"What if we should find casks of biscuits and barrels of pork, to say nothing of tea and sugar, and such like?" murmured the sanguine Otto, as they poled slowly out.
"And what if we should find nothing at all?" said Dominick.
"O Dom!" exclaimed Otto, in a voice so despairing that his companion turned to look at him in surprise. "Look! see! the ship has been on fire! It can only be the mere skeleton that is left."
Dominick turned quickly, and saw that his brother had reason for this remark. They had by that time approached so near to the wreck that the charred condition of part of her bulwarks, and specially of her lower spars, became obvious; and when, a few minutes later, they stood on the deck, the scene that presented itself was one of black desolation.
Evidently the ill-fated vessel had been enveloped in flames, for everything on board was charred, and it was almost certain that her crew had run her on the rocks as the only method of escaping, her boats having been totally destroyed, as was apparent from the small portions of them that still hung from the davits.
"Nothing left!" said Otto. "I think that Robinson Crusoe himself would have given way to despair if _his_ wreck had been anything like this. I wonder that even this much of it has been left above water after fire had got hold of it."
"Perhaps the hull sank after the first crash on the rocks, and put out the fire," suggested Dominick, "and then subsequent gales may have driven her higher up. Even now her stern lies pretty deep, and everything in her hold has been washed away."
There could be no doubt as to the latter point, for the deck had been blown up, probably by gunpowder, near the main-hatch, leaving a great hole, through which the hold could be seen almost as far as the bulkhead of the forecastle.
Hastening forward to the hatchway of this part of the vessel, in the feeble hope that they might still find something that would be of use, they descended quickly, but the first glance round quenched such a hope, for the fire had done its work there effectually, and, besides, there were obvious indications that, what the fire had spared, her crew had carried away. The only things left of any value were the charred remnants of the hammocks and bedding which had belonged to the sailors.
"Hurrah!" shouted Otto, with a sudden burst of joy, as he leaped forward and dragged out a quant.i.ty of the bedding; "here"s what"ll make fire at last! You said, Dom, that burnt rag was capital tinder. Well, here we have burnt sheets enough to last us for years to come!"
"That"s true," returned Dominick, laughing at his brother"s enthusiasm; "let"s go aft and see if we can stumble on something more."
But the examination of the after part of the vessel yielded no fruit.
As we have said, that part was sunk deeply, so that only the cabin skylight was above water, and, although they both gazed intently down through the water with which the cabin was filled, they could see nothing whatever. With a boat-hook which they found jammed in the port bulwarks, they poked and groped about for a considerable time, but hooked nothing, and were finally obliged to return empty-handed to the anxious Pauline.
Otto did not neglect, however, to carry off a pocketful of burnt-sheeting, by means of which, with flint and steel, they were enabled that night to eat their supper by the blaze of a cheering fire.
The human heart when young, does not quickly or easily give way to despondency. Although the Rigondas had thus been cast on an island in the equatorial seas, and continued week after week to dwell there, living on wild fruits and eggs, and such animals and birds as they managed to snare, with no better shelter than a rocky cavern, and with little prospect of a speedy release, they did not by any means mourn over their lot.
"You see," remarked Otto, one evening when his sister wondered, with a sigh, whether their mother had yet begun to feel very anxious about them, "you see, she could not have expected to hear much before this time, for the voyage to Eastern seas is always a long one, and it is well known that vessels often get blown far out of their courses by monsoons, and simoons, and baboons, and such like southern hurricanes, so motherkins won"t begin to grow anxious, I hope, for a long time yet, and it"s likely that before she becomes _very_ uneasy about us, some ship or other will pa.s.s close enough to see our signals and take us off so--"
"By the way," interrupted Dominick, "have you tried to climb our signal-tree, as you said you would do, to replace the flag that was blown away by last night"s gale?"
"Of course not. There"s no hurry, Dom," answered Otto, who, if truth must be told, was not very anxious to escape too soon from his present romantic position, and thought that it would be time enough to attract the attention of any pa.s.sing vessel when they grew tired of their solitude. "Besides," he continued, with that tendency to self-defence which is so natural to fallen humanity, "I"m not a squirrel to run up the straight stem of a branchless tree, fifty feet high or more."
"No, my boy, you"re not a squirrel, but, as I have often told you, you are a monkey--at least, monkey enough to accomplish your ends when you have a mind to."
