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"But are you sure this was the piece of coast line?" said the captain, rather sternly.
"Course I am. This is one of the places, and there's two more--one on 'em ash.o.r.e, 'bout fifty miles from here."
"Had we not better try that first?" said Dutch.
"What's the good o' your talking like that, sir, when you've brought diving things o' purpose to go down? No, I ain't half done yet. Here, I've finished my bacco; some 'un lend me a bit."
The mate handed him some, and Sam stood staring about, while the men were evidently laughing at his failure.
"Think, Ma.s.s' Oak.u.m, sah--"
"No, you don't," said Sam, who wanted some one on whom to vent his spleen. "You don't think, and you never did think, and never will with that thick skull of yours. So hold your tongue."
'Pollo held his tongue, put all the little nose he had in the air, and stalked off with great dignity to his galley.
"What do you propose doing?" said Captain Studwick.
"Lower down the jolly-boat," said Sam, after indulging in another good scratch.
This was immediately done, and with four men at the oars, and Dutch, Mr Parkley, the captain, and Oak.u.m for freight they pushed off from the schooner.
Oak.u.m took his place in the bows with Dutch, and then, directing the men to row very softly as he directed, they went slowly forward over the limpid waters.
"You keep a good lookout over the side, Mr Dutch Pugh," said Sam, "and I'll do the same. It's so clear that you can see seven or eight fathoms down; and if you see anything particular, give the word, and we'll stop."
Heedless of the blazing sun--which, however, made their task very easy, lighting up, as it did, the clear waters below--they zigzagged for hours in all directions from the schooner, seeing below groves and trees of coral of the most wondrous tints, among which darted and played fish banded with gold, vermilion, and azure, silvery-sided, olive, green, and blue of the brightest and every tint. Great sh.e.l.ls, almost as gay in colour, were slowly kept in motion by their inhabitants as they crawled over the surface of the many-hued rocks. Shoals of fish played amongst the moving seaweeds, and then flashed away like some brilliant silver firework as the shadow of the boat approached them, its shape being plainly seen on the sand below; and on every side new objects of beauty came into sight. Treasures of natural history there were of every kind, but not the treasure they sought; and at last, worn out with heat and disappointment, Mr Parkley proposed that they should return.
"What an opportunity," thought Dutch, as, after a growling protest, Sam Oak.u.m seated himself in the bottom of the boat and began viciously to cut off a wedge of tobacco--"what an opportunity we have given those on board for a rising, if there are any suspicious characters there." And then his heart leaped and his hand involuntarily sought his pistol as he thought of his wife and the danger to which she would be exposed.
"Suppose," he thought, as he shaded his eyes with his hand, and gazed at the distant vessel, "those two scoundrels should a.s.sume the command, and set us at defiance, we could never get back on board."
Me shuddered as these thoughts gained stronger power over him, and looked from one to the other; but it was evident that no such thoughts troubled them, for as the oars of the four sailors lazily dipped, and made the water flash and sparkle, he could see that his companions, listless with the heat, were leaning back and troubled more with disappointment about the failure.
"Look here everybody," cried Sam, suddenly, in a voice that, heard in that wonderful solitude, made every one start. "I'm not beat, you know; not a bit of it. Them there s.h.i.+ps is to be found--what's left of 'em-- and I'm going to find 'em."
"I hope you are, Oak.u.m," said the captain, quietly; "but don't boast.
The first effort has not been a successful one."
"I never said as I'd find 'em the first time," said Sam, sharply.
"'Taint likely as a man's going to sail a s.h.i.+p thousands o' miles and put her right on the spot. You wait a bit."
No one answered; and, to Dutch's great delight, they were soon back on board, to find everybody half asleep, and no sign whatever of danger; and though far from being disposed to greet his wife in the old way, he felt, in spite of himself, obliged to say a few kind words as she pressed forward to meet him, her eager eyes telling of her joy to see him back. Then he shrank away with a frown, for it seemed to him that the mulatto was watching them curiously, though the second time he glanced at the man he was busy arranging a brightly-coloured kerchief over his head, before leaning back against the bulwark with half-closed eyes.
Nothing had taken place in their absence, and a dead calm had fallen.
