"You are a sailorman," he said, buttoning up his coat. "You may be in Amsterdam one day. If you go to dat address dey vill buy the stone from you; but do not take one groschen less dan five hundred guineas. Good day, mynheer!"
And he went out.
"Weel," said Davie Flett, "I must say that's a queer auld fellow."
"He seems to have turned honest," I said.
"The auld scoundrel has taken a liking for you, Halcro," said the skipper, smiling.
"But," said I, "I almost wish he had bought the diamond."
"Nonsense, lad! keep it and bide ye're time. Besides, you forget the dominie's 'Law of Treasure Trove'"
"Ah, yes, I suppose I would only be entitled to a third of the money after all," I said. "But what about the pilot boat?"
"That will be all square, my lad. Did they not tell you that I had bought the St. Magnus?"
"No! do you really mean that, captain?"