Story 1--Chapter XVIII.
Over the Treasure.
The hawser was secured and, as the jolly-boat lay alongside, a second small anchor was lowered into her, and carried out and dropped on the other side, the rope hauled taut and made fast, and the schooner now moored in a position which the light current could not affect, though a storm would doubtless have made the anchors drag.
“That’s my job ’bout done, capen and Mr Parkley, sire. I said as I’d put the schooner over the spot; and there she is.”
“But do you really think, Oakum—” began Mr Parkley.
“I don’t think nothing, sir. There’s the place and that ’ere’s the rock as ’Pollo dived off into the deep water. Ain’t it, ’Pollo?”
“Dat’s true, sah,” cried the black, laughing boisterously.
“Then its ’bout time I browt up the helmets and things, eh?” said Rasp, who had been looking on with inquiring eye.
“Not yet, Rasp,” exclaimed Dutch, who now hurried to the side, and peered down into the brightly illumined depths, an example followed by the captain and half the crew.
The result was disappointing, and Dutch and Mr Parkley descended into the boat, waiting till it was perfectly motionless, and then making use of a large tube which they thrust some feet down into the water, and gazed intently at the rocks, sands, and wonders of the sea below.