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Updated: June 27, 2025
It ain't of no consequence, mim, of course. 'You had better, said the locksmith, who most devoutly wished that Barnaby's raven was at Miggs's ankles, 'you had better get to bed at once then.
That's better than nothing! replied the locksmith. 'Who was the bearer? 'Barnaby, of course. 'Barnaby's a jewel! said Varden; 'and comes and goes with ease where we who think ourselves much wiser would make but a poor hand of it. He is not out wandering, again, I hope? 'Thank Heaven he is in his bed; having been up all night, as you know, and on his feet all day. He was quite tired out.
'For I carry some comfort, you see, he said. 'Taste that. Is it good? The water stood in Barnaby's eyes as he coughed from the strength of the draught, and answered in the affirmative. 'Drink some more, said the blind man; 'don't be afraid of it. You don't taste anything like that, often, eh? 'Often! cried Barnaby. 'Never! 'Too poor? returned the blind man with a sigh. 'Ay. That's bad.
For you must remember that "John Malyoe" was the captain of the Adventure galley he who had shot Barnaby's own grandfather and "Abram Dowling," I must tell you, had been the gunner of the Royal Sovereign he who had been shot at the same time that Captain Brand met his tragical end.
Most likely he's hired, at so much a day. There. Get on. Make him do something. Grip having by this time recovered his urbanity, condescended, at Barnaby's solicitation, to repeat his various phrases of speech, and to go through the whole of his performances with the utmost success.
Then the darkness, very thick and black, again swallowed everything. But if our hero failed to clearly perceive the countenance towards which he had discharged his weapon, there was one who appeared to have recognized some likeness in it, for Sir John Malyoe's voice, almost at Barnaby's elbow, cried out thrice in loud and violent tones, "William Brand! William Brand!
Somebody had thrust into Barnaby's hands when he came out into the street, his precious flag; which, being now rolled up and tied round the pole, looked like a giant quarter-staff as he grasped it firmly and stood upon his guard.
But, Lord! what were suspicions or even certainty to what Barnaby True's two eyes beheld when that man lifted the lids of the two cases the locks thereof having already been forced and, flinging back first one lid and then the other, displayed to Barnaby's astonished sight a great treasure of gold and silver!
What with the whirling of Barnaby's brains and the passion into which he was already melted, what with his despair and his love, and his anger at this address, a man gone mad could scarcely be less accountable for his actions than was he at that moment.
The whole business had occupied hardly two hours, but it was as though that time was no part of Barnaby's life, but all a part of some other life, so dark and strange and mysterious that it in no wise belonged to him. As for that box covered all over with mud, he could only guess at that time what it contained and what the finding of it signified.
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