CHAPTER III

A TALE OF TREASURE Tom Cameron first of all indicated his desire for several of the toys the man had in his basket, besides the one he was completing in his hand. Tom did this with premeditation. Any man may have his softer side. “So you did not get that wooden leg from falling from aloft—or having it bit off by a shark?” the young fellow advanced, smiling at the mariner. “No, sir. You’re mighty right I didn’t. I got me that timber-toe after that row in Portygee Pedro’s place in Nassau. And a nasty time that were, …