Dutch the Diver: or, A Man's Mistake. Fenn George Manville

Roberts and Moore. Supplied them with a complete diving apparatus. So you’ve come over on purpose to offer me a fortune?”

      “Yes,” said the visitor, “a great fortune. You smile, but listen. Do I think you a child, sir? Oh, no. I do not tell you I want to make a great fortune for you only, but for myself as well.”

      “Of course,” said Mr Parkley, smiling, and showing in his manner how thoroughly business-like he was. “I thought that had to come.”

      “See here, sir – This Mr Pugh is in your confidence?”

      “Quite. Go on.”

      “See, then: I have travelled much, boating – yachting you would call it in England – all around the shores of the Great Gulf of Mexico. I know every island and piece of coast in the Carib Sea.”

      “Yes,” said Mr Parkley, drumming on the desk.

      “I have made discoveries there.”

      “Mines?” said Mr Parkley. “Not in my way.”

      “No, sir – better than mines; for the gold and silver are gathered and smelted – cast into ingots.”

      “Buried treasure, eh? Not in my way, sir – not in my way.”

      “Yes, buried treasure, Mr Parkley; but buried in the bright, clear sea, where the sun lights up the sand and rocks below.”

      “Sea, eh? Well, that is more in our way. Eh, Pugh?”

      “Read the old chronicles of the time, sir, two or three hundred years ago,” said the Cuban, rising, with his eyes flashing, and his handsome face lit up by his glowing excitement, “and you shall find that gold ships and plate-ships – ships laden with the treasures of Mexico and Peru, taken by the Spaniards, were sunk here and there upon those wondrous coasts.”

      “Old women’s tales,” said Mr Parkley, abruptly. “Cock-and-bull stories.”

      “I do not quite understand,” said the Cuban, haughtily, “except that you doubt me. Sir, these are truths. I doubted first; but for five years in a small vessel I have searched the Carib Sea, and I can take you to where three ships have been wrecked and sunk – ships whose existence is only known to me.”

      “Very likely,” said Mr Parkley; “but that don’t prove that they were laden with gold.”

      “Look,” said the Cuban, taking from a pocket in his cloak a packet, and, opening it out, he unwrapped two papers, in one of which was a small ingot of gold, in the other a bar of silver. They were cast in a very rough fashion, and the peculiarity that gave strength to the Cuban’s story was that each bar of about six inches long was for the most part encrusted with barnacle-like shells and other peculiar sea growths.

      “Hum! Could this have been stuck on, Pugh?” said Mr Parkley, curiously examining each bar in turn.

      “I think not, sir, decidedly,” said Pugh. “Those pieces of metal must have been under water for a great length of time.”

      “You are right, Mr Pugh,” said the Cuban, whose face brightened. “You are a man of sound sense. They have been under water three hundred years.”

      He smiled at the young Englishman as he spoke, but the other felt repelled by him, and his looks were cold.

      “How did you get those bars and ingots?” said Mr Parkley, abruptly.

      “From amongst the rotten timbers of an old galleon,” said the Cuban. “But where?”

      “That is my secret. Thirty feet below the surface at low water.”

      “Easy depth,” said Mr Parkley, thoughtfully. “But why did you not get more?”

      “Sir, am I a fish? I practised diving till I could go down with a stone, and stay a minute; but what is that? How could I tear away shell, and coral, and hard wood, and sand, and stones. I find six such bars, and I am satisfied. I seek for years for the place, and I know three huge mines of wealth for the bold Englishmen who would fit out a ship with things like these” – pointing to the diving suits – “with brave men who will go down with bars, and stay an hour, and break a way to the treasure, and there load – load that ship with gold and silver, and perhaps rich jewels. Sir, I say to you,” he continued, his face gradually glowing in excitement, “are you the brave Englishman who will fit out a ship and go with me? I say, make a written bond of agreement to find all we shall want in what you call apparatus and brave men. I show you the exact place. I take your ship to the spot to anchor, and then, when we get the treasures, I take half for myself, and you take half for yourselves. Is it fair?”

      “Yes, it sounds fair enough,” said Mr Parkley, rubbing his nose with a pair of compasses. “What do you say, Pugh?”

      “I hardly know what to say, sir. The project is tempting, certainly; but – ”

      “But it is a monstrous fortune,” said the Cuban. “It is an opportunity that cannot come twice to a man. Do you hear? Great ingots of gold and bars of silver. Treasures untold, of which I offer you half, and yet you English people are so cold and unmovable. Why, a Spaniard or a Frenchman would have gone mad with excitement.”

      “Yes,” said Mr Parkley, “but we don’t do that sort of thing here.”

      “No,” said the Cuban, “you are so cold.”

      “It takes some time to warm us, sir,” said Dutch, sternly; “but when we are hot, we keep so till our work is done. Your Frenchman and Spaniard soon get hot, and are cold directly.”

      “That’s right, Pugh, every word,” said Mr Parkley, nodding his head.

      “Then you refuse my offer?” said the Cuban, with a bitter look of contempt stealing over his face.

      “Do I?” replied Mr Parkley.

      “Yes, you are silent – you do not respond.”

      “Englishmen don’t risk ten thousand pounds without looking where it is to go, my fine fellow,” said Mr Parkley, drumming away at the desk. “I don’t say I shall not take it up, and I don’t say I shall.”

      “You doubt me, then. Are not my papers good?”

      “Unexceptionable.”

      “Is not the half of the wondrous wealth enough for you? You who only take out your ship and divers to get what it has taken me years to find. I tell you there are cargoes of this rich metal lying there – hundreds of thousands of pounds – a princely fortune; and yet you hesitate.”

      “Are there any volcanoes your way?” said Mr Parkley, drily.

      “Yes – many. Why?”

      “I thought so,” said the sturdy Englishman.

      “It is enough,” cried the Cuban, haughtily. “You play with me, and insult me.”

      And, as he spoke, with flashing eyes, he snatched at the two ingots, and began to wrap them up, but with a smile of contempt he threw them back on the desk.

      “No, we do not,” said Mr Parkley quietly; “only you are so red hot. I must have time to think.”

      “Time to think?”

      “Yes. I like the idea, and I think I shall accept your offer.”

      “You believe in my papers, then?”

      “Oh, yes, they are beyond suspicion,” said Mr Parkley, holding out his hand. “Only there are so many tricks played that one has to go carefully. Well, how are you? Glad to see you, and hope we shall be good friends.”

      “My great friend!” exclaimed the Cuban, throwing his arms round the sturdy little man, and nearly oversetting him, stool and all, in his fervid embrace. “They were right: you are the true enterprising man of energy after all.”

      “I say, don’t do that again, please,” said Mr Parkley. “We shake hands here, and save those hugs for the other sex – at least the young fellows do.”

      “But I am overjoyed,” exclaimed the Cuban,