On the other side of this dreary waste Thalassa led the way across a ledge to firmer ground and a grave.

Charles gathered that the occupant of the grave had been coffined in a seaman's chest in his clothes: "There he was, with his bottles of diamonds in his coat pockets, and more in his leather bag in his breast pocket, just as I left him twelve months afore to go to the other end of the world looking for what I'd buried." A grim smile curved Thalassa's face as he uttered these words; the idea seemed to contain elements of humour for him.
"They were diamonds, then ?" said Charles curiously.
"Ay; they were diamonds right enough.

Him--Turold--said they were diamonds as soon as he uncorked one of the bottles and poured a few into the palm of his hand.

There was some rare big ones in one of the bottles--enough to have brought all those fools tumbling out of Africa if they'd know of them.

From some papers they found on the chap Turold said he'd must a-been prospecting in nigh every part of the world." "How did he come to be buried there with his diamonds, in that lonely spot ?" asked Charles wonderingly.
"He was a passenger, and died as we was passing the island.