"Promise me one thing, Bo"s"n," said I. "I am a very curious man. I do not really want to know where those jewels are to be hidden, and I want to be able to swear on my conscience that I know nothing of them. Now promise me that, no matter how I try to worm your secret out of you, you will not tell me until we start for home. I should surely tell the Skipper, and if Miss Archer asked me----"
"Yes, sir, I understand, sir; couldn"t refuse, sir; would be done for, sir. Very well, sir. I swear upon my honour that you shall not know anything about the hiding place until we are able to sail again, Mr.
Jones, sir."
I went out of the cave rather reluctantly, I must confess.
"Go far away, please, sir," called the Bo"s"n. "Please go and sit in the latticed cavern with your back to the front wall, where you can"t see me, Mr. Jones, sir, in case I need to walk along the sh.o.r.e, sir. I don"t mean to say that I do mean to walk along the sh.o.r.e, sir, and I don"t mean to say that I don"t mean to walk along the sh.o.r.e, sir. I say this only in case I do want to walk along the sh.o.r.e, sir. I must go along the sh.o.r.e, sir, in any case to see about the Minion, sir. I don"t say I"m goin" to hide the jewels along the sh.o.r.e, sir, and I don"t say I ain"t a-goin" to hide the jewels on the sh.o.r.e, sir. I want to be perfectly truthful with----"
I laughed aloud.
"You ridiculous, honest old fool!" said I. "For Heaven"s sake, don"t talk so everlastingly. I know now just where you intend to go, but I won"t look, I promise you, and then I can say frankly that I know nothing about their hiding place if the question ever comes up."
"You can, sir," said the Bo"s"n, with conviction in his tones. "I wonder if the question will ever come up, Mr. Jones, sir?"
"I"ll run now," said I, "for fear you"ll tell me just which tree on the beach you mean to hide them in."
"Go quickly, sir," said the Bo"s"n, with distress in his voice, "and for Heaven"s sake don"t allude to "em again, or I shall tell, I know I shall."
"Perhaps you can"t keep it from the others," said I anxiously.
"Don"t have no fear of that, sir. You are the only person I am afraid of a-divulgin" to, Mr. Jones, sir."
I ran hurriedly from the cave, my promise to the Bo"s"n being strong in my mind. As I was leaving the entrance, I came plump upon the Skipper. I congratulated myself upon our lucky escape, and drew the old man away and up that side of the hill.
"Cynthy"s awake," were the Skipper"s first words. "She"s been askin" for you."
Asking for me!
"For me?" said I, finding my voice. "Tell that to a sea soldier, Captain."
"She has, honest Ingun," said the Skipper. "She woke up a while ago. I was sittin" by her, and she opened her eyes and she said--What do you think, Jones?"
"How can I tell," asked I, very red in the face. There was a buzzing in my ears. I waited an hour, it seemed to me, before the Skipper continued:
"She turned over and she opened her eyes."
"You said that before, Captain," urged I.
"Yes, yes, so I did. Let"s see, where was I? Cynthy was asleep, you know, and I was sittin" by----"
"Please hurry a little faster, Captain," said I. "I have something very important to tell you, as the head of this expedition, you know, sir."
"Shesaidhiramwhathaveyougottotellme," rattled off the Skipper.
I thought for a moment, and, saying the words over slowly to myself, I concluded that the Skipper had volunteered the information that Cynthia had said "Hiram," and that he next had asked of me the question, "What have you got to tell me?"
I gasped with bliss, but I controlled my voice and drew the watch from my pocket.
"I found this," said I, "down there by the cave. I have noticed that yours doesn"t go, and I thought perhaps you would like one that does."
"You"re dreadful kind," said the Skipper in a pleased tone. He examined the watch, turning it over and round. "Where did you find it?" he asked.
"Why, I just picked it up," said I, which was literally true. And then remembering first that Cynthia had asked for me, and then that I had made a promise to the Bo"s"n, I dashed into the pa.s.sage, the Skipper following. When I reached the latticed chamber, I saw that young Trevelyan had changed his position enough to be lying on Cynthia"s blanket, with his head on her pillow. He was very pale and coughed at times, which, however, did not seem to awaken him. Cynthia herself was seated upon a projecting rock, occupied in mending her Uncle"s coat. The mortuary bag was gaping wide, and giving up, on demand, such necessaries as thread, needles, scissors, and the like.
"Oh, how do you do, Mr. Jones?" said Cynthia, nodding carelessly.
"What do you want of me?" asked I.
Cynthia looked up in innocent astonishment.
"I?" she said.
"Yes; I thought you asked for me."
"I asked for you? Oh, no! What made you think that?"
I did not reply, but seated myself flat upon the floor, with my back against the outer wall, as I had promised the Bo"s"n that I would.
"How silly you look!" said Cynthia.
"I suppose I do," said I.
"What made you think I asked for you, Mr. Jones?"
"I don"t think; I know."
"How?"
"Your Uncle told me so."
"Uncle! Uncle! How could you? I never----"
"Not when you was awake, Cynthy, girl. I know that. I didn"t tell Jones here you knew it.--What do you want to fl.u.s.ter a girl so for, Jones?"
Cynthia was blushing furiously.
"How can you make me so ridiculous, Uncle?"
"I don"t say you knew it, Cynthy." The Skipper spoke slowly and with emphasis. "I never said you knew what you said. All the same, I am not deef yet. I was sittin" by you, Cynthy, girl--you will acknowledge that, won"t you? Well, you just turned your head with the sweetest, prettiest smile, and you said, so soft I could hardly hear you, "Hiram"--just like that, "Hi-ram.""
"I have no doubt it was so soft you could not hear it.--I never--never said it in the world, Mr. Jones, never. I do not call Mr. Jones by his given name, such a name, such a name--I nev----"
The rest of this incoherent sentence was lost. Tears of shame filled her eyes and ran down her blushing cheeks. She dropped the coat, got up and went to the lattice, and looked out.
I sat, my head against the wall, lost in the most pleasurable feelings.
If it was true, she did like me a little, after all.
There was no sound in the cave for some time but the gentle breathing of the young English lad. The Skipper broke the silence and changed the subject by saying, "Let"s have a drink."