Horne—[Getting to his feet—eagerly.] Where away, Jimmy?
Jimmy—She come, Captain, she come plenty quick.
Horne—[Looking in the direction Jimmy indicates.] I kin see her tops’ls from here, sir. Look!
Bartlett—[Getting to his feet—stares out to sea.] Aye! There she be—and makin’ towards us fast. [In a flash his sombre preoccupation is gone, and he is commander once more. He puts the anklet in his hand into his coat pocket—harshly.] Come down out o’ that? They’s work to do. [Jimmy clambers down.] Did ye leave—them—lyin’ in plain sight on the open sand?
Jimmy—Yes. I no touch um, Captain.
Bartlett—Then ye’ll touch ’em now. Go, bury ’em, cover ’em up with sand. And mind ye make a good job o’ it that none’ll see. Jump now!
Jimmy—[Obediently.] I go, Captain. [He hurries off left.]
Bartlett—Down to the reef with ye, Horne! [Giving the prostrate Cates a kick.] Up out o’ that, Cates! Go with Horne, and when ye see the schooner hull up, wave to ’em, and yell like mad, d’ye hear?
Horne—Aye, aye, sir!
Bartlett—I’ll stay here and bury the gold. It’s best to be quick about it! They may turn a spyglass on us when they raise the island from deck! Off with ye! [He gives Cates another kick.]