If we had failed, then no more could this land have been home or resting-place for us.

We should only have been sojourners with no name, in debt, in disgrace, a pair of braggart adventurers, who had worked a master-man of the island for a ship, and money and men, and had lost all except the ship! Though to be sure, the money was not a big thing--a few hundred pounds; but the ship was no flea-bite.

It was a biggish thing, for it could be rented to carry sugar--it was, in truth, a sugar-ship of four hundred tons--but it never carried so big a cargo of sugar as it did on the day when that treasure-box was brought to the surface of the sea.
I'm bound to say this--one of the straightest men I ever met, liar withal, was Cassandro Biatt.

He took his jewels and vanished up the seas in a flourish.

He would not even have another try at the gold in the bowels of the ship.
"I've got plenty to fill my paunch, and I'll go while I've enough.
It's the men not going in time that get left in the end"-- that's what he said.
And he was right; for other men went after the gold and got some of it, and were caught by French and South American pirates and lost all they had gained.