BLACK BARTLEMY'S TREASURE

BY

JEFFREY FARNOL

TO MY NEPHEWS
JAMES JEFFREY FARNOL
AND
RONALD EWART OAKESHOTT

CONTENTS

[PROLOGUE]
I [OF WHAT BEFELL ON PEMBURY HILL]
II [HOW I HEARD A SONG IN THE WOOD AT MIDNIGHT]
III [TELLS HOW I STOLE MY BREAKFAST]
IV [TELLETH HOW I MET ONE ADAM PENFEATHER]
V [HOW I CAME TO CONISBY SHENE]
VI [OF MY SHAMEFUL SUFFERINGS AND HOW I WAS DELIVERED THEREFROM]
VII [HOW I HEARD TELL OF BLACK BARTLEMY'S TREASURE]
VIII [HOW I FELL IN WITH ONE GOD-BE-HERE, A PEDDLER]
IX [HOW I HAD WORD WITH THE LADY JOAN BRANDON FOR THE THIRD TIME]
X [HOW I SWORE TO THE BLOOD-BROTHERHOOD]
XI [ADAM PENFEATHER, HIS NARRATIVE]
XII [TELLETH OF A FIGHT IN THE DARK]
XIII [WE SET OUT FOR DEPTFORD POOL]
XIV [HOW I CAME ABOARD THE "FAITHFUL FRIEND"]
XV [TELLETH OF A NAMELESS BLACK SHIP]
XVI [TELLS HOW WE WERE DOGGED BY THE BLACK SHIP]
XVII [TELLETH HOW AN EYE WATCHED ME FROM THE DARK]
XVIII [CONCERNING THE MARK OF A BLOODY HAND AND HOW I LAY IN THE BILBOES ON SUSPICION OF MURDER]
XIX [CONCERNING THE PRINCESS DAMARIS]
XX [HOW I CAME OUT OF MY BONDS AND OF THE TERRORS OF A FIRE AT SEA]
XXI [TELLETH HOW THE SAID FIRE CAME ABOUT]
XXII [TELLETH HOW WE WERE CAST ADRIFT]
XXIII [DIVERS PERILS AND DANGERS AT SEA]
XXIV [HOW WE CAME TO BLACK BARTLEMY'S ISLAND]
XXV [HOW I WAS HAUNTED OF BLACK BARTLEMY]
XXVI [WE COME UPON GRIM EVIDENCES OF ADAM PENFEATHER]
XXVII [DIVERS ADVENTURES ON THE ISLAND]
XXVIII [I BECOME A JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES]
XXIX [OF MY ENCOUNTER BENEATH BARTLEMY'S TREE]
XXX [OF MY SICK HUMOURS]
XXXI [I TRY MY HAND AT POTTERY]
XXXII [TELLS HOW I FOUND A SECRET CAVE]
XXXIII [WE EXPLORE THE ISLAND]
XXXIV [HOW I STOOD RESOLUTE IN MY FOLLY]
XXXV [HOW MY DEAR LADY WAS LOST TO ME]
XXXVI [TELLETH SOME PART OF A NIGHT OF AGONY]
XXXVII [HOW I SOUGHT DEATH BUT FOUND IT NOT]
XXXVIII [CONCERNING THE DEAD MAN HUMPHREY AND HOW I SAW A VISION IN THE MOONLIGHT]
XXXIX [HOW MY DEAR LADY CAME BACK TO ME]
XL [OF CLOTHES]
XLI [OF THE VOICE THAT SANG ON DELIVERANCE SANDS]
XLII [CONCERNING THE SONG OF A DEAD MAN]
XLIII [OF THE DEATH-DANCE OF THE SILVER WOMAN]
XLIV [HOW I HAD SPEECH WITH ROGER TRESSADY TO MY UNDOING]
XLV [OF THE COMING OF ADAM PENFEATHER]
XLVI [HOW I DOUBTED MYSELF]
XLVII [HOW MY DOUBTING WAS RESOLVED FOR ME]

BLACK BARTLEMY'S TREASURE

PROLOGUE

The Frenchman beside me had been dead since dawn. His scarred and shackled body swayed limply back and forth with every sweep of the great oar as we, his less fortunate bench-fellows, tugged and strained to keep time to the stroke.