"'All right, Manuel. No diamonds or anything of that kind in it, I s'pose?' I says with a laugh and a wink. 

 "But he didn't crack a smile. 

 "'Somet'in' wort' more zan diamon's,' he said solemnly, an' went away. I never saw him again, an' a few months later I heard of the Nancy Boardman's going down with all hands." 

 "Why not examine the chest?" cried Drew eagerly. 

 The recital of the grizzled veteran had fired his blood. All that he had ever read or heard of the old buccaneers came back to him.  In fancy he saw them all, Avery, Kidd, Bartholomew Roberts, Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard Morgan, the whole black-hearted and blood-stained crew of daring leaders ranging up and down the waters of the Spanish Main, plundering, sacking, killing, boarding the stately galleons of Spain, sending peaceful merchant ships to the bottom, wasting their gains in wild orgies ashore capturing Panama and Maracaibo amid torrents of blood and flame. Silks and jewels and brocades and pearls and gold! From the whole world they had taken tribute, until that world—tried at last beyond bearing—had risen in its might and ground the whole nest of vipers beneath its wrathful heel. 

 Tyke looked at the young man quizzically. 

 "Thinking of the pirate doubloons, Allen?" 

 "Why not?" Drew defended himself, albeit a little sheepishly.  "Perhaps the key to treasure is right over there in that old chest of Manuel's." 

 Then Tyke laughed outright. 

 

 

 CHAPTER V 

 A SETBACK 

 "I wouldn't bank on finding treasure," Grimshaw advised.  "What those old pirates got they spent as they went along. They warn't of the saving kind.  'Easy come, easy go' was their motto." 

 "That's true enough of the majority of them, no doubt," conceded Drew. "The common sailors got only a small portion of the loot anyway. But some of the leaders were shrewd and far-sighted men. They didn't look forward to dying as pirates. They wanted to save enough to buy their pardons 

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