The sight of the gold had filled me with expectations of beholding some
amazing treasure under the tray. What I there saw was a heap of rough,
brick-shaped stuff of a dull, rusty, reddish tint. I grasped a lump, and
though I had never seen gold in that form before, I was satisfied by the
extraordinary weight of the piece I held that all those coarse, rough,
dull-colored bricks were of the most precious of metals. I slided the
tray back to its place and let fall the two halves of the lid with
another look around me for any article that might be useful to me on
deck. The excitement kindled by the spectacle of the gold rapidly died
away. I dully mused on it, so to speak, whilst my eye roamed, languidly
speculating about it, with a strange indifference in my thoughts,
concluding that it represented the privateersman’s sorted plunder; that
in all likelihood when the rush had been made to the boats one or more
had split open this chest to fill their pockets, but had been obliged to
fly for their lives ere they could find time for more than a scrambling
clutch at the tray. But it was the contents no doubt of this chest--if
indeed this chest held all the treasure of the buccaneer--that was
indicated by the writer of the letter in the concluding line of it, the
closing words of which had been found illegible by the young fellow who
translated the missive.
I put the telescope under my arm and passed into the cabin, and found a
small chair near the arms rack, and near it upon the deck lay a great
cotton umbrella, grimy and wet with the saturation of the cabin. I took
it up thankfully and carried it with the chair up the steps. There was a
great plenty of ropes’ ends knocking about. I cut a piece and unlaid the
strands, and securing the umbrella to a stanchion, sat down on the chair
under it; and indeed without some such shelter the deck would have been
insupportable, for low as the sun still was in the east, his fires were
already roasting, and I well knew what sort of temperature was to be
expected as he floated higher, leaving my form with a small blotch of
southern shadow only attached to it.
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