"No," said Dave emphatically. "He knows too much to try it! Mr.
Adair," he continued, warmly grasping the artist"s hand, "you have done us a service you little dream of."
"Glad of that," responded Adair, with a hearty smile.
"I don"t know how to thank you. May I have this picture for a day or two?"
"Keep it--I"ve got the negative. Time to go, I fancy," added Adair, as the crew crowded with the repair tackle in their direction.
Dave saw the artist safely into the skiff, waved his hand in adieu, and went in search of his father.
Amos Fearless sat in the cabin, immersed in deep thought.
"What is the captain going to do, father?" asked Dave.
"He"s all worked up, and I hardly know how to take him," replied Mr.
Fearless. "His only idea for the present is to get away from Minotaur Island; he says they"re a set of conscienceless plunderers."
"He is right in that," declared Dave. "Did you suggest to him anything about searching for the stolen gold?"
"I did, Dave."
"What did he say?" eagerly asked Dave.
"He shook his head gloomily, said he would like to help us out, but according to his contract with the owners of the _Swallow_, he was due in San Francisco. You see, this cruise was taken by him under direction of Doctor Barrell. The doctor having accomplished his mission, there is nothing for him to do but to get the government collection of curiosities home as soon as possible."
Dave looked somewhat cast down at this unfavorable report. Of course, without the _Swallow_ at their service it was useless to think further of the stolen treasure.
"Well, father," he said, after a long, thoughtful spell, "just let things rest as they are for the present. Only I wish you would warn Captain Broadbeam to keep close watch over the _Swallow_ and to allow no strangers aboard."
"Why," exclaimed the old diver, "is there danger?"
"In the air and all around us," declared Dave. "I don"t want to alarm you, father, and I don"t want to say anything further until I have gone up to the town here."
"Going ash.o.r.e?" murmured his father, in an uneasy tone. "I wouldn"t, Dave, if things are not safe."
"Oh, they will be safe for me, as I shall take Mr. Stoodles and Bob Vilett along with me. When I come back, father, I think I shall have discovered something that will put Captain Broadbeam on his mettle and open the way for one more effort to find the fortune we have been robbed of."
Dave went to the deck again. He sought out Stoodles and Bob in turn and told them he wished them to go to the town with him. Of the trio the young engineer only was under ship discipline. He reported to the boatswain and was soon ready to join the others.
They rowed down the creek to the ocean in a small yawl, rounded the coast, and landed about half a mile from the town.
"I"ll just drop my letter to my friends in New York while I"m in town,"
observed Pat.
"I wouldn"t do that if I were you, Mr. Stoodles," advised Dave.
"Eh, why not, lad?" asked Pat.
"Just a few steps further and I will tell you," answered Dave.
He led his companions to a spot where there were some low rocks and motioned them to be seated.
"No one can overhear us at this lonely spot, that is sure," said Dave.
"Now then, my friends, I want to have a serious confidential talk with you."
Bob looked curious and Stoodles important.
"Captain Broadbeam is worried and undecided," went on Dave, "my father is slightly discouraged, the crew sullen and discontented over losing that treasure. If no one stirs up something, as we must do--then things will drop, and we will go back home poorer than when we started out.
Now, I don"t give up so easily."
"Good boy!" nodded Stoodles approvingly.
"I shall make an effort to trace our stolen fortune if I have to do it all alone in a canoe."
"If we only knew where it was," said Bob Vilett. "That"s the trouble, you see, Dave. It may be thousands of miles away. It may be adrift on the ocean. It may be halfway to China, or divided up and squandered by that miserable Hankers crowd."
"No," said Dave, with emphasis. "I have pretty good evidence in my possession that the treasure is safe and sound on the Windjammers"
Island."
CHAPTER IV
A PAIR OF SCHEMERS
"The treasure is on the Windjammers" Island!" exclaimed Bob Vilett.
"Yes," nodded Dave confidently, "I have every reason to think so."
"Begorra!" cried the Irishman excitedly. "On my paternal dominions? On the princ.i.p.alities of King Patrick Stoodles? A horse, my kingdom for a--no, I mane a ship. Lad, if the goold those Hankers stole is anywhere among my subjects, we"ll have it back, mind me!"
"Well, let me explain," said Dave, "and then hear what you have to say.
We three have shared too many perils and secrets together, to need to be told that all I tell now is in strict confidence until we get ready to act."
"Spoke like a lawyer," commented Stoodles.
"Like a friend, you mean," corrected Bob. "Leave it to smart Dave to work a way out of a dilemma. I"m interested and excited, Dave."
"Well, first and foremost," continued Dave, "do you recognize that picture, Bob?"
Dave handed out the photograph that Adair had given him on the _Swallow_.
"Why, sure," answered Bob promptly. "It"s a picture of that rascally pilot."
"No, no---I mean the other figure in the photograph."