"The devil dumped it there," he heard her say in a low voice. "And when he saw what a h.e.l.lish coast it was, he named it for himself. That"s what dad used to say." She flung out her arm in the direction of a towering peak. "At the base of that highest cliff was where the _Gull_ went on the rocks. They call it "h.e.l.l-Hole.""
Staring in silence at the saddle-backed mountain, their minds traveled into the past. Then Gregory asked: "Does any one live on the island?"
"It"s a sheep-ranch. A man by the name of Bandrist has it leased on long time from the government. He"s Swiss, I think. He farms a little of the land that isn"t too rocky and runs his sheep over the rest. The island is about twenty miles long and over ten in the widest place."
"Is fishing good out here?"
"Fine," the girl answered. "Only it"s dangerous. Fogs in spring and summer, and storms the rest of the time. Lots of albacore and tuna. But it costs boats and sometimes men to get them. Dad used to fish out here, but something was always sure to happen about the time he got well started. Just like yesterday. Diablo"s a place," she said slowly, "where a man just can"t make a mistake. If he does, he never lives to tell what happened." She pointed to the frowning cliffs which guarded the sh.o.r.e and extended far out into the water in a series of white-capped reefs.
"No anchorage," she explained. "And a strong insh.o.r.e current. When you get weather out here, it"s nasty, and it hits you all in a bunch."
As they neared the island the _Pelican_ slowed down to wait for the _Curlew_ which had been lagging astern.
"Jones must be having engine-trouble," commented d.i.c.kie Lang. "Or else Diablo"s got him buffaloed too."
"What do you mean?" Gregory asked.
Lowering her voice so that it would not reach the two fishermen on the _Pelican_, she said: "They all give Diablo a wide berth. The fishermen are scared to death of the island. If you want to hear a lot of wild tales, just talk to some of my men at Legonia. Look at Manuel. Went clean out of his head and the funny part of it is the others all believed him. What"s the matter, Jones? Having trouble?"
She addressed the skipper of the _Curlew_ as he brought his craft alongside.
"Been havin" it all the way over," the man replied. "Compression"s gettin" worse all the time." He drew a grimy hand across his blackened forehead and squinted in the direction of the island. "No place to be foolin" round with a cripple either, I can tell you," he growled.
"Reckon I"d better lay to until I can get patched up."
The girl"s brow wrinkled.
"All right, Jones. I"ll go on. Follow when you can. We"ll be around that next point. Can you beat that?" she exclaimed in a low voice to Gregory.
"His feet are getting cold too, and he"s one of the best men I have."
Keeping well off the headland they rounded the point and turned sh.o.r.eward.
"In there."
Johnson jerked his head in the direction of a small cove which lay almost hidden beneath the brow of an overhanging cliff.
"She lays just beyond that arch."
d.i.c.kie ordered a halt.
"Can"t chance it in there with the big boat. Throw out the hook and keep your motor warm, Johnson. We may have to get out of here in a hurry.
Keep a good eye on the chain for if she starts to drift you"ll be on the rocks before you can snub her up. Put the dory over, Tom, and we"ll go ash.o.r.e and take a look."
Under the powerful sweep of Tom Howard"s oars, the small boat darted from the shadow of the launch and sped away toward the cove. Rounding the natural arch by which the point projected itself into the sea, they entered the little cove which nestled at the base of the overhanging cliff. Bisecting the cove, a rugged ledge of rock jutted out into the sea. d.i.c.kie shaded her eyes with her hand and half rose from her seat.
Cradled between two jagged rocks at the extreme end of the ledge, her bow angling sharply, her stern washed by the lapping waves, bruised and broken, lay all that was left of her favorite vessel. Only the girl"s eyes mirrored her emotion as she stared at the wreck.
"Looks as if they made a clean job of it," she observed quietly. "Land right in here, Tom. We"ll climb up on the ledge and walk over."
