"some great cannon among the rocks, near where the shrub was growing."

No sooner had he spoken, than the English sailors knew that they had found
the very spot where the Spanish galleon had been wrecked so many years
before. The other Indian divers immediately plunged over the boat’s side,
and swam headlong down, groping among the rocks and sunken cannon. In a
few moments one of them rose above the water, with a heavy lump of silver
in his arms. That single lump was worth more than a thousand dollars. The
sailors took it into the boat, and then rowed back as speedily as they
could, being in haste to inform Captain Phips of their good luck.

But, confidently as the Captain had hoped to find the Spanish wreck, yet
now that it was really found, the news seemed too good to be true. He
could not believe it till the sailors showed him the lump of silver.

"Thanks be to God!" then cries Captain Phips. "We shall every man of us
make our fortunes!"

Hereupon the Captain and all the crew set to work, with iron rakes and
great hooks and lines, fishing for gold and silver at the bottom of the
sea. Up came the treasure in abundance. Now they beheld a table of solid
silver, once the property of an old Spanish Grandee. Now they found a
sacramental vessel, which had been destined as a gift to some Catholic
church. Now they drew up a golden cup, fit for the king of Spain to drink
his wine out of. Perhaps the bony hand of its former owner had been
grasping the precious cup, and was drawn up along with it. Now their rakes
or fishing lines were loaded with masses of silver bullion. There were
also precious stones among the treasure, glittering and sparkling, so that
it is a wonder how their radiance could have been concealed.