He was alone.

Alone with this countless--this unheard-of wealth.

Was he awake, or was it but a dream?
Before him lay the treasures torn from Mexico, Darien and Peru.

They were his--he was alone.
Alas, he was alone! What use would those millions be to him on this island?
The reaction came, and, falling on his knees, he cried: "O God, why is such a fate mine ?" Hours afterward he recovered enough to remove the gold and jewels from the treasure ship to his home on the island.

With more jewels than a king, he lived the lonely life of a hermit and a pauper, dreading to die, lest the vultures pluck out his eyes..