"Yes," Jack answered, "the place is so small that any strange faces would be instantly noted. Suppose I skip down there and see what I can learn?"
"I think that a good idea," replied Ned, "only you"re such a reckless chap that you"re likely to get into trouble."
"I"ll be the good little lad," laughed Jack. "You remain here and see that no one steals the boat while I size up that burg."
Jack was off, creeping through the undergrowth, before Ned could utter a warning, and the latter sat down to wait for his return. The cl.u.s.ter of buildings was not very far away, and Jack could not be gone very long.
Ned was pretty well satisfied with the arrangements made to corner the men who had plundered the wreck. With Jimmie watching operations from the bottom and Jack investigating from the land, it seemed to him that the robbers could not well make any important move without being observed.
In the meantime Jack was making his way toward the little town, if such it may be called, at the head of the bay. He could see people moving about in the one lane-like street, but there was no one nearer him than that--as he at first believed.
Presently, however, he heard a low whistle, coming, apparently, from a thicket just ahead. It seemed to be an amazed whistle, at that, and Jack paused in wonder.
Who could it be? If any of the people on the Shark had come onto the island they certainly wouldn"t be whistling to attract his attention.
More likely, he thought, they would be lying in wait for him with a gun. What he hoped was that some American, familiar with the island and friendly with the natives, had strayed into the thicket.
Jack whistled in reply and then stepped back out of sight. He had an idea that he wanted to see the other fellow first.
Before long a voice came out of the thicket, a voice which might have come from a tenement on Thompkins Square, in the city of New York.
"Vot iss?" were the words Jack heard.
"Show yourself!" commanded Jack.
"Py schimminy," came the answer, "you gif me in the pack one, two, dree pain. What?"
"You"re Dutch!" said Jack.
"Chermany!" corrected the other. "Come a liddle oudt."
Jack stepped out of the shelter and soon saw a boy of about seventeen do likewise. The boy was short, round, fat, muscular, and big and red of face. He was dressed in a checkered suit of ready-mades which did not fit him, and his blond head was covered with a cap such as German comedians use on the stage.
"h.e.l.lo, Dutch!" Jack called out.
"Irish!" exclaimed the other.
Jack threw out his right hand in full salute, wondering if the German boy was a member of the Boy Scout army, and was pleased to see him make an awkward attempt to respond.
"I got it my headt in," the German said, "but I can"t get it oudt. It shticks. Vot is? I"m the Owl Padrol, Philadelphia."
"No one from Philadelphia ever does remember," laughed Jack. "What are you doing here?"
The boy took himself by the back of the trousers with his right hand and by the back of his neck with the other, then bounced himself forward, as if being thrown out of a vessel or a building.
"You mean that you got fired off a ship here?" asked Jack, almost choking with laughter.
"You bet me I didt!" exclaimed the other. "I hidt in a lifeboad to get me pack to Gott"s goundry, an" they foundt me. Shoo! Kick! Den I schwim! Gott un himmel! Vot a goundry!"
"Where did you get aboard the ship?" asked Jack.
"Hongkong."
"What"s your name?"
"Hans Christensohnstopf--"
"Never mind the rest of it," laughed Jack. "I"ll call you Hans. How long have you been here?"
Hans ran his hands around his waist as if counting time by the number of meals he had missed.
"Month," he finally said.
"Where are you stopping?"
Hans explained that there was one English trader in the place, and that he was giving him about half what he needed to eat and a place to sleep in return for about ten hours work each day.
"Do you want to get away?" asked Jack.
"Aindt it?" cried Hans. "I think I"m foolish to stay here. You schwim here?"
Jack knew that it would take a long time to make Hans understand the means of transportation he had used in reaching that part of the world, so he merely shook his head and went on:
"If you"ll do something for me, Hans, I"ll take you off the island."
"Me--sure!" was the quick reply.
Jack then explained that he wished to know if there were any strangers in the town, and if anything had been seen of the submarine people.
Hans listened attentively.
"I"ll remain here until you come back," Jack said, after concluding his instructions. "Get the information and I"ll take you off the island and land you in Philadelphia."
"Sure!" cried Hans, and disappeared from view in the thicket.
Jack lay a long time watching the sky and listening to the singing leaves about him. He wished that he had instructed Hans to return to the place where he had left Ned and gone there himself to await the information he sought. The time pa.s.sed heavily on his hands.
Once he moved out to the place where he had entered the thicket and looked down toward the spot where Ned was. There was a certain amount of companionship in that. He did not dare leave the thicket entirely, for fear Hans would miss him on his return from the village.
When he returned to his waiting place, after this visit, and looked down on the village, shimmering in the hot sun, he saw that something unusual was going on there. Natives, clad in the long skirts worn by many Chinamen, were flying up and down the street, and Jack recognized three Europeans mixing into the excitement.
Then he saw people running toward the little wharf at the head of the bay. Hans did not appear to be within the range of Jack"s vision.
"There are doings of some kind down there," Jack mused, "and it seems to me that the foreigners created the row, whatever it is. I wonder if Hans will get out of it alive?"
The next moment Hans was there to answer for himself.
Jack saw the German lad chasing through the undergrowth as if the very Old Nick was after him, swinging his cap as he ran, and shouting out some words which he could not understand.
Finally Hans turned square about, pointed in the direction from which he had come, and resumed his flight toward Jack.