"I don"t think this story is going to amount to anything as a yarn," Cub announced with a look of superior wisdom.
"Why not?" asked his father.
"Because there"s no villain in it. I never did like a story with a tame ending, and the worst kind of a story on earth is one that starts with a thrill and ends with a nap in a sunparlor."
Laughter greeted this grotesque contrast.
"I don"t think you need expect any such up-shot in this affair," Mr.
Perry advised.
"Do you expect a villain to show his hand?" Bud inquired.
"It seems to me that we have some villains in the plot already."
"Who are they?" asked Hal.
"How about those soph.o.m.ores who kidnapped your cousin and marooned him here?"
"Oh, they"re only play villains," Cub put in disdainfully.
"How do you know they wouldn"t do something worse than haze freshmen?"
"I don"t; but until they do they"re just play villains, and that doesn"t interest me."
"I see," Mr. Perry observed; "you want people to be either very good or very bad."
"No," Cub returned slowly. "I wouldn"t put it that way; I don"t want anybody to be bad at all; but the fact of the matter is there are lots of good people in the world and a good many bad."
"And to make a good story you think it is necessary to bring good people and bad people together, eh?"
"Well, that"s what makes fireworks, isn"t it?"
"Oh, ho, I get you now," said Mr. Perry. "You"re fond of spectacular things."
"No, I wouldn"t put it that way," Cub replied; "but I don"t like to see anybody make a bluff at anything and not make good. Now, we"ve started out with a glorious bluff at some very clever rascality, and it looks as if it"s going to prove to be just an ordinary hazing affair."
"It looks to me like a very extraordinary affair, whether it was hazing or not," returned his father.
"And you think we"ll find a villain if we investigate it to the end?"
"Why, sure," Mr. Perry smiled. "I shouldn"t be surprised if we"d find Captain Kidd"s treasure buried on this island."
"Now you"re joking," Bud put in.
"What kind of mathematics would you use to locate that treasure?" Hal inquired with a kind of jovial challenge.
"Cube root," was the reply.
"That means dig at the roots of a four-cornered tree and you"ll find a box of pieces of eight shaped like a gambler"s dice," Cub inferred.
"That"s pretty good imagination, and, I think ought to put us in a frame of mind well suited for further investigation," said Mr. Perry. "Now let"s go to the spot where Hal found that diary of his cousin and see if we can"t discover something more of significant interest."
CHAPTER XV
The Hook-Up on Sh.o.r.e
Arrived at the open area where Hal had found his cousin"s "Crusoe diary", the three boys and Mr. Perry began a careful examination of the surroundings for further evidence that might throw light on the strange affair, which, for the time at least, appeared to defy the mystery scoffer"s "mathematics".
First they scrutinized every foot of ground where the gra.s.s had been trampled so violently, it seemed, as to suggest a physical combat. But they were not sufficiently skilled in the arts and subtleties of the aborigines to work out the "code" of footprints and twists, tears, and breaks in the gra.s.s, twigs and foliage. So the result of the inspection of an apparently recent battle ground was nil.
"I believe we"ve exhausted every possibility of a clew to the mystery in this spot," declared Cub at the end of half an hour"s search. "Let"s not waste any more time here."
"What"ll we do next, then?" asked Bud.
"Go fishin"" Cub replied.
"I think that"s a good suggestion," said Mr. Perry. "We"ve concentrated our minds and efforts on this problem all day thus far, and a little relaxation probably will do us good."
"Where"s the best place to fish?" Hal inquired.
"I think I know," Bud replied. "I found a place where we can climb down the bank to a dandy little beach while I was looking over my section of the island. A little spur of land runs out at that point, so as to form a small bay, and the water there is quiet and looks deep."
They returned to the camp and got their fishing tackle and soon were casting baited hooks into the bay. Bud"s prediction as to the hopeful appearance of this place, from an angler"s point of view, proved well founded. In less than an hour they caught more fish than they could eat at supper and breakfast.
After supper they formed a campfire circle in front of the tent--without a fire, however, for the normal heat of the atmosphere was all that comfort could demand--and held a further discussion of the situation and the problem with which they were confronted.
"I don"t know, boys, but we ought to make a trip somewhere in the Catwhisker and get police help to solve this problem," Mr. Perry remarked with a reflection of years and judgment in his countenance. "Hal"s cousin may be in serious trouble, for all we know, and it"s our duty to enlist every agency at our command to aid him."
"But while we"re gone something might develop here that would throw light on the mystery," said Bud. "Excuse me, Mr. Perry, for insisting on calling it a mystery. I can"t think of it as anything else."
"Oh, goodness me!" returned the one thus addressed. "I"m afraid you boys failed to get what I was driving at. I didn"t mean there was no such thing as mystery. That depends on your point of view. It is only people who are easily startled or confused by unusual things who are easily mystified. I don"t mean to say that it would be impossible to mystify me under any circ.u.mstances. For instance, if the man in the moon should suddenly jump down on the earth and give me a brick of green cheese, and then jump back again before I could say "thank you" I presume I"d be greatly mystified."
"Your ill.u.s.tration won"t stand a test of reason, dad," Cub objected. "To test whether it is possible for you to be mystified you must offer a test that is possible."
"That"s precisely why I offered that impossible ill.u.s.tration," Mr. Perry smiled. "I wanted to see if any of you boys would catch the inconsistency. You just call this affair a mystery as long as you think it is one, but after it is cleared up, I fancy you"ll have difficulty in looking back and picturing it as a mystery in your minds. But I didn"t intend to take us off our subject. I was going to answer Bud"s argument that something of importance might develop while we were gone. Yes, that is true, but it wouldn"t be necessary for all of us to go. Two of us might make the trip and the other two remain here."
"That"s a good idea," declared Hal. "Suppose you and Cub go and leave Bud and me here to look after the camp and watch for developments?"
Mr. Perry did not reply at once. Something new seemed to have slipped into his mind and appeared to be giving him some concern.
"On second thought," he said after a few moments of silence; "I"m inclined to withdraw my suggestion."
"What"s up now, dad?" Cub inquired.