“Put it back,” said Henry.  “It’s some of those fancy liquors, but we’ll keep it for times when we’re wet or cold or tired out.”

“All right,” said Sol, “an’ here’s three more little jugs like it.”

“What else do you find?” asked Henry.

“Oh, look at these, will you!” exclaimed Sol, holding up two splendid double barreled duelling pistols of Spanish make.

“Now I’m sure that this is the boat of Alvarez himself,” said Henry.  “Such fine things as these could belong only to the Commander.  Those are duelling pistols, Sol, but they can be made mighty useful, too, for our defense in case of a pinch.  We’ll keep them, too.”

The shiftless one put them back and opening another locker uttered a little cry of delight.

“A hull carpenter shop!” he exclaimed.  “Jest look, Henry!  A fine axe, hammers an’ hatchets, an’ saws an’ augers an’ a lot o’ other things pow’ful useful to fellers like us that have to cut an’ bore their own way out here in the woods.  This is shorely one o’ them gall-yuns that Paul tells us about, an’ I guess we’re about ez highfalutin’ an lucky pirates ez any o’ them.”

“You’re right, Sol,” said Henry.  “This boat is a great find, and it’s lawful prize as they began the war upon us by seizing Paul.  Keep on looking, Sol.”

“Here’s some beautiful blankets,” continued the shiftless one.  “Guess they were made to trade with the Injuns.  But it’s more’n likely that this here most gorg-y-us one will, on occasions, shelter, warm, purtect an’ otherwise care fur the deservin’ body o’ one Solomon Hyde, a highly valooable citizen o’ the new country they call Kentucky.  An’ say, Henry, what do you call this?”

His voice took a rapidly rising inflection, as he held up a glittering garment, puffed with magnificent lace.

“That,” said Henry, “is what they call a doublet, and I should say that it is the finest one belonging to Captain Alvarez.  Oh, won’t he be angry!”

Sol slipped off his hunting shirt, and slipped on the doublet.

“It’s a little tight in the shoulders,” he said, “but I could wear it in a pinch, that is, I guess I’d hev to wear it in a pinch.  Say, Henry, ain’t I a beauty?”

He stood up in the boat and turned slowly around and around, his arms extended and the doublet glittering.  Henry leaned against the side of the boat and laughed.

“It doesn’t suit you, Sol,” he replied, “you’re a fine looking man, but it’s in your own way, not the Spanish way.”

Sol took off the garment, folded it up carefully, and put it back in the locker.

“Anyway, I’m goin’ to claim it,” he said.  “I want it to make Jim Hart jealous.  An’, Henry, thar’s a lot more things here, a little tent all rolled up, some bottles o’ medicine, some more clothes, two big bottles o’ brandy, and a whole lot o’ house-keepin’ truck, like pins an’ needles an’ thread, an’ them things that kin be pow’ful useful to us on a long journey.  An’ jumpin’ Jehoshaphat, Henry, here’s a little bag o’ silver an’ gold!”