"Ca-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-n"t!"
"Why no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ot?"
"Too hi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-gh!"
"Go round the pi-i-i-i-i-i-nt!"
"Too high ti-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-de!"
"Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-it!"
"All ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ght!"
Captain Corbet now sprang up as nimbly as a young lad, and looked at Phil and Pat with an expression of such exceeding triumph, that his face seemed fairly to shine.
"It IS Solomon!" he cried. But it was of no use for him to convey that piece of information to the boys, who already knew that fact quite as well as he did.
"It IS Solomon," he repeated; "an now the pint is, how air we to git him up?"
"Let me go down," said Pat.
"How?"
"Sure an I can git down wid that bit o" rope you have."
"Mebbe you can, an then agin mebbe you can"t; but s"posin you was to git down, how upon airth would that help the matter?"
"Sure an we cud give him a pull up."
"I don"t think we could manage that," said Captain Corbet, "and you couldn"t, at any rate, if you were down thar with him. As far as I see, we"ll hev to wait till the tide falls."
"Wouldn"t it be better," said Phil, "for us to go around, so as to come nearer?"
"How? Whar?"
"Why, down to the beach, and then we could walk around the point."
"Walk? Why, it"s high water."
"So it is--I forgot that."
"The fact is, we can"t git any nearer than we air now. Then, agin, the boys"ll be along in a boat soon. They ought to be here by this time; so let"s sit down here, an wait till they heave in sight."
With a call of encouragement to Solomon which elicited a reply of satisfaction, Captain Corbet sat down upon the gra.s.s, and the boys followed his example. In this position they waited quietly for the boat to come.
Meanwhile, Bart and Bruce had hurried on as rapidly as their legs could carry them, and at length reached the path which went down to the beach. Down this they scrambled, and not long afterwards they reached the ship-yard. Here they obtained a boat without any difficulty, which the workmen launched for them; and then they pushed off, and pulled for the point, with the intention of rowing along opposite the sh.o.r.e, and narrowly inspecting it.
Scarcely had they reached the point, however, when a loud and well-known voice sounded from on high. They both turned and looked up, still pulling. There they saw Captain Corbet, and Phil, and Pat, all of whom were shouting and making furious gestures at them.
"We"ve found him! Come in closer!" cried Captain Corbet.
"Whe-e-e-re?" cried Bruce.
But before any answer could come, a loud, shrill scream, followed by a yell of delight, burst forth from some place still nearer.
Burt and Bruce both started, and looked towards the place from which this last cry came.
There a very singular and pleasing sight met their eyes.
About six feet above the water was a shelf of rock, that ran down sloping to the beach, and over this there projected a great ma.s.s of the cliff. In this recess there crouched a familiar figure. He had no hat, but between his legs, as he sat there, he held a basket, to which he clung with his knees and his hands. As he sat there his eyes were fixed upon them, and their whites seemed enlarged to twice their ordinary dimensions, while yell after yell came from him.
"Help, he-e-e-e-e-lp! Mas"r Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-art! O, Mas"r Ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-art! He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-lp!
Sa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ave me!"
"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Bart and Bruce, in a burst of heartfelt joy.
"He-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-lp!" came forth once more from Solomon.
"All right," cried Bart; and at once the boat pointed towards the place where Solomon was sitting. The water nearer the sh.o.r.e was somewhat rough, but fortunately there were no rocks just there, and they were able to bring the boat in close to the place where Solomon was confined. At their approach Solomon moved slowly down the incline of the rock, on his hands and knees, for there was not room for him to stand upright; and as he moved he pushed the basket before him, as though there was something inside of uncommon value. Reaching, at length, a spot where the rock was about the level of the boat, he waited for them to approach. Soon the boat touched the rock.
"Come, old Sol," cried Bart, "jump in!"
"Hyah, take hole ob dis yar," said Solomon, even in that moment of rescue refusing to move till his precious basket should be safe.
Bart grasped it, and put it into the boat, noticing, as he did so, that it was full of lobsters.
"Come, Solomon, hurry up. I don"t like the boat to be knocking here this way."
"All right, sah," said Solomon, crawling along rather stiffly; "ben tied up in a knot all day, an feel so stiff dat I don"t know as I"ll git untied agin fur ebber mo. Was jest makin my will, any way, as you came along."
By this time Solomon had tumbled into the boat, and worked his way aft, though not without many groans.
"It"s de cold rocks, an de wet," he groaned. "Sech an attack o"
rheumaticses as dis ole n.i.g.g.a"s gwine to hab beats all! Any how, I ben an sabed de lobsta. Loss me ole hat, but didn"t car a mite fer dat so long as I sabed de lobsta."
"All right," cried Bart; and at this the two boys pulled away from the rocks and rounded the point. As they came into the sight of those who were waiting on the top of the cliff, a shout of joy arose.
XV.
Exploring Juan Fernandez.--The Cliffs.--The tangled Underbrush.--The Fog Bank.--Is it coming or going?--The Steamer.--Vain Appeals.--New Plans.
Starting off, as we have seen, to explore the island, Tom first directed his steps towards the elevated land which has before been mentioned. At first his path was easy, and the descent very gradual; but at length it became more difficult, and he had to ascend a steep hill, which was over-strewn with stones and interspersed with trees and mounds. Up among these he worked his way, and at length the ascent ceased. He was on the summit of the island. Here he walked to the edge of the area on which he stood, and found himself on the edge of a precipice that went sheer down to a beach, which was apparently two hundred feet beneath him. The precipice seemed actually to lean forward out of the perpendicular, and so tremendous was the view beneath, that Tom, although not by any means inclined to be nervous, found his head grow giddy as he looked down. Looking forth thus from his dizzy elevation, he could see across the bay to the New Brunswick sh.o.r.e, and could mark the general course which his drifting boat must have taken over those deep, dark, and treacherous waters.
The sea was broad, and blue, and tranquil, and desolate, for even from this commanding height not a sail was visible. There was nothing here which could attract Tom"s attention for any long period; so he prepared to continue his progress. In front of him lay a wood, before plunging in which he turned to see if there were any vessels coming through the Straits of Minas. None were visible; so, turning back once more, he resumed his journey, and went forward among the trees.