But I verily believe that it was old Robin who passed away, and that this man is none other but young Robin; and that in him and him alone is reposed the secret of the lost treasure, that he may one day have it for his own." "And why to him ?" questioned Cuthbert, drawing his brows together in the effort to understand; "why to him rather than to Miriam or any other of the tribe ?" "Verily because he was the one being in the world beloved of Long Robin.

Miriam he trusted not, for that she was a woman, and he held that no woman, however faithful, might be trusted with a secret.

I have heard him say so a hundred times, and have seen her flinch beneath the words, whilst her eyes flashed fire.

Methinks that Long Robin loved gold with the miser's greed--loved to hoard and not to spend--loved to feel it in his power, but desired not to touch it.
Miriam was content so long as vengeance on the Trevlyns had been taken.

She wanted not the gold herself so long as it was hidden from them.