"It"s old Cap Kidd"s mark," whispered Hiram to Colonel Ward. And with keen gaze he noted the Colonel"s tongue lick his blue lips, and saw the gold l.u.s.t beginning to gleam in his eyes.
Hiram was the only one who noted this fact: that, concealed under more seaweed, there was a date whose modernity hinted that the inscription was the work of some loafing yachtsman.
As he rose from his knees he saw Mr. Bodge pause on a hillock, arms rigidly akimbo, the point of the cow"s horn directed straight down.
"I"ve found it!" he squealed. "It"s here! Come on, come one, come all and dig, for G.o.d sakes!"
The excitement of those first few hours was too much for the self-control of Colonel Gideon Ward"s avaricious nature. He hesitated a long time, blinking hard as each shovelful of dirt sprayed against the breeze. Then he grasped an opportunity when he could talk with Cap"n Sproul apart, and said, huskily:
"It"s still all guesswork and uncertain, and you stand to lose a lot of expense. I know I promised not to talk business with you, but couldn"t you consider a proposition to stand in even?"
The Cap"n glared on him severely.
"Do you think it"s a decent proposition to step up to me and ask me to sell you gold dollars for a cent apiece? When you came on this trip you understood that Bodge was mine, and that he and this scheme wa"n"t for sale. Don"t ever mention it again or you and me"ll have trouble."
And Colonel Ward went back to watch the digging, angry, l.u.s.ting, and disheartened.
The next day the hole was far enough advanced to require the services of Imogene as bucket-lifter. That docile animal obligingly swam ash.o.r.e, to the great admiration of all spectators.
On that day it was noted first that gloom was settling on the spirits of Mr. Bodge. The gloom dated from a conversation held very privately the evening before between Mr. Bodge and Colonel Ward.
Mr. Bodge, pivoting on his peg-leg, stood at the edge of the deepening hole with a doleful air that did not accord with his enthusiastic claims as a treasure-hunter. That night he had another conference with Colonel Ward, and the next day he stood beside the hole and muttered constantly in the confidential retirement of his whiskers.
On the third day he had a murderous look in his eyes every time he turned them in the direction of Cap"n Sproul. On the night of the fourth day Hiram detected him hopping softly on bare foot across the cabin of the _Dobson_ toward the stateroom of Cap"n Sproul. He carried his unstrapped peg-leg in his hand, holding it as he would a weapon. Detected, he explained to Hiram with guilty confusion that he was walking in his sleep. The next night, at his own request, he was left alone on the island, where he might indulge in the frailty of somnambulism without danger to any one.
Colonel Ward, having missed his usual private conference with Mr.
Bodge that night, and betraying a certain uneasiness on that account, gobbled a hurried breakfast, took the dingy, and went ash.o.r.e alone.
Cap"n Sproul and Hiram Look, stepping from the yawl upon the beach a half-hour later, saw the Colonel"s gaunt frame outlined against the morning sun. He was leaning over the hole, hands on his knees, and appeared to be very intently engaged.
"There"s something underhanded going on here, and I propose to find out what it is," growled the Cap"n.
"Noticed it, have you?" inquired Hiram, cheerfully.
"I notice some things that I don"t talk a whole lot about."
"I"m glad you have," went on Hiram, serenely overlooking a possible taunt regarding his own reticence. "It"s a part of the plot, and plot aforesaid is now ripe enough to be picked. Or, to put it another way, I figger that the esteemed relative has bit and has swallered the hook."
"Ain"t it about time I got let in on this?" demanded the Cap"n, with heat.
With an air as though about to impart a vital secret, Hiram grasped the Cap"n"s arm and whispered: "I"ll tell you just what you"ve got to do to make the thing go. You say "Yes" when I tell you to."
Then he hurried up the hill, Cap"n Sproul puffing at his heels and revolving venomous thoughts.
It was a deep hole and a gloomy hole, but when the two arrived at the edge they could see Mr. Bodge at the bottom. His peg-leg was unstrapped, and he held it clutched in both hands and brandished it at them the moment their heads appeared over the edge.
"And there you be, you robber!" he squalled. "You would pick cents off"m, a dead man"s eyes, and bread out of the mouths of infants."
He stopped his tirade long enough to suck at the neck of a black bottle.