The heat was excessive, for not the faintest breath of air came from land or sea; but the beauty of the surroundings seemed to have its effect upon all, even to the lowest sailor; for as the evening came on, and the stars were lighted aloft, there was a dreamy delight in the darkening forest sh.o.r.e, where fireflies flitted; and once more strange whisperings, rustlings of trees, and splashes in the water were heard.
But they did not excite the superst.i.tious dread of the previous night; and at last, when most careful arrangements had been made by Captain Studwick to guard against internal and external surprise, watch was set, and the silence of death seemed to tall upon the schooner.
STORY ONE, CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
THE PROTECTORS OF THE TREASURE.
That night pa.s.sed away quietly enough, after a discussion as to future proceedings, when it had been decided to leave Sam Oak.u.m to his own devices; for they were so solely dependent upon his success that it would have been folly to interfere.
"It was easy enough at Ramwich to talk about sweeping the sea till we found what we sought," said Mr Parkley, dolefully; "but now we are here it seems as if we might hunt for our lifetimes without success."
"And yet that scoundrel discovered the old wrecks," said Dutch, firmly.
"What one man has done another can do. For my part, now we are out upon the adventure, I mean to stop till we succeed."
Mr Parkley patted him on the back, and looked up smilingly at him; and Dutch's words seemed to impart spirit to all present.
Sam Oak.u.m had insisted upon taking the first watch, declaring that he was not tired, and wanted to think; and the consequence was that the sun was well up before he put in an appearance on deck after his breakfast.
"Now, Oak.u.m," said Captain Studwick, rather impatiently, "what do you propose doing? Shall we up anchor and run along the coast a little way, and then anchor and have a fresh search?"
Sam did not reply, for he had his cake of tobacco in one hand and his knife in the other, and he was going to take a piece off for his morning refreshment. But knife and cake remained unemployed as his attention seemed fixed by something ash.o.r.e. Then the cake was thrust back into one pocket, the knife closed with a snap and thrust back into the other, and he took a glance round.
The s.h.i.+p was now swinging in a different direction to that which it had occupied on the previous day, and this seemed to puzzle Sam for the moment. The tide was low, too, and that made a difference in the surroundings--rocks standing clear of the water that were invisible before, and there was a ravine opened out that was not visible on the previous day.
"She's dragged her anchor a bit, hasn't she?" said Sam, at last.
"No," said the captain, "we were too close to those rocks, so I up with the anchor this morning, and let her drift a couple of hundred yards before dropping it again."
"Just hand us that double-barrel spygla.s.s o' yourn, Mr Pugh, will you please?" said Oak.u.m quietly; and when he had set it to the right focus for his eyes, he took a long look at the sh.o.r.e, shut the gla.s.s up, returned it, sat down on the deck, and taking out his tobacco and knife hewed off a good piece of the hard cake, and thrust it into his mouth without a word.
"Well, Mr Oak.u.m," said the captain, at last, with a look of annoyance on his face, "what is to be done next?"
"Send forrard for 'Pollo," said Sam, coolly.
The captain gave an impatient stamp, but turning to the mulatto, who was by the bulwark, sent him for the black cook.
"You want me, sah?" exclaimed 'Pollo, showing his white teeth.
"So I do, 'Pollo," said Sam, borrowing the gla.s.s again from Dutch, and, after focussing it, placing it flat on the bulwarks, and bringing it to bear on some object ash.o.r.e. "Now, come here, 'Pollo," he continued; "stoop down and take a squint through this here gla.s.s, and tell us what you see."
'Pollo stooped down to look through the gla.s.s.
"Not that way, you lubber," cried Sam. "What are you shutting one eye up for? Don't you see it's a double spygla.s.s?"
"Oh, yes, sah--I see, sah," said 'Pollo, bending down for another look.
"Now you're a-shutting up tother eye," cried Sam, sharply.
"Was I, sah? Well, so I tink I was. Now, den, I try bofe open togedder. Dat's him; I see beauful now. All de lubbly trees s.h.i.+nin' in de sun, and four big long trees lie down top o' one anoder. All blow down by de wind."
"And what's that, 'Pollo?" cried Sam, giving him a slap on the back, as he pointed to a rock lying under the shade of a point right aft.
"Dat am de rock like de wet monkey, Ma.s.s' Oak.u.m, sah. Dere, genelmen, I tell you I find de place easy 'nough."