"'Stay, Roger, I've but just picked it up—'
"'And was coming to your comrade with it, eh, Ben—share and share—eh, Benno—Bennie?'
"'Aye,' says Ben, staring down at the thing, 'but 'twas me as found it, Roger!'
"'And what then, lad, what then?'
"'Why then, Roger, since I found it, 'tis mine,' says he gripping the dagger in quivering fist and glancing up sideways.
"'Hilt and blade, Ben!'
"'And the chart, Roger?'
"'Aye, and the chart, Ben!' says Tressady, coming a pace nearer, and I saw his hook glitter.
"'And the treasure, Roger!' says Ben, making little passes in the air to see the blue gleam of the steel.
"'All yours, Ben all yours, and what's yours is mine, according to oath, Ben, to oath! But come, Ben, you hold the secret o' the treasure in your fist—the silver goddess. Come, the chart, lad, out wi' the chart and Bartlemy's jewels are ours—pearls, Ben—diamonds, rubies—aha, come, find the chart—let your comrade aid ye, lad—'