Vaguely I heard around me a babble of exclamations and conjectures. Murmurs of interest rose even from our captive band. Then came Slinker’s voice, loud with sudden fear:
“Say, you don’t suppose the—the Bones would of got away with the rest of the coin somehow, do you?” he demanded.
“Got away with it?” Tony contemptuously thrust aside the possibility. “Got away with it how? He sure didn’t leave the island with it, did he? Would he of dug it up from one place jest to bury it in another? Huh! Must of wanted to work if he did! Now my notion is that this happened to one of the guys that was burying the gold, and that the rest jest left him there for a sort of scarecrow to keep other people out of the cave.”
“But the gold?” protested Slinker. “They wouldn’t leave that for a scarecrow, would they?”
“Maybe not,” admitted Tony, “but suppose that feller died awful slow, and went on hollering and clutching at the bags? And they couldn’t of got that rock off’n him without a block and tackle, or done much to make things easy for him if they had, him being jest a smear, as you may say. Well, that cave wouldn’t be a pleasant place to stay in, would it? And no one would have the nerve to snatch them bags away to bury ’em, ’cause a dying man, especially when he dies hard, can have an awful grip. So what they done was just to shovel the sand in on the gold they’d stowed away and light out quick. And what we got to do to-morrow is to go there and dig it up.”
If the ingenuity of this reasoning was more remarkable than its logic, the pirates were not the men to find fault with it. Indeed, how many human hopes have been bolstered up with arguments no sounder? Desire is the most eloquent of advocates, and the five ruffians had only to listen to its voice to enjoy in anticipation all the fruits of their iniquitous schemes. The sight of the golden coins intoxicated them. They played with the doubloons like children,