He had grasped the situation with such courage that the mutineers hesitated. He saw his advantage and followed it up, asking for three of their number to confer with him as to a bond upon his proposal. After a time the mutineers consented, the bond was agreed to, and the search went on. CHAPTER XVI IN THE TREASURE HOUSE The canoes and tender kept husking up and down among the Shallows, finding nothing. At last one morning they pushed out from the side of the Bridgwater Merchant, more limp than ever. The stroke of the oars was listless, but a Boston sailor of a merry sort came to a cheery song: “I knows a town, an’ it’s a fine town, And many a brig goes sailin’ to its quay; I knows an inn, an’ it’s a fine inn, An’ a lass that’s fair to see. I knows a town, an’ it’s a fine town; I knows an inn, an’ it’s a fine inn But O my lass! an’ O the gay gown, Which I have seen my pretty in! “I knows a port, an’ it’s a good port, An’ many a brig is ridin’ easy there; I knows a home, an’ it’s a good home, An’ a lass that’s sweet an’ fair. I knows a port, an’ it’s a good port, I knows a home, an’ it’s a good home But O the pretty that is my sort, That’s wearyin’ till I come! “I knows a day, an’ it’s a fine day, The day a sailor man comes back to town. I knows a tide, an’ it’s a good tide, The tide that gets you quick to anchors down. I knows a day, an’ it’s a fine day, I knows a tide, an’ its’ a good tide And God help the lubber, I say, That’s stole the sailor man’s bride!” The song had its way with them and they joined in and lay to their oars with almost too much goodwill. Gering, his arms upon the side of the canoe, was looking into the water idly. It was clear far down, and presently he saw what seemed a feather growing out of the side of a rock. It struck him as strange, and he gave word to back water. They were just outside the Boilers in deep water. Drawing back carefully, he saw the feather again, and ordered one of the divers to go down. They could see the man descend and gather the feather, then he plunged deeper still and they lost sight of him. But soon he came up rapidly, and was quickly inside the boat, to tell Gering that he had seen several great guns. At this the crew peered over the boat-side eagerly. Gering’s heart beat hard. He knew what it was to rouse wild hope and then to see despair follow, but he kept an outward calm and told the diver to go down again. Time seemed to stretch to hours before they saw the man returning with something in his arm. He handed up his prize, and behold it was a pig of silver!