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Updated: June 13, 2025
When all that it seemed possible to find had been collected, and our digging brought nothing more to light, we opened our two seals' skins throwing away the blubber, which seemed of little worth to us now that we had possessed ourselves of all this wealth and lifting the treasure into them we made them into slings, one of which was carried by Tom Kinlay and Willie Hercus, the other by Robbie Rosson and myself.
Rosson, whose rent had fallen so far in arrear that she had been threatened with an eviction from her cottage, and was only saved by this timely assistance. It was little that I saw of my old school companions now that I had become a farm worker and spent my days in the fields.
As I took my place, however, the next boy to me, Robbie Rosson, gave a great shout of pain, as though a pin had been stuck into him. "Hello, hello! What's wrong now?" exclaimed the schoolmaster. "It's nothing, sir," said Robbie, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Nothing! What for did you cry out like that, then?"
When we entered the chasm we were much surprised to find Hercus lying flat on the shingle, with his right arm deep in a hole he had dug, and the dog at his side, wagging her tail and uttering short barks of excitement. "Good sakes!" exclaimed Robbie Rosson. "What's wrong with the lad?" Much relieved we were to hear Hercus speak. I confess I had felt certain some harm had happened to him.
And now I heard a shrill whistle from Robbie Rosson, by which I understood that, seeing my comparative safety, he was going to find some place where he could get down to the beach, there to wait until I should bring the boat round for him. But I must say that I thought my chances of ever getting round to him were very small.
I was so much interested in the circumstance of our curious discovery of the hidden treasure that the thought of its market value, or of our means of disposing of it, had never entered my head; and I believe Hercus and Rosson were totally ignorant of the fact that our find was really worth more than the mere interest we naturally attached to the articles as curious antiquities.
"Nonsense, Willie!" said I. "Surely we've birds in plenty without eating hawks! Let's give it to the dominie." "Ay, let's give it to the dominie," chimed in Robbie Rosson, always ready to agree with whatever I proposed. "The dominie! What for would you give it to the dominie?" objected Kinlay. "It's my bird. I first saw it."
In this servitude we had been companions, in common with Rosson and Hercus; and many a time had she come to me, with tears in her eyes, to tell me of some new act of tyranny that she had suffered at her brother's hands. On one such occasion I found her down at the shore side with little Hilda Paterson.
Had I been more warmly inclined towards them I would have gone up to the door at once and asked for Tom, instead of sitting on the dyke side with Rosson and waiting till he chose to come out to us. As we sat there, however, Thora Kinlay came past us, driving before her a hen and her brood of chickens, which she had found straying along the cliffs, and of her we asked for Tom.
Tom Kinlay was, by his own appointment, our skipper; Robbie Rosson and Willie Hercus were classed able seamen; and my dog, Selta, and I were called upon to do duty for both passengers and cargo, curiously enough, sailing with the ship on every voyage. We had touched at each of these places in turn, and when we were homeward bound I was landed at an imaginary port in "Spain."
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