Part 9 (1/2)

CHAPTER VIII

THE SCOURGES OF THE SEA

Tyke's eyes were staring and his face was so apoplectic that Drew was alarmed.

”Make out of it?” Tyke spluttered, getting up and nearly overturning his chair. ”I make out of it that Manuel was right when he said that the old chest held something worth more'n diamonds.”

Grimshaw was so shaken out of his usual calm that Captain Hamilton, too, shared Drew's alarm.

”I tell you what we'd better do,” he suggested. ”We're all too much excited to discuss this thing intelligently now. We've got a whole lot to digest, and it will take time. This thing will keep. Suppose we have our young friend here take this rough draft home with him and piece out the missing parts as well as he can. In the meantime we'll all mull it over in our minds, look at it from every angle, and meet here fresh and rested to-morrow morning to decide on what we'd better do.”

”I guess you're right,” a.s.sented Tyke, mopping his forehead. ”This old head of mine is whirling around like a top.”

Tyke locked the map carefully in his safe and committed the other paper and the captain's partial transcription to his chief clerk with solemn injunctions to take the utmost care of them.

But the latter stood in no need of the admonition. He would have defended those papers with his life. They meant for him--what did they not mean?

Romance, adventure, wealth! Now at last he would have something to justify his search for Ruth Adams and his suit for her hand. Now he could frame his jewel, when he found it, in a proper setting.

The three men prepared to leave the private office. Captain Hamilton was first at the door, and he unlocked it. The instant he pulled the door open, Drew heard him e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e:

”Thunderation! Mr. Ditty! What are you doing here?”

”You told me to follow you here, Captain Hamilton,” said a respectful voice. ”They told me you were inside, and so I waited for you.”

”Humph! quite right, Mr. Ditty,” Captain Hamilton said hastily. Then he thrust his, head back into the office. ”My mate's come for me, Tyke. We've got an errand on Whitehall Street. See you to-morrow.

Good night, Mr. Drew.”

Both the captain and the other man had gone when Drew went out into the larger room. The remainder of that afternoon he spent in a dream.

When the day's work was over, Drew dined hastily and then shut himself in his room where he worked busily until midnight, filling in the vacant s.p.a.ces in the rough draft of the confession. He was critical of his efforts, recasting and revising again and again until he was satisfied that he had caught the full meaning of the old doc.u.ment as far as it was humanly possible. Only then did he lay it aside--to dream of Ruth.

Drew was at the shop before his usual time the next morning, and Tyke and Captain Hamilton came in soon afterward. The three went at once into secret session, leaving the entire conduct of the chandlery business to Winters, much to the mystification of that youth.

All three were fresh and cool this morning as they buckled down to the problem they had to solve, and the wisdom of the previous night's adjournment was clearly evident.

”I got to talking this thing over with my daughter last night,” said Captain Hamilton. ”You'd forgotten I had a daughter, Tyke? Wait till you see her! Well, she was aboard the schooner for dinner with me, and she said: 'Daddy, if there is a real pirate's treasure, please go after it. Then you can stay ash.o.r.e and not go sailing away from me any more.' So, I've a double incentive for pursuing this thing,” and the captain laughed.

”Yes, that's like the women-folk,” observed Grimshaw. ”They're always for a man's leaving the sea.”

”That isn't what made you leave it, Tyke,” Captain Hamilton said slyly.

”An' it won't be women-folk that sends me back to it, neither,” growled the older man. ”An' now, Allen,” he added, as they settled comfortably into their chairs, ”how did you git along with the paper? Have you got it so that it makes sense?”

”I'll let you judge of that for yourselves,” replied Drew, taking the revised draft from his pocket. ”Of course, I can't say that it's exactly right. Some of the missing words and sentences I had to guess at. But it's as nearly right as I know how to make it.”

He waited while Grimshaw and Captain Hamilton lighted their cigars, and then proceeded to read:

”Trinidad, March 18, 17 .....