he shore, for I feared to excite my uncle if
we struck across the island; and as we walked, I had time enough to
mature the little dramatic exhibition by which I hoped to satisfy my
doubts. Accordingly, pausing on a rock, I proceeded to imitate before
the negro the action of the man whom I had seen the day before taking
bearings with the compass at Sandag. He understood me at once, and,
taking the imitation out of my hands, showed me where the boat was,
pointed out seaward as if to indicate the position of the schooner, and
then down along the edge of the rock with the words 'Espirito Santo,'
strangely pronounced, but clear enough for recognition. I had thus been
right in my conjecture; the pretended historical inquiry had been but a
cloak for treasure-hunting; the man who had played on Dr. Robertson was
the same as the foreigner who visited Grisapol in spring, and now, with
many others, lay dead under the Roost of Aros: there had their greed
brought them, there should their bones be tossed for evermore. In the
meantime the black continued his imitation of the scene, now looking up
skyward as though watching the approach of the storm now, in the
character of a seaman, waving the rest to come aboard; now as an officer,
running along the rock and entering the boat; and anon bending over
imaginary oars with the air of a hurried boatman; but all with the same
solemnity of manner, so that I was never even moved to smile. Lastly, he
indicated to me, by a pantomime not to be described in words, how he
himself had gone up to examine the stranded wreck, and, to his grief and
indignation, had been deserted by his comrades; and thereupon folded his
arms once more, and stooped his head, like one accepting fate.

The mystery of his presence being thus solved for me, I explained to him
by means of a sketch the fate of the vessel and of all aboard her. He
showed no surprise nor sorrow, and, with a sudden lifting of his open
hand, seemed to dismiss his former friends or masters (whichever they had
been) into God's pleasure. Respect came upon me and grew stronger, the
more I observed him; I saw he had a powerful mind and a sober and severe
character, such as I loved to commune with; and before we reached the
house of Aros I had almost forgotten, and wholly forgiven him, his
uncanny colour.

To Mary I told all that had passed without suppression, though I own my
heart failed me; but I did wrong to doubt her sense of justice.

'Y