Leroyd darted forward.
“What is it? Is it there?” he cried.
“The infernal luck! it’s empty!” shouted Weeks, and with a volley of maledictions he staggered back and dropped into the nearest chair.
Leroyd was fairly purple.
“Have you tricked me!” he yelled, seizing his partner by the shoulders and shaking him.
“No, you fool! why should I trick you? That is where Caleb Wetherbee said the diamonds were hid.”
“Sh!” growled the sailor. “D’ye want that gal ter know everything? She knows too much now.”
“She doesn’t know anything about this; why should she?”
“Then, what’s become of them?”
“I can tell you that,” returned Weeks. “Cale Wetherbee’s been here.”