The Rushton Boys at Treasure Cove Part 11

"Didn't he give any hint of where this fight and robbery had taken place?" asked Fred.

"No, except that Mark says the man often spoke of Bartanet Shoals. Of course, that may have meant something and it may have meant nothing.

Still, judging from where the boat was found, it probably was somewhere within fifty miles of here."

"Fifty miles," murmured Bill. "That's an awful lot of territory to cover."

"Wasn't there anything in the little boat to give a clue?" asked Teddy.

"Not a thing except that it had the name '_Ranger_' painted on the stern. That showed that it must have come from a large boat of that name."

"Are you sure that Mark didn't tell you anything else that might give us a hint?" asked Lester. "Try to remember, Dad."

"Well," mused his father, "I didn't question him very much at the time, because I felt as he did, that it was just the foolish raving of a man who was out of his head."

"How far is Milton from here?" questioned Bill.

"Only a matter of twenty-five miles or so," was the answer.

"We'll go over and see Mark the first chance we get," said Lester decidedly. "He may drop something when we put him through the third degree that may put us on the trail."

"That's a good idea," commented his father. "Mark's growing pretty old now and his memory isn't as good as it was, but he may remember something that will be of use. At any rate there's no harm in trying."

"We have something to work with now," said Fred cheerily. "We've been able to check up Ross' story and know that he wasn't dreaming. Then, too, we have the name of the man who actually found Mr. Montgomery when he was set adrift, if that's the way he came into the open boat."

"But there must be more," persisted Lester. "What did you mean, Dad, when you said that the gold wasn't buried but that it was hidden?"

"You're right," admitted his father, "there is more that happened some time later."

CHAPTER XI

THE SMUGGLERS' FLIGHT

The boys were all on edge as they awaited further developments.

"Six years ago," resumed Mr. Lee, "an old sailor, named Tom Bixby, who had sailed on the same s.h.i.+p with me in the old days, drifted down this way, and hearing that I had charge of the lighthouse came over to see me. Tom was always a decent sort of fellow, and I was glad to see him and talk over the old times when we had sailed the seas together.

"He stayed here a couple of days and one night he told me a strange story.

"It seems that his last trip had been on a four-master sailing out of Halifax. She had been rather short-handed, and the skipper had been worrying about where he could get enough sailors to work his craft.

"While he was casting around, he was surprised and glad one day to have half a dozen burly fellows come aboard and offer to sign articles for the voyage. They told a story of just having finished a trip on a tramp from Liverpool, and as they were all messmates they were anxious to get a berth together on the same s.h.i.+p.

"The captain didn't ask any question--no captain ever does when he happens to be short-handed--and he signed the men on at once. That very night the s.h.i.+p hove her anchor and put out to sea.

"They were to go around Cape Horn, and it would be at least two years and maybe more before they would see home again.

"Tom said that the men were good, smart sailors and no mistake. But there was something queer about them. They didn't mix much with the others of the crew. They would gather together in a little knot when they were off duty and talk in whispers. It seemed as though some secret held them together.

"The man who seemed to be most influential among them was a big Portuguese named Manuel. The others seemed to stand in fear of him. He didn't seem like a common sailor, but acted as if he were used to giving orders instead of obeying them.

"Tom said that at last he got rather chummy with one of them, named d.i.c.k, and used to have long talks with him. From what the man let slip, Tom learned that he had pa.s.sed most of his life in the coastwise trade, and though he didn't say right out that he had been a smuggler, Tom guessed as much.

"One night d.i.c.k, while reefing sails in a blow, had a bad fall from aloft. He was a very sick man for a while, and the skipper didn't know whether he'd pull through or not. The captain detailed Tom to look after him, and in that way they got more confidential than ever.

"One day d.i.c.k had a turn for the worse and thought he was going to die.

He was dreadfully scared and after a good deal of beating around the bush, told Tom that he wanted to get something off his mind. He didn't want to die, he said, without having made a clean breast of it.

"Then he went on to say that he had been a seaman on board a coastwise trader called the _Ranger_ that hailed from some Canadian port not far from Halifax. She did a good deal of legitimate trading, but mixed in with this a considerable amount of smuggling.

"Her captain was a man named Ramsay----"

"That's the very name Ross gave us," broke in Teddy excitedly.

"He was a hard man, but, outside the smuggling, a straight one," resumed Mr. Lee, "and the people along the coast had confidence in him.

"One day a man, whose name d.i.c.k didn't remember, came aboard for a trip to the New England coast. He had considerable luggage, and among other things there was a heavy box that it took two men to handle. The man had them put the box in his cabin, although some other things he permitted to be placed in the hold.

"They had only been a day or two out, when Ramsay was killed by a tackle block that fell from aloft while he was walking the deck. The mate, Manuel, who d.i.c.k explained was the big Portuguese, took command and the captain was buried at sea.

"The pa.s.senger seemed to grow nervous after the captain's death, and kept pretty closely to his room. But he couldn't stay there always, and one day when he entered it he found Manuel there trying to open the chest. There was a fight right away, and in the struggle the man was badly hurt by a blow from a hatchet that Manuel had in his hand.

"The whole crew had been drawn to the spot by the struggle, and d.i.c.k says they were all scared, even Manuel himself, at the outcome of the fight. Manuel would have robbed, but neither he nor the others would have gone so far as to murder.

"But they had got into the sc.r.a.pe now, and felt that they might as well be hung for sheep as for lambs. They had pa.s.sed Bartanet Shoals a few hours before the fight took place----"

"That's why Mr. Montgomery kept harping on that, I suppose," said Lester. "It was one of his last conscious thoughts."

"That must have been it," said his father. "They opened the box and got the surprise of their lives. d.i.c.k said that there was nothing but gold pieces, and it shone so that it dazzled their eyes."

"Did he say how much there was?" asked Bill.

"d.i.c.k said he didn't know, but it must have been a great many thousands of dollars. d.i.c.k was an ignorant fellow and he said he didn't know that there was as much money as that in the world.

"At any rate, there was more money than any one of them could ever hope to earn at the beggarly wages they were getting. They took an oath then and there that they would divide the gold evenly among them, and all swore to take the life of any one who betrayed the others.

"They didn't dare keep on their voyage to the port where they were going. There would have been too much explaining to do. So they made for a cove on the coast----"

"Where was it? What was its name? How far from here?" came in a chorus from the boys.

"A cove on the coast," went on Mr. Lee, disregarding the interruption, "where they could think things over and make their plans. They anch.o.r.ed at a little distance out, and came into the cove in a small boat, carrying the chest of gold and the unconscious pa.s.senger. They carried the gold ash.o.r.e and left the pa.s.senger in the boat. But in the excitement, they must have failed to draw the boat far enough up on the sand. At all events, it got adrift and floated out into the darkness.

"When they missed it, they were panic-stricken. They didn't know what to do with the gold. If it had been in small bills that couldn't have been traced, the matter would have been easy enough. But they feared that if Mr. Montgomery escaped and recovered there would be a regular hue and cry, and a close watch kept for any one who was spending gold pieces, which is rather an unusual thing to do in these days of paper money. Of course, professional sharpers would have found some way out, but these men were not that, and now that they had taken part in a crime they were in deadly fear of detection.

"They concluded at last that the best thing they could do for the present was to leave the gold in its chest carefully concealed in that lonely place, sail their s.h.i.+p to some harbor where they could sell it for what it would bring, and then s.h.i.+p together on a long voyage that would keep them out of the country until the storm blew over. Thus each could watch the others and when they got back they could get the chest and divide the gold among them.