“The gold, it’s there as sure as I am here.”
“I am certain of that.”
“Then what are you grumbling about, Mordieu, you look as though you had lost a fortune instead of having found one.”
“Perhaps it would be better to lose a fortune than find one like that. Have it as you will, though, but at least remember my words if anything should happen.”
“And what may they be, those words of yours?” asked Sagesse rising, going to the locker, and pouring himself out a dram.
“Just this, there’s a curse on that place as sure as my name is Gaspard Cadillac, and the man who goes hunting there for treasure will find more than he expects.”
Sagesse drank off his dram.