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The mid-day sun was almost directly overhead, and there was scarcely a breath of air stirring.
When an hour had pa.s.sed, Norris was on nettles again. He had smoked three pipefuls, to calm his nerves. Again and again he made short excursions to the east to antic.i.p.ate the return of Carlos.
Ray had been observing him. "Say, Norris," he said, "there won't be slow music at your funeral."
Then, finally, Carlos turned up. He beckoned us to follow him. We tramped two more miles, much of it through a heavy bushy growth. And then at last he halted us in a screen of bush, whence we looked out on the waters of a small cove, almost surrounded by palms, whose tall trunks leaned over the white sand beach. Resting in that cove was a schooner--the _Orion_.
"Duran, he go on board," said Carlos.
We could see the figures of black sailors on the deck; and with binoculars distinguished their white master, Duran.
"Well, and now then?" said Norris.
"Yes, what next, Wayne?" said Ray, "Norris and I are ready to bust."
There was only one thing to do. We must have the _Pearl_ ready to follow when the _Orion_ should sail.
"And when do you think she'll sail?" asked Julian.
"Sometime after dark, more than likely," said Robert.
It was Captain Marat, Robert and Julian, that went for the _Pearl_. They were to bring her to within a few miles of this cove, and pick up the rest of us in a small boat. They had ten miles ahead of them, most of it along the beach, and the going all good, where the sand was hard with moisture.
The hot tropic sun beat down on us in the brush, where we crouched, sweltering, till Carlos found us a less ovenlike lookout, under the palms of a tongue of land to the west of the cove. Our move got us some closer, too, to the object of our interest. And it was but a short run to the opposite side of the point, where we could have an eye on the coming of the _Pearl_.
I took occasion to show Carlos that gold ring I had found in Duran's hiding-place. He showed surprise and some emotion at sight of it.
"That my father's ring," he declared. "He have that ring on his finger that day he went away with Duran--an' never come back. My father he tell us he in the city have that ring made of gold he take from hees mine. He was no voodoo, my father, but I do not know why he have thee ring made like the serpent. He was mostly negro--my mother was Carib."
Carlos refused the ring. He asked that I keep it for him, till he should ask for it. It was when we were all at sea one day, he asked for the ring. I handed it toward him, and he held up a belaying pin, asking me to thrust it on the point. And then with much tapping with a hammer, he blotted out the serpent; and on the broad part, where the head had been, he contrived a cross, using hammer and chisel. This done, he was content to take the ring his father had worn.
"Now thee ring be good luck," he said. And he placed it on his finger.
There was apparently little activity on board the _Orion_, though once or twice we heard the laugh of a sailor wafted in on the light breeze.
The hot, tedious hours dragged along, one after the other, with tropic la.s.situde; till finally the shadows of the palms had spread over the waters of the cove. And at last, too, Grant Norris came to tell us that the _Pearl_ had come to anchor, about three miles away.
It was then activity began on board Duran's schooner: The binoculars showed us sailors throwing off the gaskets. And then--and this to us was a surprise--up went her sails.
"Surely," said Ray, "they can't be going to make a start yet?"
"We'd better hump," began Norris, "or they'll be getting away before we get aboard the _Pearl_."
"Wait," I said, "I don't believe they'll sail before dark."
"Always," offered Carlos, "when they sail from the city it is dark."
"I'm thinking," said Ray, "that what that Duran finds to do in daylight wouldn't make a long sermon."
One thing led to another, and soon we were in the midst of that newly popular discussion of the probable location of the gold mine. "Well,"
concluded Grant Norris, "it can't be very far, if Carlos's father made the trip overland, there and back, in five or six days."
Carlos re-affirmed his statement. "The first time he is away some weeks, when he come back very happy, and say he have find gold mine, and he show us gold. But he have been away five and six day and come back."
It was then the schooner again took our notice, for the sails began to come down again, and soon they were all snug between gaffs and booms.
"Just shaking the wrinkles out of them," suggested Ray.
The sun was now nearing the horizon. Norris and Ray hurried up the beach, to get themselves aboard the _Pearl_, and have Captain Marat move down, after dark, close to the point on its west. Thus this tongue of land with its tall palms, would still hold a screen between the two schooners.
Night, with the precipitancy peculiar to the tropics, rose up and lay its black cloak over everything. While the stars were out bright, the moon was not due till near daylight. An hour Carlos and I waited, watching that dark spot in the cove that represented the _Orion_. Then Norris and Robert joined us. Our schooner now lay about a mile from sh.o.r.e, they told us. The land breeze soon sprung up, and still there was no movement in the cove.
"Looks like they've settled down there for the night," suggested Robert.
"Don't say that," said Norris.
Then came a faint flash of light over there, and in another minute we heard the squeak of a block.
"The sails are going up!" I said. "Now back to the _Pearl_."
We hurried on among the pillar-like trunks of palms; in a little we were in the small boat, and at last the _Pearl_ took us in.
"They're making sail," I told Captain Marat.
He took me into the cabin, and showed me the chart. There was there shown a long shoal, that would necessitate the _Orion_ pa.s.sing us and going some miles west, to round the end of the shoal, and so out to sea, for a run down the coast to the east. "Unless," said Captain Marat, "they have some safe pa.s.sage through the shoal, say through here." And he pointed to a place opposite the point, where the depth figures indicated such a possible pa.s.sage.
We got on a jib, and crawled out a bit nearer to the place indicated; and again we let down the anchor.
We had not long to wait this time. A dark object moved into our view.
With a distant squeak of a block or two, it turned seaward. We were not many minutes getting under way. We lost sight of the _Orion_ before we got way on, and when we were well beyond the shoal, we took our course east at a guess.
We had sailed there an hour, covering some miles, before that dark ma.s.s again showed before us. We then almost ran the other schooner down, for she lay hove to, her sails flapping. With quick work Captain Marat likewise brought the _Pearl_ about.
During the maneuver I had had opportunity to note that a small boat of the _Orion_ had separated itself from that vessel, and was a little way sh.o.r.eward. But at our coming the boat turned about, and made back to the _Orion_ again.
That vessel's sails directly filled once more, its bowsprit pointing down the coast. The _Pearl_ was not long in falling into its wake. And then came a flash and report from the _Orion_. Norris rushed into the cabin, brought out his rifle and sent a bullet after that vessel.
"t.i.t for tat!" he said. "I'll bet that that cooled his enthusiasm."
The enemy did not see fit to continue the exchange.
"Humph--'t.i.t for tat'" mused Ray. "Norris and Duran talk to one another in the old code."
"Oh, and maybe you can tell what we were saying," bantered Norris.
"Sure," said Ray. "That fellow's 'tat' said--'Don't you dare follow me!'
and your 't.i.t' said--'You're another.'"
"You're a mighty wise gazabo," said Norris.