With a wild laugh he plunged face forward on the metal--and the blood of the dead Bucklaw consecrated the first-fruits of the treasure.
As the vessel rode up the harbour the body was dropped into the deep.
"Worse men--worse men, sir, bide with the king," said Phips to Gering.
"A merry villain, that Bucklaw." The ship came to anchor at the buoys, and no time was lost.

Divers were sent down, and by great good luck found the room where the bullion was stored.

The number of divers was increased, and the work of raising the bullion went on all that day.
There is nothing like the lust for gold in the hearts of men.

From stem to stern of the Bridgwater Merchant and the Swallow, this wild will had its way.

Work went on until the last moment of sun.