Several kegs were filled to overflowing with gold coins of foreign countries; there was a box containing a large assortment of bejeweled rings, pins and other jewelry, and a small casket of unset diamonds, pearls and rubies stood upon a tiny table in one corner.
A number of vases, chalices, crucifixes and similar secular objects laid on the floor, showing plainly that the Terror of the Coast did not scruple about robbing churches.
No matter in what direction the glance turned, a new object of great interest was seen.
The three gazed around spellbound.
When Frank finally recovered from his surprise, he said:
“Zamora, I am amazed at the richness of this treasure. You did not exaggerate it any. In fact, you did not do it justice. There are several million dollars’ worth of stuff here.”
“I’se gwine ter open a bank when I gits my share ob dis,” chuckled Pomp. “Wonder whar it all come from, chillen?”
“The pirates waded knee deep in blood to gain this treasure,” replied Zamora, in grave tones. “It represents many a hard-fought battle, many a human life, many widows and orphans.”
“Let us get away from here,” said Frank.
He selected the most valuable things and each one seized a parcel, and carried it from the vault.