The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-11-21

Horn. Now we had more billing and
cooing between the two engaged cou-
Ples-Scarsdale and Retta Cortice. Lady
Blanche and Barton-so that Malcolm
Forbes and myself were decidedly "out
of 1T. ~ But l IN free to admit that
they were pretty decent with it all.
and did not make Of us two old fogies
complete outlandcrs. 1t WAS well nm
derstood on board the Bassie that this
would be the final cruise after loot-so
perhaps Forbes and l. being unattached
men, made the most of the cruise.
Capt. Scott was a mighty good navi-
gator; give him an address on any of
the Seven seas and he d put you in
the way of bammering a double-kno
IN the door as soon as steam and sail
would do the business. So within the
time stipulated behold the Lassie, with
anchors down, riding between the two
great sand banks, for they were moth
ing more, of the Salvages.
What IS next?' quoth Capt. Scott.
Boat over side ordered Scarsdale,
prompted by Cortice, with three or
four Of your best hands. There's so
guineas apiece for each Of 'em wheth.
er we find or lose this tripl"
give you my word, every man Of
the yacht S crew wanted to pile into
that quarter boat! Even the "black
gang the stoker5 from the 6reroom
were crazy 10 bear a hand. for the
fame Of Barton Co-tice and his hauls
had penetrated below deck by this
! time.
Remarkable! exclaimed Cortice
under his breath and in some surprise
as our boats keel grounded in the
soft beach, loaded with picks and shov.
els. There q no change-it might
have been yesterday
Which was not so remarkable as il
sounds, seeing that the Salvages are
practically desert islands-the only
ones nigh to the European mainland
| From all ] can make out these sand
spits are absolutely worthless-nobody
wants 'em-clse you d have seen Ma
poleon or King George or King Car
los fighting like kilkennev cats TO sec
who d raise a rag on the highest point
Well, we went ashore. the Lassie rid
ing at anchor well within sight.
CoTtIce took n sort of mental sur
vey.
''That's where the galleon took tho
ground, - SAYS he, "apd that s where
we campedl Right here saws he
was the spot where we buried tn,
/ treasure.'
The men from the Yacht stood around
stupid-llke, not knowing what was il
the wind, but ready TO obey orders
knowing there was sure reward fol
tnem Whatever happened
Must be somewhere within a givcr
area" says Cortice. as cool as if h,
was pacing off chicken run bacl
there in Connecticut. Men, say
he, "T want you TO dig a trench so.and
so. and then so-and So giving then
the exact directions and dimensions
When YOU get down so far. let m
know. Maybe you II strike oil. But
whatever happens, every son-of"a gun
gets his''
/ tell you, Barton Cortice knew hoy
TO handle men-and some women, too
Judging by results!
+. Well. that crew hadn' t dug for al
hour before they struck their oil
None of your Pennsylvania or Ohi
variety, neither, but a totally differ
cnt vintage-hard as nails and tel
times as valuablel First off. they hi
a row of on-bound casks; when thes
were uncovered all hands let ont
whoop, such as was never heard oI
those Salvages since the Espiritu SAINT
went ashore.
There, in row. was mass o
wooden boxes. When they d knocked
the half-rotten covers off we beheld
solid mass of minted coins-gold AM
silver. regularly packed in rolls, al
bearing the insignia of Spain's theI