Pulling the dory up on the rocks they stumbled over the slippery eel-gra.s.s and approached the ill-fated craft. d.i.c.kie Lang examined the hull.
"Looks like Manuel wasn"t dreaming, at that," she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, pointing to the jagged hole in the _Petrel"s_ side.
"Somebody b.u.mped him all right and it must have been almost in the cove or he would never have drifted in here."
The further examination of the wreck went on in silence. The engine was half-submerged, Gregory noticed, and the water poured from the splintered hull and splashed to the rocks in a series of tiny cataracts.
"Not much of a chance to save anything but the motor and the shaft,"
d.i.c.kie observed. "And we"ll have to work lively to do that on this ebb.
She"ll break up on the flood if there"s any sea."
As Howard jerked his head in acquiescence with the girl"s diagnosis, a shower of loose rocks rattled from the overhanging cliff. d.i.c.kie walked around the _Petrel"s_ bow and scrambled to the ledge.
"Looks as if we were going to have company," she announced, pointing in the direction of the bluff, where three men were descending the trail to the beach. Reaching the ledge the strangers walked steadily toward the wreck and halted within a few feet of the salvage party. As they jabbered in a French dialect, Gregory listened intently.
d.i.c.kie"s hand stole to the pocket of her coat. The men seemed bent on making trouble. It was best to take no chances. Her fingers sought the handle of the Colt in vain. Cursing her negligence in leaving the automatic aboard the _Pelican_, she stepped forward for a parley with the strangers. Gregory and Howard placed themselves about her as the men moved closer.
"No sabe," exclaimed d.i.c.kie Lang. "What kind of lingo are they talking anyway."
Gregory was dividing his attention between the man with the red beard and the weasel-faced stranger who was gesticulating so wildly with his long arms.
"Red-beard says n.o.body"s allowed here, or words to that effect," he interpreted. "Weasel-face backs him up in it and says for us to beat it."
"Tell them what we"re here for. And that when we get the boat stripped we"ll go, and not before."
The red-bearded man shook his heavy head with slow comprehension.
Weasel-face shuffled closer, his small eyes blinking malevolently. The third member of the party, a thick-set man with a face pitted by scars, motioned threateningly in the direction of the dory.
d.i.c.kie brushed forward.
"I"ll try them in dago," she said.
Gregory watched the strangers move closer to their leader as the girl began to speak; heard his low-voiced words, uttered in a harsh guttural; saw his arm flash out and grasp the girl roughly by the shoulder.
Leaping forward, Gregory found his way blocked by Weasel-face. The islander"s hand was fumbling at his belt. Gregory"s fist snapped his head backward. The man"s hands flew up, but not in time to block the vicious blow which caught him full on the chin.
Weasel-face"s legs collapsed. Without a sound he fell in a heap upon the rocks. Holding d.i.c.kie Lang in his great arms, the red-bearded man saw his companion fall by his side. With a snarl he released the struggling girl and shoved her from him. Before he could draw his knife Kenneth Gregory was upon him.
CHAPTER XI
REFUSING TO BE BLUFFED
d.i.c.kie Lang reeled backward as the red-bearded man shoved her from him.
She felt the eel-gra.s.s slipping beneath her feet. Striving vainly to regain her balance, she turned cat-like in the air and broke the fall with her hands. As she rebounded to her feet she could see Gregory wrestling with the man who had precipitated the attack. Close by his side, Tom Howard grappled with the scar-faced islander. The third man lay huddled on the rocks where he had fallen.
d.i.c.kie decided at once upon her course of action. Gregory and Howard were holding their own against the two men. It was up to her to see that the third of the islanders did not come to the rescue of his companions.
The man might regain consciousness at any moment. Then there would be three against two. She remembered suddenly that there was rope on the _Petrel_. Better than that there was a rifle. It was but a few steps to the launch. She covered it quickly, caught the main-stay and pulled herself aboard.