"Come on! Come one, come all!" he screamed. "I"ll split every head open. I"ll stay here till I starve. Ye"ll have to walk over my dead body to get it."
"Well, he"s good and drunk, and gone crazy into the bargain," snorted the Cap"n, disgustedly.
"It"s a sad thing," remarked Colonel Ward, his little, hard eyes gleaming with singular fires, and trying to compose his features.
"I"m afraid of what may happen if any one tries to go down there."
"I"ll come pretty near to goin" down into my own hole if I want to,"
blurted the Cap"n.
"I"ll kill ye jest so sure"s h.e.l.l"s a good place to thaw plumbin","
cried Mr. Bodge. "I"ve got ye placed. You was goin" to steal my brains.
You was goin" to suck Bodge dry and laugh behind his back. You"re an old thief and liar."
"There"s no bald-headed old sosh that can call me names--not when I can stop it by droppin" a rock on his head," stated the Cap"n with vigor.
"You don"t mean to say you"d hurt that unfortunate man?" inquired Colonel Ward. "He has gone insane, I think. He ought to be treated gently. I probably feel different about it than either of you, who are comparative strangers in Smyrna. But I"ve always known Eleazar Bodge, and I should hate to see any harm come to him. As it is, his brain has been turned by this folly over buried treasure." The Colonel tried to speak with calmness and dignity, but his tones were husky and his voice trembled. "Perhaps I can handle him better than any of the rest of you. I was talkin" with him when you came up."
"You all go away and leave me with Colonel Gid Ward," bawled Bodge.
"He"s the only friend I"ve got in the world. He"ll be good to me."
"It"s pretty bad business," commented Hiram, peering down into the pit with much apprehension.
"It"s apt to be worse before it"s over with," returned the Colonel.
And, catching a look in Hiram"s eyes that seemed to hint at something, he called the showman aside.
"I can"t talk with my brother-in-law," he began. "He seems to get very impatient with me when we try to talk business. But I"ve got a proposition to make, and perhaps I can make it through you."
Then, seeing that the Cap"n was bending malevolent gaze on them, he drew Hiram farther away, and they entered into spirited colloquy.
"It"s this way," reported the showman, returning at last to the Cap"n, and holding him firmly by the coat lapel. "As you and I have talked it, you"ve sort of got cold feet on this treasure proposition." This was news to the Cap"n, but his eyelids did not so much as quiver.
"Here you are now up against a man that"s gone crazy and that"s threatenin" to kill you, and may do so if you try to do more business with him. Colonel Ward says he"s known him a good many years, and pities him in his present state, and, more than that, has got sort of interested in this Cap Kidd treasure business himself, and has a little money he"d like to spend on it--and to help Mr. Bodge.
Proposition by Colonel Ward is that if you"ll step out and turn over Mr. Bodge and this hole to him just as it stands he"ll hand you his check now for fifteen thousand dollars, and"--the showman hastened to stop the Cap"n"s amazed gasping by adding decisively--"as your friend and general manager of this expedition, and knowin" your feelin"s pretty well, I"ve accepted and herewith hand you check.
Members of Hecla fire company will please take notice of trade. Do I state it right, Colonel Ward?"
The Colonel, with high color mantling his thin cheeks, affirmed hoa.r.s.ely.
"And, bein" induced to do this mostly out of regard for Mr. Bodge, he thinks it"s best for us to sail away so that Mr. Bodge can calm himself. We"ll send a packet from Portland to take "em off. They would like to stay here and prospect for a few days. Right, Colonel Ward?"
The Colonel affirmed once more.
Casting one more look into the hole, another at his inexplicable brother-in-law, and almost incredulous gaze at the check in his hand, Cap"n Sproul turned and marched off down the hill. He promptly went on board, eager to get that check as far away from its maker as possible.
It was an hour later before he had opportunity of a word with Hiram, who had just finished the embarkation of Imogene.
"My Gawd, Hiram!" he gasped, "how did you skin this out of him?"
"I could have got twenty-five thousand just as quick," replied the showman. "You take a complicated plot like that, and when it does get ripe it"s easy pickin". When old Dot-and-carry got to pokin"
around in that hole this mornin" and come upon the chist bound with iron, after sc.r.a.pin" away about a foot of dirt, he jest naturally concluded he"d rather be equal partners with Colonel Gid Ward than be with you what I explained he was to the Colonel."