When they got outside he whispered in his ear: "You shall see where it is buried before I die.

It has made my life wretched; it may make yours happy." He paused for a few seconds, and looking back, saw the two men standing watch at the door.
"Come," said he, beckoning to them, "you may as well come, too." The men joined them, and when they had reached a spot about twenty rods from the cabin, they came to a square pile of stones, in a dark wood on the side of a hill.

The old man sat down, and resting his arms on the stones, continued: "Here, buried three feet below these stones, is gold and silver enough to make you all rich for life, and perhaps happy.
Churches, convents, ships, and even life itself have contributed to it.
All I now seek is peace in Heaven; and yet I cannot get that with this gold, for it is the price of crime and death.

Take it, take it; and when my life of sorrow is ended, and these poor old bones shall move no more, divide it among yourselves; and if Heaven sends you a deliverance from this lonely island, so live that it may bring you blessings, not curses, as it has done me." Three days after what I have described in the above paragraph took place, Tite and the two sailors returned from the coast and were alarmed to find the cabin deserted.

They waited for a short time, and then searched the woods in the vicinity, but could find nothing of the old man.