Frontier Boys in the South Seas Part 36

The steward did not know. He told of liberating Jim, who had gotten into the Sea Eagle's dory, and had ordered the two Swedes who manned the oars, and who of course did not know him, to row him ash.o.r.e. The steward, filled with remorse for his treachery to the professor, had later swam to the land and, uncertain what to do, now really welcomed his capture.

"We will leave your fate to later consideration," said the professor, "and if Jim is not found on board, it will go hard with you."

The other made no protest to this decision and promptly they undertook the return journey to their s.h.i.+p.

Every precaution was taken to prevent the escape of the steward, but he made no effort in that direction. He walked with bowed head, misery in his face and manner.

Fully two thirds of their return journey had been accomplished when they were startled by the sound of three long blasts from the Storm King whistle. What new danger might portend?

Onward now they pressed with the utmost speed, and arriving at the water's edge they saw the welcome sight of the Storm King riding safely at anchor, and recognized two familiar figures on the bridge. Jim was one, safe and sound to all appearances, and the other Jranvin, the Rarihue chief.

Another sight greeted their eyes. It was two long, rakish crafts, manned by many dusky islanders which lay peacefully enough along side the big s.h.i.+p.

In a brief interval all were on board and explanations were in order.

Jim was uproariously welcomed and quickly told his story, which brought astonishment to the ears of his listeners. Briefly this was his tale: The steward had unlocked his door and paved the way for his escape, but Jim had not rowed ash.o.r.e. He had observed the contending factions of the two s.h.i.+ps, who having rescued from the water those who had fallen overboard from the long boat, for the nonce fraternized and were bent on a visit to the Marjorie for further orgies and libations.

Noting the absence of Broome's men from the decks of the Sea Eagle, Jim had quickly changed his plan. He had ordered his two oarsmen to row him to that vessel. On the deck he had found only the Swedes and their commander, Captain Luhrensen. Boarding the s.h.i.+p, Jim had said: "I am the owner of this boat."

It was an astonis.h.i.+ng declaration, but Jim drew from his pocket papers which bore out his a.s.sertion, and he soon won to his standard the s.h.i.+p-wrecked commander, and with him, of course, went his crew. At once the s.h.i.+p had been gotten under way. Broome and his crew were all on board the Marjorie. It was evident that Beauchamp and Broome and other officers were securely imprisoned in the Marjorie cabin while the sailors were discussing with more or less forceful animation their next move.

Jim, with the decks of his beloved Sea Eagle once more beneath his feet, had made all speed under sail and steam to the entrance of the harbor where lay the Storm King, and had come aboard to report his safety and the successful outcome of his venture.

One startling tale had scarcely been a.s.similated when another was offered for their consideration.

The chief of Rarihue stepped forward and embracing the professor, said: "You remember this morning I told you that the treasure for which you sought had gone? It is gone from the cave in which you hoped to find it.

But I will tell you now, I am the present possessor."

"Then I congratulate you most heartily," responded the professor. "May you live long and enjoy it."

The chief shook his head, smiling the while. "I may find use for a little of this wealth," he said, "and I am going to ask you, my dear friend, to take it back with you."

"I will most gladly do your bidding."

"And fairly rewarded you shall be. I can trust you and I like the looks of your a.s.sociates." Saying this, he walked to the gunwale and called in their native tongue to the occupants in the boats.

Upon his order, many bags of woven gra.s.s, their contents of considerable weight, were hoisted aboard.

"Ten per cent of what this realizes, and I think there is value to a quarter of a million, I want deposited to my credit in the Bank of England. I may never call for it, but _all the remainder is yours_."

"Hurrah for the chief of Rarihue!" cried Tom, and a right ringing cheer was given.

"And now," said Jim, "we must not tarry here. Professor, you have won out and do not need me any longer. I have my Sea Eagle and her papers indent her to Cuba. With Captain ter Tofte Luhrensen as sailing master, to Cuba she shall go."

To Cuba the Sea Eagle did go, as those interested in the fortunes of the Frontier Boys may learn in a volume to follow, "The Frontier Boys in Cuba."

"You are released, albeit with reluctance," slowly answered the professor, "and my thanks for your valued aid. Your share of our success will be deposited in the Bank of America, New York, against your homecoming."

"And whom can you spare to go with me, and who wants to go to fight for freedom's cause?"

Jo and Juarez were quickly by his side and with less alacrity, Tom joined them. All looked at Berwick.

"Mine for a quiet life," said that worthy, laughing. "I shall stay by the professor."

A word more as to the steward. After careful consideration and a talk with Mr. Jranvin, he was left with the islanders. He deserved punishment, but his belated renunciation of his evil ways and his helpfulness to Jim were taken into account.

As Jim had said, there was no time to be wasted, and within an hour adieux had been said, and the two s.h.i.+ps were steaming in absolutely diverse directions, the one to San Francisco and the other to Cuba.

THE END.