Before the Cerberus left the island, one of the pirates declared that a large amount of treasure was hidden near the hut, and volunteered to show it, provided that his life was spared. Captain Walford would make no promise, but let the man understand that if the treasure was found, and he chose to turn king’s evidence, the circumstance might possibly tell in his favour. The pirate held out for the promise of a pardon and refused to afford any further information unless it was given. The captain, however, sent a party on shore, under Mr Bruff with O’Grady, to search for the supposed treasure. Reuben and Paul were of the party. There were two boats. They pulled up the lagoon.
“I feel very different now from what I did t’other day when the pirates were after us. Don’t you, Paul?” said Reuben Cole, in a moralising tone. “Many are the ups and downs in the world. The pirates was then thirsting after our blood, and now we’re thirsting after the pirates’ gold. It’s not much good our blood would have done them, and I’m afeared the gold won’t do us much good either, if it’s spent as most of us spends it when we gets ashore. Paul, don’t you go and throw away your hard-earned gains as seamen generally do—you’ll be sorry for it some day, if you do.”
Paul promised to follow his friend’s advice. He was very eager, however, to find the pirate treasure, as he hoped to be able to send his share home to his mother and sisters. He was not aware of the efforts Devereux had been making to get him placed on the quarter-deck, in which case the share would be considerably more than that of a cabin-boy. The search was commenced, but except a bag of dollars and a few gold doubloons, nothing of value could be found. The men dug about in every direction. There was no sign of the earth having been turned up.
“I say, Reuben, I wonder where all the gold we are looking for can be,” exclaimed Paul, after they had searched in vain again and again.
“Just possible, nowhere,” answered Reuben. “Them chaps is much more likely to spend their money ashore than to bury it in the ground.”
It seemed very probable that Reuben’s opinion was the right one. The seamen dug and dug more frantically and eagerly as the prospect of finding the gold became less and less. Reuben’s spade at length struck something hard.
“Hurrah! Here it is,” cried several voices, and half a dozen spades were plunged into the hole at the same time. A human skull was soon brought to view.
“All right,” cried O’Grady. “The pirates always bury a man above their treasure, that his spirit may keep guard over it.”
Thus encouraged, the seamen dug on, the bones were thrown up with very little ceremony, and all expected every instant to come upon an iron case, or an oak chest, or something of that sort, full of gold, and pearls, and diamonds. While thus employed, a gun from the ship was heard. They dug more desperately than ever. The gun was the signal for their return: it must not be disobeyed. Still, within the very grasp of their treasure, it seemed hard to lose it. They dug, and they dug, but there was no sign of treasure. Another gun was heard.
“We must be away!” cried the leader. “Shoulder spades, and march!”