Those horrible marks gave me the whole story as fully as though the dead
brute aft had recited it to me at large ere I struck him down. He had
murdered his mates one after the other to be alone with the gold. It had
been murder cold and deliberate, I was sure. There were no signs of a
struggle; there were no hints of any previous conflict in the person of
the yellow Portuguese. It was as though he had crept behind the men one
after another, and struck them down with a chopper. Indeed I was as sure
of this as though I had witnessed the deed; and there was the chest of
gold in the cabin to explain the reason of it. How he hoped to manage if
he fell in with a ship (and I know not what other expectation of coming
off with his life he could have formed) it is useless to conjecture.
Some plausible tale no doubt he would have taken care to prepare,
claiming the gold as his by law of treasure-trove.
I let fall the weapons, and lay over a little strip of bulwark, panting
for breath. My eyes were upon the water over the side, but a minute
after, on directing them at the sea-line, I spied the sails of a ship, a
square of pearl glimmering in the blue distance, and slightly leaning
from the hot and brilliant breeze gushing fair down upon her starboard
beam. Scarce had my mind had time to recognize the object as a ship,
when it vanished; a reddish gloom boiled up mist-like all about me; the
ocean to a mile away from the side of the wreck turned of the deep
crimson of blood, spinning round like a teetotum; then followed
blackness, and I remember no more....
XIV.
When consciousness returned I found myself lying in a bunk in a ship’s
cabin. The place was familiar to me, and I recollect in a weak way
trying to find out why it should be so. “Why, confound it all,” I
muttered, “this is my cabin aboard the _Ruby_. God! what a dream it has
been!”
“Very glad your senses have returned to you, Mr. Catesby. It’s been a
doocid long faint, sir,” exclaimed a familiar voice, and no less a
person than the second mate of the _Ruby_ came to my bedside.
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