So saying, he dropped about sixty or seventy gold pieces into his breeches pocket.
His waistcoat pockets he stuffed full also.
Then he pushed back the box into its place under the bed.
"The old man still sleeps," he said to himself, looking round at the bed.
He was in a rare good humour with himself.
"Ha, ha! I am rich now," said Chivey. "Thank you, old señor, you have done me a good turn. May you sleep long."
He gave a final glance about him and made off.
A distant church clock tolled the hour of midnight as he gained the seashore.
He was in luck.