"All by reason of Black Bartlemy's treasure!"
"Treasure!" says she; and back she comes and onto her stool, all in a moment. "Tell me of it, Martin!"
"'Tis a great treasure of gold and jewels in such."
"And who is Black Bartlemy?"
"A foul rogue of a pirate that was killed by a poor Spanish lady, and lieth buried with her under the great pimento tree on the beach yonder."
"O Martin!" says she, getting up that she might behold the tree, "O Martin, I knew, I knew 'twas an evil place! And the poor lady died too?"
"He killed her after she had stabbed him!"
"How do you know of this?"
"Adam Penfeather told me, he saw it done!" Hereupon she sits down and is silent awhile.
"And where is this great treasure?"