Schwartz said that after he'd carried that heavy gold over the first day, he made up his mind he'd get the spending of it or bust.

That's why he hated so to throw it away.
There were lots of fishing boats in the harbour, and we hired one, and a man to run it for next to nothing a week.

We laid a course north, and in six days anchored in our bay.
I tell you it looked queer.

There were the charred sticks of the fire, and the coffeepot lying on its side.

We took off our hats at poor Billy's grave a minute, and then climbed over the cholla-covered hill carrying our picks and shovels, and the canvas sacks to take the treasure away in.
There was no trouble in reaching the sandy flat.