Soon they came to the entrance of a narrow, winding tide-creek that ran back till it was hidden from sight in the tall reeds. Just as they reached the place, a large flock of sandpeeps flew over with soft whistling, and lighting on the beach, scurried along in a dense company, offering an easy target. Bob, who was carrying the gun, brought it quickly to his shoulder and was about to fire when Jeremy stopped him with a low "S-s-s-s-t!"
Bob turned, following the direction of Jeremy"s outstretched arm, and for a second both boys stood as if petrified, gazing up the tide-creek toward the interior of the island. About a quarter of a mile away, above the reeds, which grew in rank profusion to a man"s height or higher, they saw a pair of slender masts, canted far over.
"A ship!" whispered Bob. "Deserted, though, most likely."
"No," Jeremy answered, "I don"t think it. Her cordage would have slacked off more and she wouldn"t look so trim. Bob, wasn"t it near here you saw that smoke?"
"Jiminy!" said Bob, "so it was! Right over in the marsh, close to those spars. It"s some vessel that"s put in here to careen. Wonder where her crew can be?"
"That"s what looks so queer to me," the other boy replied. "They"re keeping out of sight mighty careful. Men from any honest ship would have been all over the island the first day ash.o.r.e. I don"t like the look of it. Let"s get back and tell father. Maybe we can find out who it is, afterwards."
Bob argued at first for an immediate reconnaissance, but when Jeremy pointed out the fact that if the strangers were undesirable they would surely have a guard hidden in the reeds up the creek, he accepted the more discreet plan.
They made their way quietly, but with as much haste as possible back along the sh.o.r.e, past the remnant of the fire, and up the hill into the thick woods.
Just as they crossed the ridge and began to see the glint of the northern inlet through the trees, Jeremy paused with a sudden exclamation.
"Here"s the spring," he said, "and look at the sign above it. I never saw that before, for it was dark when I was up here. I almost fell in."
The spring itself was nearly invisible to one coming from this direction, but stuck in the fork of a tree, beside it, was a weathered old piece of ship"s planking on which had been rudely cut the single word WATTER.
"Some Captain who used to fill his casks here must have put it up so that the spring would be easier to find," Bob suggested. But Jeremy, striding ahead, was thinking hard and did not answer.
Amos Swan heard their news with a grave face. No ship but the _Queen_ had touched at the island for several months to his knowledge, he said.
He agreed with the boys that the secrecy of the thing looked suspicious.
When Tom came in for the noon meal, his father told him of the discovery and they both decided to bring the sheep in at once, and make preparations for possible trouble.
Tom, armed, and accompanied by the boys, set out soon after dinner for the western end of the island, two miles from the shack. It was there that the flock was accustomed to graze, shepherded by the wise dog, Jock. Their way led along the rocky northern slope, where the sheep had already worn well-defined paths among the scrubby gra.s.s and juniper patches, then up across a steep knoll and through a belt of fir and hemlock. When at length they came out from among the trees, the pasture lay before them. There in a hollow a hundred yards away the flock was huddled. Jock became aware of their approach at that instant and lifted his head in a short, choking bark. He started toward them, but before he had taken a dozen steps they could see that he was limping painfully.
Running forward, Jeremy knelt beside the big collie, then turned with a movement of sudden dismay and called to his comrades. He had seen the broad splotch of vivid red stained the dog"s white breast. Examination showed a deep clean cut in the fur of the neck, from which the blood still flowed sluggishly. But in spite of his weakness and the pain he evidently suffered, Jock could hardly wait to lead his masters back to the flock. Hurrying on with him they crossed a little rise of ground and came upon the sheep which were crowded close to one another, panting in abject terror.
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"Twenty-six--twenty-eight--yes, twenty-eight and that"s all!" Tom said.
"There are two of them missing!"
Jock had limped on some twenty yards further and now stood beside a juniper bush, shivering with eagerness.
Following him thither, the boys found him sniffing at a blood-soaked patch of gra.s.s. The ground for several feet around was cut up as if in some sort of struggle. A few shreds of b.l.o.o.d.y wool, caught in the junipers, told their own story.
A man--probably several men--had been on the spot not two hours before and had killed two of the sheep. They had not succeeded in this without a fight, in which the gallant old dog had been stabbed with a seaman"s dirk or some other sharp weapon.
Bob, scouting onward a short distance, found the deep boot-tracks of two men in a wet place between some rocks. They were headed south-eastward--straight toward the reedy swamp where the boys had seen the top-masts of the strange vessel! The crew--whoever they might be--had decided to leave no further doubt of their intentions. They had opened hostilities and to them had fallen first blood.
