“But—what has become of the Aurelian?”
“Driven away by a gale. The coast is clear. Before she can return we can recover the Donna Veneta’s treasure and be off.”
“You are right.”
Then Frank told his story.
Clifford was more than delighted when he learned of the amount of the galleon’s treasure.
“We will cheat old Parker out of it after all!” he cried wildly. “That is to pay the old scamp for his rascality.”
“You are right,” said Frank, and began to put on his helmet.
“Where are you going?”
“I am going down to join Hartley and Pomp, and help them get the chests of gold out.”
“Good! What assistance can we be?”