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`` But for the luck which turned the lance-pole beneath him , every bone he has would have been broken . '' `` What you call _ luck _ , Captain Gar ` ner , I call _ Providence _ , '' was Stephen 's answer . `` The good book tells us that not a sparrow shall fall without the eye of Divine Providence being on it . '' `` Now far he sweeps , where scarce a summer smiles , On Bhering 's rocks , or Greenland 's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow , From wastes that slumber in eternal snow , And waft across the waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf 's long howl from Oonalaska 's shore , '' Campbell . Roswell Gardiner set about his duties , the succeeding day , with a shade of deep reflection on his brow . A crisis had , indeed , come in his affairs , and it behooved him to look well to his proceedings . Daggett 's presence on the island was no longer of any moment to himself or his owner , but there remained the secret of the Key , and of the buried treasure .