To make a profit of such pitiful misadventures seemed an unmanly and a sordid act; and I began to think of my then quest as of something sacrilegious in its nature.

But when I remembered Mary, I took heart again.

My uncle would never consent to an imprudent marriage, nor would she, as I was persuaded, wed without his full approval.

It behoved me, then, to be up and doing for my wife; and I thought with a laugh how long it was since that great sea-castle, the _Espirito Santo_, had left her bones in Sandag Bay, and how weak it would be to consider rights so long extinguished and misfortunes so long forgotten in the process of time.
I had my theory of where to seek for her remains.

The set of the current and the soundings both pointed to the east side of the bay under the ledge of rocks.