold,
jewellery and precious stones. Hake Stevens ran his fingers through
them lovingly, and then lay down on the ground, laughing and crying.
Then he got up again, and plunged his arms up to the elbows into the
winking mass--and his eyes were as the eyes of a madman. I put my hand
into the box and pulled out a fistful of gems. Stevens grasped me by
the wrist, and then loosed his hold at once.
"'Oh God! oh God!'
"'Why, what is the matter, Stevens? Look at these beauties!' and I
held out my hand to him. He looked back at me in a strange sort of
way, and said, in a husky voice:
"'Keep that lot, pard. Don't let them be mixed with the others. See! I
will take what I can hold, too, and we will divide the rest.' He put
his hand amongst the jewels and drew it back with a shudder. 'They're
hot as hell,' he said.
"I thought the best thing to do was not to notice his strange manner.
"'Keep them to cool,' I said, flinging what I had with me into the
box, and shutting the lid, 'and come and have some dinner. I'm
famished.'
"'Do you think these fellows are all right?' Stevens said, apparently
trying to pull himself together, as he indicated the crew with a
glance.
"'We ought to be a match for twice the number; but we'll keep a look
out.'
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