while yet a hundred feet
Clayton shook his head.
"Gone," he said, as he neared the professor.
"Gone! It cannot be. Who could have taken it?" cried Professor Porter.
"God only knows, Professor," replied Clayton. "We might have thought
the fellow who guided us was lying about the location, but his surprise
and consternation on finding no chest beneath the body of the murdered
Snipes were too real to be feigned. And then our spades showed us that
SOMETHING had been buried beneath the corpse, for a hole had been there
and it had been filled with loose earth."
"But who could have taken it?" repeated Professor Porter.
"Suspicion might naturally fall on the men of the cruiser," said
Lieutenant Charpentier, "but for the fact that sub-lieutenant Janviers
here assures me that no men have had shore leave--that none has been on
shore since we anchored here except under command of an officer. I do
not know that you would suspect our men, but I am glad that there is
now no chance for suspicion to fall on them," he concluded.
"It would never have occurred to me to suspect the men to whom we owe
so much," replied Professor Porter, graciously. "I would as soon
suspect my dear Clayton here, or Mr. Philander."
The Frenchmen smiled, both officers and sailors. It was plain to see
that a burden had been lifted from their minds.
"The treasure has been gone for some time," continued Clayton. "In
fact the body fell apart as we lifted it, which indicates that whoever
removed the treasure did so while the corpse was still fresh, for it
was intact when we first uncovered it."
"There must have been several in the party," said Jane, who had joined
them. "You remember that it took four men to carry it."
"By jove!" cried Clayton. "That's right. It must have been done by a
party of blacks. Probably one of them saw the men bury the chest and
then returned immediately after with a party of his friends, and
carried it off."
"Speculation is futile," said Professor Porter sadly. "The chest is
gone. We shall never see it again, nor the treasure that was in it."
Only Jane knew what the loss meant to her father, and none there knew
what it meant to her.
Six days later Captain Dufranne announced that they would sail early on
Jane would have begged for a further reprieve, had it not been that she
too had begun to believe that her forest lover
So it be well for you, my Lord, to pay old Til well and add a few guilders for the peace of her tongue if you would that your prisoner find peace in old Til's house.Page 24
"Well done!" cried one of the knights.Page 30
"But remember, Norman of Torn, that the best answer for an Englishman is the sword; naught else may penetrate his thick wit.Page 31
The hut was occupied by an old priest, and as the boy in armor pushed in, without the usual formality of knocking, the old man looked up with an expression of annoyance and disapproval.Page 36
" As the old man walked away toward the great gate.Page 37
From the Great Court beyond, a little, grim, gray, old man had watched this scene, a slight smile upon his old, malicious face.Page 76
Come, we will seek out my daughter and her mother.Page 77
" The man laughed.Page 78
It is not wrong that we love; tell me it is not, Roger.Page 81
He would have followed her to France but for the fact that, after he had parted from her and the intoxication of her immediate presence had left his brain clear to think rationally, he had realized the futility of his hopes, and he had seen that the pressing of his suit could mean only suffering and mortification for the woman he loved.Page 91
"What now?" he cried.Page 93
He hoped that they had escaped, and yet--no, Joan certainly had not, for now he distinctly remembered that his eyes had met hers for an instant just before the blow fell upon him, and he thought of the faith and confidence that he had read in that quick glance.Page 113
" "Would that I might, my friend," answered Norman of Torn.Page 118
News of the fighting between the barons and the King's forces at Rochester, Battel and elsewhere reached the ears of Norman of Torn a few days after the coming of the King's message, but at the same time came other news which hastened his departure toward the south.Page 120
" "Fear not," replied Simon de Montfort, "the Devil of Torn hath no quarrel with me.Page 122
The right wing was commanded by Henry de Montfort, the oldest son of Simon de Montfort, and with him was the third son, Guy, as well as John de Burgh and Humphrey de Bohun.Page 124
"I have yet to see my mark upon the forehead of a King," said Norman of Torn, "and the temptation be great; but, an you ask it, My Lord Earl, his life shall be.Page 130
The little army had been marching for some hours when the advance guard halted a party bound south upon a crossroad.Page 135
At one end was an open hearth upon which logs were burning brightly, while a single lamp aided in diffusing a soft glow about the austere chamber.Page 143
Now was the young man forcing his older foeman more and more upon the defensive.