"No, not well enough. We"d ought to have planned this here expedition more kerfully. It wan"t enough to go along the top of the cliff this here way. You see, we"ve not been able to take in the lower part of the cliff underneath. We"d ought to hev got a boat. Some of us could hev gone along the cliff, jest as we hev ben doin, and the others could have pulled along the sh.o.r.e an kep up a sharp lookout that way. We"ve lost any quant.i.ty o" time that way, but that"s no reason why we should lose any more; so I muve that some of us go back, right straight off, an get a boat at the ship-yard, an come back. I"ll go, unless some o"
youns think yourselfes smarter, which ain"t onlikely."
"O, you can"t run, captain," said Bart. "Bruce and I will go, and we"ll run all the way."
"Wal, that"s the very best thing that you could do. You"re both young, an actyve. As for me, my days of youth an actyvity air over, an I"m in the sere an yaller leaf, with spells o" rheumatics. So you start off as quick as your legs can carry you, an ef you run all the way, so much the better."
The boys started off at this, and going on the full run, they hurried, as fast as possible, back over the path they had traversed, and through the woods, and over the fields, and down the cliff towards the ship-yard.
Phil and Pat, however, remained with Captain Corbet; and these three walked back along the edge of the cliff; still looking down carefully for signs of Solomon, and keeping up constantly their loud, shrill cries.
Thus they walked back, till, at length, they reached the place where the alders were growing. Here they were compelled to make a detour as before, after which they returned to the cliff, and walked along, shouting and yelling as when they came.
XIV.
Back again.--Calls and Cries.--Captain Corbet"s Yell.--A significant Sign.--The old Hat.--The return Cry.--The Boat rounds the Point.
Captain Corbet, with Phil and Pat, walked along the top of the cliff in this way, narrowly scrutinizing the rocks below, and calling and shouting, until, at length, they reached the place at which they had first come out upon the sh.o.r.e.
"Now, boys," said the captain, "from here to the pint down thar is all new ground. We must go along here, an keep a good lookout. If we hev any chance left of findin anythin, it"s thar. I"m ony sorry we didn"t examine this here fust an foremost, before wanderin away off up thar, whar "tain"t at all likely that Solomon ever dreamed of goin. I hope the boys won"t be long gettin off that thar boat."
"Perhaps they can"t get one."
"O, yes, they can. I saw two or three down thar."
They now walked on a little farther.
At this place the cliff was as steep as it had been behind; but the rocky shelves were more numerous, and down near the sh.o.r.e they projected, one beyond another, so that they looked like natural steps.
"If Solomon was caught by the tide anywhar hereabouts," said Captain Corbet, "thar"s no uthly reason why he shouldn"t save himself. He could walk up them rocks jest like goin up stairs, an git out of the way of the heaviest surf an the highest tide that these sh.o.r.es ever saw."
"It all depends," said Phil, "on whether he staid about here, or went farther up."
"Course--an it"s my opinion that he did stay about here. He was never such an old fool as to go so far up as we did. Why, ef he"d a done so over them rocks, he"d never have got the use of his legs agin."
"Strange we don"t see any signs of him."
"O, wal, thar"s places yet we hevn"t tried."
"One thing is certain--we haven"t found any signs of him. If anything had happened, we"d have seen his basket floating."
"Yes, or his old hat."
"I should think, if he were anywhere hereabouts, he"d hear the noise; we are shouting loud enough, I"m sure. As for your voice, why, he ought to hear it a mile away; and the point down there doesn"t seem to be a quarter that distance."
"O, it"s further than that; besides, my voice can"t penetrate so easily down thar. It gits kine o" lost among the rocks. It can go very easy in a straight line; but when it"s got to turn corners an go kine o"
round the edges o" sharp rocks, it don"t get on so well by a long chalk. But I think I"ll try an divarsify these here proceedins by yellin a leetle lower down."
So saying, Captain Corbet knelt down, and putting his head over the cliff, he uttered the loudest, and sharpest, and shrillest yell that he could give. Then he listened in silence, and the boys also listened in breathless expectation for some time. But there was no response whatever.
Captain Corbet arose with a sigh.
"Wal, boys," said he, in a mournful tone, "we must git on to the pint.
We"d ought to know the wust pooty soon. But, at any rate, I"m bound to hope for the best till hope air over."
The little party now resumed their progress, and walked on towards the point, shouting at intervals, as before.
From this place on as far as the point, the ground was clear, and there was nothing to bar their way. They could go along without being compelled to make any further detour, and could keep near enough to the edge to command a view of the rocks below. They walked on, and shouted without ceasing, and thus traversed a portion of the way.
Suddenly Captain Corbet"s eye caught sight of something in the water.
It was round in shape, and was floating within a few feet of the sh.o.r.e, on the top of a wave. As Captain Corbet looked, the wave rolled from underneath it, and dashed itself upon the rocks, while the floating object seemed to be thrown farther out. The tide had turned already, and was now on the ebb, so that floating articles, such as this, were carried away from the sh.o.r.e, rather than towards it.
Upon this Captain Corbet fastened his gaze, and stood in silence looking at it. At length he put his hand on Phil"s shoulder, and directed the attention of the boys to the floating object.
"Do you see that?" said he.
"What?"
"That thing."
"What--that round thing?"
"Yes, that round thing. Look sharp at it now. What doos it look like to your young eyes?"
Phil and Pat looked at it very carefully, and in silence. Then Phil looked up into Captain Corbet"s face without saying a word.
"Wal?"
"What is it, do you think?" asked Phil, in a low voice.
"What do YOU think?"
"Sure an it"s a hat--a sthraw hat," said Pat.
Captain Corbet exchanged a meaning glance with Phil.
"Do you think it"s HIS hat?" asked Phil.
"Whose else can it be?"
Phil was silent, and his gaze was once more directed to the floating object. As it rose and fell on the waves, it showed the unmistakable outline of a straw hat, and was quite near enough for them to recognize its general character and color. It was dark, with the edges rather ragged, a broad brim, and a roomy crown, not by any means of a fashionable or graceful shape, but coa.r.s.e, and big, and roomy, and shabby--just such a hat as Solomon had put on his head when he left Grand Pre with them on this memorable and ill-fated voyage.
They looked at it for a long time in silence, and none of them moved.
Captain Corbet heaved a deep sigh.