So there was an end of the whole matter. Dr. McTavish was a bold young fellow, and you know
He either fears his fate too much
Or his deserts are small
Who dares not put it to the test,
To win or lose it all.
But I say you know, according to Mac, there never was a moon so bright as that under which our heroes returned to the Breezy, nor a perfume half so sweet as that which arose from the cliffs clad with yellow gorse.
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Now time is up, and reader and author have to part till another Christmas, if God in His goodness should see fit to spare us.
The Breezy arrived safely at Plymouth and had a very happy home coming. Captain Breezy was made Rear Admiral almost at once, and the King gave him a C.B.
Each officer and man was paid his share of the treasure as soon as its value was ascertained in the Bank of England. And here it was stored for a time.
But before I drop the curtain for the last time, I may tell you that every one of the Breezy's crew attended the marriage of McTavish and his bonnie bride, and they departed on their honeymoon in a special train for London.
It was not until Kep's return from town that he told his father about the treasure.
Three months after that, Drummond was back home and his daughter with Mac had come to live with father and comfort him.