With serious faces and guns held ready for an attack the three lads turned toward home, driving the scared flock before them. Old Jock, stiff and limping from his wound, brought up the rear. They reached the inlet at last, but it was sunset when the last sheep was inside the stockade and the cabin door was barred.
That night the wind changed, and the cold gray blanket of a Pen.o.bscot Bay fog shut down over the island.
CHAPTER XXVIII
The fog held for two days. On the third morning Jeremy, on his knees by the hearth fire, was squinting down the bright barrel of a flintlock. He had been quiet for a long time. Bob felt the tenseness of the situation himself, but he could not understand the other"s absolute silence. He scowled as he sat on the floor, and savagely drove a long-bladed hunting-knife into the cracks between the hewn planks. At length a low whistle from Jeremy caused him to pause and look up quickly.
"What is it?" he asked.
A look of excitement was growing in Jeremy"s face.
"Say, Bob!" he exclaimed, after a second or two. "I"ve just remembered something that I"ve been trying to bring to mind ever since we crossed the island. You know the sign we saw up by the spring? Well, somewhere, once before, I knew I"d seen the word "Watter" spelled that way. So have you--do you remember?"
Bob shook his head slowly. Then a look of comprehending wonder came into his eyes. "Yes," he cried. "It was on that old chart in Pharaoh Daggs"
chest!"
"Right," said Jeremy. "And now that I think about it, I believe this is the very island! Let"s see--the bay was shaped this way----" He had seized a charred stick from the hearth and was drawing on the floor.
"Two narrow points, with quite a stretch of water inside--a rounded cove up here, and a mitten-shaped cove over here. And the anchor was drawn--wait a minute--right here. Why, Bob, look here! That"s the same rounded cove with the beach where the sloop anch.o.r.ed that night they got me!"
Bob could hardly contain himself. "I remember!" he said. "And the dot, with the word "Watter" was one and a half finger-joints northeast of the bay. Let"s see, the bay itself was about four joints long, wasn"t it? Or a little over? Anyhow, that would put the spring about--here."
"Allowing for our not being able to remember exactly the shape of the bay," Jeremy put in, "that"s just where the spring should be. Bob, this is the island! And now that cross-mark between the two straight lines--two finger-joints northwest of the anchorage-cove, it was. That"s just about here." He marked the spot on the floor with his stick.
"Now we"ve got it all down. And if that cross-mark shows where the treasure is----" Jeremy paused and looked at Bob, his eyes shining.
"Where would that be--up on the hill somewhere?" asked Bob breathlessly.
"About three-quarters of a mile south of the spring--right on the ridge," Jeremy answered.
"When shall we start?" Bob asked, his voice husky with excitement.
"Wait a bit," counselled Jeremy. "We daren"t tell father or Tom, for they"d think it just a wild-goose chase, and we"d have to promise not to leave the cabin. You know it _is_ an improbable sort of yarn. Besides, we"d better go careful. Do you know who I think is at the head of that crew, over in the creek?"
"Who?" whispered Bob.
Jeremy"s face was pale as he leaned close.
"Pharaoh Daggs!" He said the name beneath his breath, almost as if he feared that the man with the broken nose might hear him. And now for the first time he told Bob of the schooner that had slipped past in the dark that night in the East River.
"You"re right, Jeremy," Bob agreed. "He"d lose no time getting up here if he could find a craft to carry him. You don"t suppose they"ve found Brig"s treasure yet, do you?" he added in dismay.
"They can"t have reached here more than a day before us," Jeremy replied. "And if they haven"t it already aboard, they won"t be able to do anything while this fog holds. If it should lift tomorrow, we"ll have a chance to scout around up there. But don"t say a word to father."
That night the boys slept little, for both were in a fever of expectation. They were disappointed in the morning to see the solid wall of fog still surrounding the cabin. But Jeremy, sniffing the air like the true woodsman that he was, announced that there would be a change of weather before night, and set about rubbing the barrel of the flintlock till it gleamed. The day dragged slowly by. At last, about three in the afternoon, a slight wind from the northeast sprang up, and the wreaths of vapor began to drift away seaward.
Luckily for the boys" plans, both Tom and his father were inside the sheep-stockade when Bob took the pistols, powder and shot down from the wall, and with Jeremy went quietly forth.
Before the mist had wholly cleared, they were well into the woods, climbing toward the summit of the ridge. Each kept a careful watch about, for they feared the possibility that a guard might have been set to observe movements at the cabin.
They reached the top without incident, however, and turned westward along the watershed. They were increasingly careful now, for if the pirates were dependent on the spring for their water, some of them might pa.s.s close by at any moment. Bob, who was almost as expert a hunter as Jeremy, followed noiselessly in the track of the New England boy, moving like a shadow from tree to tree.