true enough, for you can see what's left of her now, at low tide. But whether she was a pirate craft, or not, I won't undertake to say.
"But the story is that when the crew found they couldn't get the ship off the rocks, they took to the boats and came ashore, bringing their booty with 'em. What the booty was the story differs on. One yarn is that it was gold, another says silver, and a third diamonds. You can take your choice," and the old sailor chuckled, but this time he was careful not to swallow any smoke.
"I'll take diamonds," said Bob, with a snicker.
"Oh, please go on," urged Sammy, eagerly, and the sailor resumed.
"The story goes," he went on, "that the pirate crew, having lost their ship, buried the treasure, and went looking for another vessel. But they never got one. They had been trying to escape from a man-o'-war when they ran upon the rocks, and the government ship traced 'em here. The marines came ashore, soon after the pirates landed, and attacked 'em. That was the end of the pirates."
The old sailor paused, and lighted his pipe, which had gone out.
"Is—is that all?" asked Sammy, and his voice showed his disappointment.
"That's all," answered the sailor, solemnly.
"But what became of the pirate treasure?" asked Frank.
"Nobody knows. It may be buried here, or the marines may have got it. My own opinion is there never was any treasure. But lots of folks says there was."
"And if there was any, where would it be?" asked Bob.
"Oh, 'most anywhere around here," answered Mr. Salina, with a wave of his arm that took in the whole of the Cove. "You can start in and dig where you like," he chuckled.
