It was a long while before Wolfert came to himself.  When he opened his eyes the ruddy streaks of the morning were already shooting up the sky.  He found himself lying in the bottom of a boat, grievously battered.  He attempted to sit up but was too sore and stiff to move.  A voice requested him in friendly accents to lie still.  He turned his eyes toward the speaker:  it was Dirk Waldron.  He had dogged the party, at the earnest request of Dame Webber and her daughter, who, with the laudable curiosity of their sex, had pried into the secret consultations of Wolfert and the doctor.  Dirk had been completely distanced in following the light skiff of the fisherman, and had just come in time to rescue the poor money-digger from his pursuer.

Thus ended this perilous enterprise.  The doctor and Mud Sam severally found their way back to the Manhattoes, each having some dreadful tale of peril to relate.  As to poor Wolfert, instead of returning in triumph, laden with bags of gold, he was borne home on a shutter, followed by a rabble route of curious urchins.  His wife and daughter saw the dismal pageant from a distance, and alarmed the neighborhood with their cries:  they thought the poor man had suddenly settled the great debt of nature in one of his wayward moods.  Finding him, however, still living, they had him conveyed speedily to bed, and a jury of old matrons of the neighborhood assembled to determine how he should be doctored.  The whole town was in a buzz with the story of the money-diggers.  Many repaired to the scene of the previous night’s adventures:  but though they found the very place of the digging, they discovered nothing that compensated for their trouble.  Some say they found the fragments of an oaken chest and an iron pot lid, which savored strongly of hidden money; and that in the old family vault there were traces of holes and boxes, but this is all very dubious.

In fact, the secret of all this story has never to this day been discovered:  whether any treasure was ever actually buried at that place, whether, if so, it was carried off at night by those who had buried it; or whether it still remains there under the guardianship of gnomes and spirits until it shall be properly sought for, is all matter of conjecture.  For my part I incline to the latter opinion; and make no doubt that great sums lie buried, both there and in many other parts of this island and its neighborhood, ever since the times of the buccaneers and the Dutch colonists; and I would earnestly recommend the search after them to such of my fellow citizens as are not engaged in any other speculations.