Gareth stared down at Quentin digging with his hands. Why would someone go through so much trouble hiding a treasure? Why not put it in a safe and pass on the key? But seamen had their own way of doing things, he supposed. Whatever the explanation, Gareth thought it was an awful lot of trouble, and there was no way he was going to dig the cold ground with his hands. He'd never get the dirt out from under his nails. "I could go down into town and get a shovel...?" he suggested.

Also, were they going to get into trouble for digging on someone's property? He didn't want to get into trouble with the law. That prick Crane was probably dying for a reason to arrest him.