Let me hear no more of this foolery. Stick to me till
the treasure's found--for God take my soul if I leave this bay till I
have found it!--and you shall have good share of booty."
He had grasped the situation with such courage that the mutineers
hesitated. He saw his advantage and followed it up, asking for three of
their number to confer with him as to a bond upon his proposal. After a
time the mutineers consented, the bond was agreed to, and the search went
on.
CHAPTER XVI
IN THE TREASURE HOUSE
The canoes and tender kept husking up and down among the Shallows,
finding nothing. At last one morning they pushed out from the side of
the Bridgwater Merchant, more limp than ever. The stroke of the oars was
listless, but a Boston sailor of a merry sort came to a cheery song:
"I knows a town, an' it's a fine town,
And many a brig goes sailin' to its quay;
I knows an inn, an' it's a fine inn,
An' a lass that's fair to see.
I knows a town, an' it's a fine town;
I knows an inn, an' it's a fine inn
But O my lass! an' O the gay gown,
Which I have seen my pretty in!
"I knows a port, an' it's a good port,
An' many a brig is ridin' easy there;
I knows a home, an' it's a good home,
An' a lass that's sweet an' fair.
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