So it was settled. They went aboard, and made preparations for sleep. Of course, there were no regular bunks aboard the _Jessamine_, since the s.p.a.ce was too limited to admit of such luxuries. When the cruisers wanted to retire, two of them made beds of the seats, and the others found a suitable couch in the bottom. In case of rain, the automobile top would protect them; but in dry weather it could be left partly off, so as to insure more air.
Frank and Will had the seats first on this night, for it had been so arranged that they would change around each night, so as to give every fellow a chance. As Bluff put it, "just like we were playing a scrub game of ball, each one getting a chance to pitch and catch in turn."
Will took up his place on the side toward the sh.o.r.e. It was some little time before his comrades all settled down, but finally he knew they slept. He sat there, watching the fire burn near by, and thinking of many interesting things, until, on striking a match, and examining his watch, he found that it was time he awoke Frank.
He took the place of his chum when the other a.s.sumed the duties of guard, and being really sleepy by this time, quickly dropped off.
Frank sat there, with his gun across his knees, also watching the fire.
He had little idea that there would anything occur to disturb the serenity of the night, but believed "an ounce of prevention better than a pound of cure."
"The old log seems to do its duty handsomely, after all. I wouldn"t be surprised if it was still burning at daylight," he mused, as he continued to watch the fire creeping along the dry wood and slowly eating its way toward the other end.
Then Frank started, as he saw a distinct movement in a little shadowy spot. It happened that the firelight did not reach this particular place, so that, strive as he might, he could not see distinctly.
"There"s something crawling along right there. I can see a dark figure move," he said to himself as he strained his eyesight the harder.
Of course, his first thought was of the negro whom they had just fed.
Perhaps to an irresponsible fellow like poor old George the temptation to try and steal something had been irresistible, and he was now creeping toward the motor-boat with the intention of getting aboard and laying hands on anything of value.
Then, again, it might be another entirely, some rascal much more to be feared than George. Frank was not more than half a minute in making up his mind what the best course for him to pursue under the circ.u.mstances would be.
"I"ll give him a shot, firing far over his head. Whoever it is, the report must make him skedaddle like hot cakes," he thought, for he could not bear the idea of doing a fellow human being any bodily harm, no matter whether he were white or black.
Having so decided, Frank raised his gun a trifle further, so that it bore on the tops of the cabbage palms beyond. Then his finger pressed the trigger, and with the sudden report he gave a tremendous yell.
CHAPTER VII
A FLORIDA SHERIFF
There was an upheaval of various blankets, three faces peeped forth, and then came a wild scramble for weapons.
"Wow! What is it, Frank!" bellowed Bluff.
"My camera! Who took it away from where I placed it?"
"Talk to me about that, will you! That fellow will howl after his blooming box when he goes to cross the Styx after he dies," grunted Jerry.
Frank had paid no attention to his comrades. His eyes were glued upon the shadowy spot where he felt positive he had seen some creeping figure drawing closer to the boat, inch by inch.
They heard him laugh aloud, as though something he had seen amused him.
"Was it a thief? And did you shoot him?" asked Will, appalled.
"A thief, all right; but I didn"t shoot the beggar. Wish I had, now,"
responded the watch, with regret in his voice.
"Then it couldn"t have been a human thief, for you"d never say that. Did you see the critter go?" came from Jerry, as he peered forth, gun in hand.
"I fired high on purpose, for I was afraid it might be poor old George sneaking back to see if he could get away with any more of that fine bacon. Whatever it was, it made a flying leap back into the shadows. I thought I heard an angry or startled snarl, but you fellows made so much confusion as you bounced up that I couldn"t be sure."
"Jumped away, eh? Then I take it the thing must have been a bobcat," said Jerry.
"Something along the cat family, anyway," replied Frank.
"Look here! You don"t mean to say it was--a panther?" demanded the other.
"I"m not saying anything; but in the morning we"ll go and take a look at the ground behind that second log over there. If there are any tracks, they ought to tell the story," remarked Frank, who, no matter how positive he might feel that this was just what he had seen, would not commit himself without some proof.
"That"s what I get for waking Frank up so soon. Oh! why didn"t I hold out a little while longer? Nothing ever happens when I"m on duty, it seems. I must be a Jonah, that"s what!" sighed Will disconsolately.
"Why, what would you have done?" demanded Bluff.
"Shot the intruder, but by snapping the trigger of my little flashlight pistol, and in that way I"d have taken a picture of the beast as it crouched there. I sat here, holding that pistol, and my camera, ready, for two mortal hours, in vain. I"m the most unlucky dog going."
"Well, I notice that, after all, you manage to gather in your share of pictures. The trouble is, you want to corral everything going. Well, me to the bench again for another snooze. Wake me when you get tired of sitting up, Frank. If the critter comes again, let him have a charge,"
said Jerry.
"I certainly will, if I can make sure that it doesn"t happen to be a man," was the reply of Frank.
Apparently, the report of the shotgun had alarmed the beast, for he certainly did not show himself again. Whatever it was, the attractive smell around the vicinity of the campfire must have drawn him out of the neighboring swamp, just as it had Black George, earlier in the night.
Both Jerry and Bluff took their turns, and in this way daylight found them undisturbed. Jerry had left his shotgun at home, and carried a rifle on this trip. He and Bluff had entered into many an argument because this new weapon was a six-shot gun; for Jerry had made all manner of fun over Bluff owning a shotgun built after the same principle, nor could they settle the dispute, Jerry claiming that it was all right in a rifle, as a man hunted big game with that, and his life might be in danger; while with the other weapon he usually only shot birds and inoffensive small animals; while Bluff declared that what was black for the pot was also black for the kettle.
Going ash.o.r.e, soon after getting up, Frank knelt down alongside the log where he had seen the shadowy figure bound off.
"I say, Jerry!" he presently called out.
"Want me?" asked that worthy, folding up his blanket so that it could hang and get the breeze, whether they moved on or remained where they were.
"Yes. Come here. You"ll be interested, I think."
Jerry quickly reached his side.
"What"s doing?" he asked, eagerly searching with his eyes the ground near Frank.
"Bend lower, for the sign is rather faint. What d"ye make of that, and that? Is it the paw of a bobcat?" asked the one on his knees, with an expressive smile.
"Great Jehosaphat! No! Then it was a panther, after all!" cried Jerry.
"I think I"m safe in saying yes to that question," replied Frank.
"And now don"t you wish you"d shot him?"
"Well, yes, if I had been positive, which I couldn"t be, under the circ.u.mstances, you see. Perhaps I may be lucky enough to run across one of the breed again when there can be no uncertainty, for I would like very much to say I"d knocked over a panther," was the reply Frank made.