All was activity, for, apart from the delight of discovery, Phips had promised a share to every man.

The place was instantly buoyed, and they hastened back to the port with the grateful tidings to Phips.

With his glass he saw them coming and by their hard rowing he guessed that they had news.
When they came within hail they cheered, and when they saw the silver the air rang with shouts.
As Gering stepped on board with the silver Captain Phips ran forwards, clasped it in both hands, and cried: "We are all made, thanks be to God!" Then all hands were ordered on board, and because the treasure lay in a safe anchorage they got the ships away towards it.
Bucklaw, in the surgeon's cabin, was called out of delirium by the noise.

He was worn almost to a skeleton, his eyes were big and staring, his face had the paleness of death.

The return to consciousness was sudden--perhaps nothing else could have called him back.