Jack North's Treasure Hunt Part 22

"What s.h.i.+p is that?"

"The merchant s.h.i.+p, _Santa Clara_, Senor Captain, now sinking from the effects of your shot."

"Lay to and I'll come aboard."

This command was not obeyed.

The doomed vessel was now lurching fearfully, and Jack knew that he could not leave it any too soon for his own safety of life. Fortunately the sh.o.r.e was not so far away but he believed he could reach it, and throwing off his outer garments, he leaped into the water.

The Peruvians were struggling in every direction, the boat having been upset by them in their mad endeavors to save themselves. Jack knew that the farther he got away from them and the quicker he did it, the better it would be for him. He left them in their furious, but futile, efforts to escape or drown, as their attempts for life deserved.

After swimming a short distance he looked back to find that he was just in season to witness the fate of the s.h.i.+p. He saw her make a sudden lurch forward, and then she seemed to right herself for a moment, but it was her death struggle, for with the next breath she went downward, quickly disappearing from sight forever.

"Another plan gone wrong," thought Jack, "and again I am where I began."

A less courageous youth than Jack North must have given up then, but with the stern determination of his nature not to give up, he resumed his swimming, reaching the land half an hour later.

"This is worse than before," he said ruefully, as he viewed his drenched figure, "for I did save my coat then. Yes, and my cargo of nitrate is still on the mountain waiting for me. I think I will toss up a cent to see what I shall do next. No! come to think of it, I haven't got the cent to do that!"

His first thought was to return to the machine shop in Tocopilla, but as De la Pama was nearer he decided to go there in the morning. "It is useless for me to remain here," he reasoned, "I wonder how many of the Peruvians have escaped? They were a set of cowards anyway, and the captain the biggest fool of them all. I hope he will make good use of my money."

Jack laid down supperless that night under the green blanket of a Peruvian forest, and he went on toward De la Pama the next morning breakfastless, thinking:

"There is one thing certain, I will not take Plum's job from him. If he has no fireman, and will accept me, I will go as his helper."

Though he did not seek immediately his friend, almost the first person he saw in town was Plum. It would be difficult to say which was the more surprised.

"What! not gone to the States, Jack?"

"No, Plum."

"Something gone wrong, Jack, again?"

"About my usual luck, Plum. I am where I began--without a cent in my pocket," and he quickly told the other what had befallen him since they had parted.

"It's too bad, Jack, but I'll tell you what I'll do. I have what amounts to three hundred dollars that I've saved and every dollar of it is yours till you can pay it back."

"I could not think of taking your hard earnings, Plum, for it is uncertain if I should ever be able to pay it back.

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, but must look for work again."

"Then you shall have my job, Jack. I had rather fire anyway; honest, Jack."

"Thank you again, Plum, and it's just like your generosity, but I cannot rob you of your situation. How does your fireman do?"

"Tip-top, I am sorry to say. To tell the truth, Jack, he does so well I am afraid he will get my job away from me. I wish you would take the lever again, Jack, and let me fire. I never had so good a time in my life as I did then."

This was a little past noon, and a few minutes later Jack would be obliged to part with Plum, who must start on his return to St. Resa.

"There is one favor you can do me, Plum. If you will lend me money enough to buy a pair of oxen I will begin to team a cargo of nitrate down myself.

I do not feel you will take much risk in letting me have that amount."

"I only wish you would take more, Jack."

"I think I have hit on a better plan this time," said Jack, as he took the loan. "I am going to draw enough for a s.h.i.+pload down on the Bolivian coast and house it there until an American s.h.i.+p comes into harbor.

"I may have to wait a long time, but it will be best in the end."

With his oldtime vivacity Jack set out on his new undertaking. He soon found a yoke of oxen to his liking, and finding he had money enough he bought a second pair. Then he started for the mountain ridge where he had so unceremoniously left his two loads of nitrate so long before.

He did not expect to recover the one that had gone over the precipice, though it had not moved from its singular position. To his joy he found the other just where he had left it. The rust had gathered on the iron-work and the sun had discolored the wood, but the wagon was in running order, and as the path from this point was generally descending he had no trouble in drawing the load, though his team consisted of one yoke of oxen less than before.

It would be tedious to follow him in his long, lonely journeys to Cobija, on the coast of Bolivia, where he stored his nitrate until he had there enough for a s.h.i.+p's cargo. During the time his cattle lived by feeding on the gra.s.s that grew on the more fertile places along the route, while he lived on whatever food he could pick up, sleeping at night under his cart.

He had no further use for his oxen, so he sold them at the first favorable opportunity, realizing enough for them to pay back the money he had borrowed of his friend, with a fair rate of interest. Surely he had made a more auspicious beginning this time.

Chapter XXII

The Fate of Plum Plucky

It had been three months since Jack had seen Plum, so he resolved to go to De la Pama and see his friend before making another move in his venture.

But he had not left town before he was surprised to meet his friend, who had come to Cobija in search of him.

"Lost my job and so I thought I would hunt you up," said the latter, bluntly. "Got a stunning piece of news for you, too. There is an American brig s.h.i.+p just above here at the next town, and I made bold to ask him to take your cargo to New York. He says he will do it for a snip in the profits."

This was a bit of news worth hearing, and in the exuberance of his spirits, Jack flung his cap high into the air and threw his arms about the neck of his friend.

"At last I believe my dream will be fulfilled, but I shall never forget it was you who helped to accomplish it. But I want to pay the money I owe you."

"Not yet, Jack; better keep it awhile longer. I know it is safe. You may need it you know. Besides I am going to the States with you. I have got enough of this country. The war grows hotter and hotter up St. Resa way. I am homesick!"

Jack lost no time in seeing the captain of the brig, a man named Hillgrove, and who gave our hero a most cordial greeting. He had been in Bouton daring his adventurous career, though he could give Jack no information of his friends. He knew John Fowler, the great engine builder, and that simple fact gave him confidence in the young speculator, who must have presented a not very favorable appearance to him.

Jack's long exposure to the tropical sun had fairly blackened his countenance, his hair was long and unkempt, while his clothes were sadly in need of repair, or more truthfully new ones to take their place. But there was an honest frankness in his manner, and Captain Hillgrove entered into the spirit of the venture with a hearty good-will. The bluff old sea dog, too, true to his nature, was anxious to get out to sea again as soon as possible.

"I must and will get out of this infernal country within a week," he said.

"So I will run down to Cobija as soon as possible, and if your nitrates is on board by that time the old _Elizabeth_ will be good-natured."

Plum having decided to go home with Jack, it was necessary for him to return to De la Pama for his money.

"I will be back sure, Jack, on the third, if not before," were his parting words.

Captain Hillgrove ran into Cobija the next morning, when the loading of the nitrates was begun with as little delay as possible, Jack feeling in the best of spirits as he superintended the work.