HE TOLL OF THE GODS.

Venner’s order to heave the treasure-chests overboard was not given without a pang of regret. It was scarcely obeyed without threats; for the sailing master had been bitten by the treasure fever before his owner and guest came on board. Had they not appeared when they did, the schooner had gone without them, and Peters had already seen a golden vista ahead of him. He hesitated now, and Venner left the wheel vacant to urge him.

“Over with it, I say! At once! Here, Pearse, lend a hand here, man, before that witch’s great eyes mesmerize us again. See, she smiles yet, and comes nearer.”

Reluctantly the seamen raised one iron-bound chest to the rail and poised it there. From the water astern rang Dolores’s