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"But I warned you I had no yeast!" says she, looking at me a little anxiously, "Nay, sir, why must you smile?" "'Tis strange to see you at such labour and clad so vastly fine!" "Indeed, sir needs must this your cook-maid go bedight like any queen since nought is there in Black Bartlemy's Treasure that is not sumptuous and splendid. Have you no desire to behold these wonders for yourself?"
And now it seemed they knew no more of Bartlemy's hiding-place than I, whereat I rejoiced greatly. So lay I all that forenoon watching their motions and hearing their outcries now here, now there, until, marvelling at the absence of Bartlemy, they sat down all six upon the spit of sand whereby I lay hid and fell to eating and drinking, talking the while, though too low for me to hear what passed.
His bell-button thimbles fell off, his flat nose became long and sharp, his thread hair gave place to a bald pate, and his whole appearance became wonderfully like Bartlemy's master. He raised his yardstick, brought it down with a tremendous crack and Bartlemy WOKE! Yes! he was lying under the tree where he had thrown himself down the night before.
"Well," says I, glancing at the nearest braid that showed coppery lights where the setting sun caught it. "Well, because " and finding nought else to say I fell to my carving again and away she goes to her cooking. "Martin," says she at last, "what do you know of Master Penfeather? Where did you fall in with him, and why is his life so threatened?" "All by reason of Black Bartlemy's treasure!"
I dreamed these Black Bartlemy's cruel arms about me and I was sick with fear and horror thank God 'tis you, dear Martin, and I safe from all harms soever. So hold me an you will, Martin, you that have saved me from so much and will do till the end." "Aye, by God!" says I, bending my head above her that she might not see my face, "And so I will, faithfully, truly, until the very end!"
For look'ee, she hath oft told me of you and the life you lived together on Bartlemy's Island." "And has she so indeed?" quoth I. "Aye, verily. Lord, Martin, when she waked from her swoon aboard ship and found I had sailed without you, she was like one distraught and was for having me 'bout ship that she might stay to comfort you in your solitude.
"No no, Cap'n!" piped Smiling Sam, "Us do be but contriving o' ways and means seeing' as Penfeather do ha' took our ship, curse him!" "And what though he has? 'Tis we have the island and 'tis on this island lieth Black Bartlemy's Treasure, and 'tis the treasure we're after!
They landed, being fifteen in all and I in great fear and distress therefore. May 29. This day 1 hour before dawn secured arms, powder, etc., and very grateful therefore. May 30. To-day set about strengthening and fortifying my door since, though Roger Tressady is dead, there be other rogues yet to slay, their evil minds being full of lust for Black Bartlemy's Treasure and my blood.
Come, the chart, lad, out wi' the chart and Bartlemy's jewels are ours pearls, Ben diamonds, rubies aha, come, find the chart let your comrade aid ye, lad "'Stand back! says Ben and whips a pistol from his belt. 'Look'ee, Roger, says he, 'I found the dagger without ye and I'll find the chart stand back! "'Why here's ill manners to a comrade, Ben ill manners, sink me but as ye will.
"Ahoy you, Tressady!" roared Godby in reply, "Cap'n Adam is ashore wi' ye this moment look astarn o' you, ye rogue!" Round sprang Tressady as out from the dense shadow of Bartlemy's tree stepped Adam Penfeather himself.
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