A negro boy walked beside him, carrying the long pipe. (P. [340].)
He looked exactly as he had done before, except that now, as though to mock the assembled company, he, too, had a pipe in his mouth.
In an agony of terror Will now turned to the big stout man and cried, “In the name of him you serve, who are you and what do you want with me?”
The big man took three whiffs from his pipe in solemn silence, then he handed his pipe to his servant and replied coldly:
“I am Alfred Franz van der Swelder, captain of the ship Carmilhan from Amsterdam, which was lost with all hands on this rocky coast on the return journey from Batavia. These are my officers and passengers, and those are my brave sailors, all of whom were drowned with me. Why have you called us from out the depths of the sea? Why do you disturb our rest?”
“I wish to know where the treasures of the Carmilhan lie hidden.”
“At the bottom of the sea.”
“Where?”
“In the Cavern of Steenfoll.”
“How can I reach them?”