I TAKE FRENCH LEAVE ASHORE.
XXVI. THE WOMEN IN THE GRAVEYARD.
XXVII. THE MAN IN BLACK.
XXVIII. THE MASTER OF THE ISLAND.
XXIX. A BOAT ON THE BEACH.
XXX. THE SCREAM ON THE CLIFF.
XXXI. AARON GLASS.
XXXII. WE COME TO DR. BEAUREGARD'S HOUSE.
XXXIII. WE FIND THE TREASURE.
XXXIV. DOCTOR BEAUREGARD.
CHAPTER I.
HOW I FIRST MET WITH CAPTAIN COFFIN.
It was in the dusk of a July evening of the year 1813 (July 27, to be
precise) that on my way back from the mail-coach office, Falmouth, to
Mr. Stimcoe's Academy for the Sons of Gentlemen, No. 7, Delamere
Terrace, I first met Captain Coffin as he came, drunk and cursing, up
the Market Strand, with a rabble of children at his heels. I have
reason to remember the date and hour of this encounter, not only for
its remarkable consequences, but because it befell on the very day
and within an hour or two of my matriculation at Stimcoe's.
That afternoon I had arrived at Falmouth by Royal Mail, in charge of
Miss Plinlimmon, my father's housekeeper; and now but ten minutes ago
I had seen off that excellent lady and waved farewell to her--not
without a sinking of the heart--on her return journey to Minden
Cottage, which was my home.
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