"'So, Ben, camarado mio, we be committed to it now! Since these four be dead and all men well-loved by Bartlemy, needs must Bartlemy follow 'em!'
"'Aye!' says the man Ben, 'when we have found him. Though Bartlemy's a fighting man!'
"'And being a man can die, Ben. And he once dead we stand his heirs--you and I, Ben, I and you!'
"'Well and good!' says Ben. 'But for this treasure where lieth it, and for that matter, Roger, where is Bartlemy?'
"'Both to find, Ben, so let us set about it forthwith.' The which they did, Martin; for three days they sought the island over and I watching 'em. On the third day, as they are sitting 'neath the great pimento tree I have mentioned (and I watching close by) Tressady sits up all at once.
"'Ben!' says he, 'What be yon?' and he pointed to a mound of sand hard by.
"'Lord knoweth!' says Ben.
"'Yon's been digging!' says Tressady, 'and none so long since!'
"'Aye,' said Ben, 'and now what?'
"'Now,' says Tressady, 'let us dig likewise.'
"'Aye, but what with?' says Ben.
"'Our fingers!' says Tressady. So there and then they fell to digging, casting up the loose sand with their two hands, dog-fashion, and I, watching, turned my head that I might not see.
"'Ha!' says Tressady, in a while, 'Here is foul reek, Ben, foul reek.'
"'Right curst!' says Ben, and then uttered a great, hoarse cry. And I, knowing what they had come upon, kept my face turned away. ''Tis she!' says Ben in a whisper.
"'Aye, and him!' says Tressady. 'Faugh! Man, 'tis ill thing but needs must--his dagger, Ben, his dagger.'
"'Here's no dagger,' says Ben. 'Here's empty sheath but no steel in't!'
"''Tis fallen out!' says Tressady in a strangled voice. 'Seek, Ben, seek!' So despite the horror of the thing, they sought, Martin, violating death and careless of corruption they sought, and all the time the thing they sought was quivering in this right hand.
"'Ben,' says Tressady, when they were done. 'Ben--how came he dead--how?'
"'Who shall say, Roger? Mayhap they did each other's business.'
"'Why then--where's the dagger o' the woman--the silver goddess--where? And how came they buried?'
"'Aye, there's the rub, Roger!'
"'Why,' says Tressady, 'look'ee, Ben, 'tis in my mind we're not alone on this island--'
"'And who should be here, Roger?'
"'The man that slew our Captain!' Here there was silence awhile, then the man Ben arose and spat.