"Now, really you are too hard," returned Otto, who was busily employed as he spoke in boring a hole through a cocoa-nut to get at the milk, "you know very well that the branch of the neighbouring tree by which we managed to reach the branches of the signal-tree has been blown away, so that the thing is impossible, for the stem is far too big to be climbed in the same way as I get up the cocoa-nut trees."
"That has nothing to do with the question," retorted Dominick, "you _said_ you would try."
Otto looked with an injured expression at his sister and asked what she thought of a man being required to attempt impossibilities.
"Not a man--a monkey," interjected his brother.
"Whether man or monkey," said Pauline, in her quiet but decided way, "if you promised to attempt the thing, you are bound to try."
"Well, then, I will try, and here, I drink success to the trial." Otto applied the cocoa-nut to his lips, and took a long pull. "Come along, now, the sooner I prove the impossibility the better."
Rising at once, with an injured expression, the boy led the way towards a little eminence close at hand, on the top of which grew a few trees of various kinds, the tallest of these being the signal-tree, to which Dominick had fixed one of the half-burnt pieces of sheeting, brought from the wreck. The stem was perfectly straight and seemingly smooth, and as they stood at its foot gazing up to the fluttering little piece of rag that still adhered to it, the impossibility of the ascent became indeed very obvious.
"Now, sir, are you convinced?" said Otto.
"No, sir, I am not convinced," returned Dominick.
"You said you would try."
Without another word Otto grasped the stem of the tree with arms and legs, and did his best to ascend it. He had, in truth, so much of the monkey in him, and was so wiry and tough, that he succeeded in getting up full twelve or fourteen feet before being utterly exhausted. At that point, however, he stuck, but instead of slipping down as he had intended, and again requesting to know whether his brother was convinced, he uttered a sharp cry, and shouted--
"Oh! I say, Dom, what am I to do?"
"Why, slip down, of course."
"But I can"t. The bark seems to be made of needle-joints, all sticking upwards. If I try to slip, my trousers vill remain behind, and--and--I can"t hold on much longer!"
"Let go then, and drop," said Dominick, stepping close to the tree.
"Oh no, don"t!" cried Pauline, with a little shriek; "if you do you"ll-- you"ll--"
"Bust! Yes, I know I shall," shouted Otto, in despair.
"No fear," cried Dominick, holding out his arms, "let go, I"ll cat--"
He was stopped abruptly by receiving a shock from his little brother which sent him sprawling on his back. He sprang up, however, with a gasp.
"Why, boy, I had no idea you were so heavy," he exclaimed, laughing.
"Now, don"t you go boasting in future, you prime minister, that I can"t knock you down," said Otto, as he gathered himself up. "But I say, you"re not hurt, are you?" he added, with a look of concern, while Pauline seized one of Dominick"s hands and echoed the question.
"Not in the least--only a little wind knocked out of me. Moreover, I"m not yet convinced that the ascent of that tree is an impossibility."
"You"ll have to do it yourself, then," said Otto; "and let me warn you beforehand that, though I"m very grateful to you, I won"t stand under to catch you."
"Was it not you who said the other night at supper that whatever a fellow resolved to do he could accomplish, and added that, where there"s a will, there"s a way?"
"I rather think it was you, Dom, who gave expression to those boastful sentiments."
"It may be so. At all events I hold them. Come, now, lend a hand and help me. The work will take some time, as we have no other implements than our gully-knives, but we"ll manage it somehow."
"Can I not help you?" asked Pauline.
"Of course you can. Sit down on the bank here, and I"ll give you something to do presently."
Dominick went, as he spoke, to a small tree, the bark of which was long, tough, and stringy. Cutting off a quant.i.ty of this, he took it to his sister, and showed her how to twist some of it into stout cordage.
Leaving her busily at work on this, he went down to the nearest bamboo thicket and cut a stout cane. It took some time to cut, for the bamboo was hard and the knife small for such work. From the end of the cane he cut off a piece about a foot in length.
"Now, Otto, my boy, you split that into four pieces, and sharpen the end of each piece, while I cut off another foot of the bamboo."
"But what are you going to do with these bits of stick?" asked Otto, as he went to work with a will.
"You shall see. No use in wasting time with explanations just now. I read of the plan in a book of travels. There"s nothing like a good book of travels to put one up to numerous dodges."