I should say that my ankle was so far recovered that I had discarded my crutch and now limped on a cane. We soon had come up with the creek, where it flowed amongst the trees. A path showed the way along the bank, and the eager Norris pushed ahead, urging us to follow. I trotted after, at the best speed my lame ankle would allow, and Ray by my side. We hadn"t covered two hundred yards, when another bit of clearing showed ahead.
"Hurry up," said Norris. "We"ll be there in a second--Hurrah for the gold mine!"
CHAPTER XXVI
DOINGS ON THE LITTLE ISLE AGAIN
"Hurrah!" echoed Ray, with teasing, mock enthusiasm. "Hurrah!"
But we hadn"t taken two more steps forward, now, when there broke out ahead of us the voice of Hawkins again, singing:
_"She died of the fever, no doctor could save her."_
Smash! went our enthusiasm, and we turned tail and skedaddled back on the path. We pulled up a moment at the edge of the open bit, and we heard:
_"She was a fish monger, and where is the wonder--"_
We hopped across the clearing, and still the song followed:
_"For they all wheeled wheel-barrows through streets wide and narrow,"_
_"Crying--"c.o.c.kles! and mussels! alive, alive, O!""_
"That blooming idiot!" broke out Norris, when we came to a stand in the brush. "What business had he coming back so soon!"
"He just couldn"t wait to sing us that song," said Ray. ""c.o.c.kles! and muscles!" But say--Hurrah for the gold mine!"
"Perhaps the black boy smelled a mouse," I offered.
We hadn"t long to wait till Hawkins came pushing through the brush.
"I tell you wot, fellahs," he explained, "that n.i.g.g.e.r suddent got stubborn, an" wouldn"t go no farther. "Ee was just afraid, I guess, as "ow the boss "ud raise _ructions_ if we "adn"t got enough work done when "ee gets back. This last trip, the boss sure "as got a big "urry on; "ee"d "ave us workin" night an" day, if "ee "ad the light."
"How much, now, do you suppose he has got out of the diggings?"
questioned Norris.
"Hit"s a "eap more nor I can guess," answered Hawkins. "Hit"s a "eap o"
pounds we "ave got out the two years I "ave been "ere. An" now, "ee"s a cartin" of it awye from some "ole back in the rocks where "ee"s been keepin" it, "ee don"t let the n.i.g.g.e.r nor me go near the plyce. "Ee says "ee "as got a trap there; an" "ee"ll shoot us if we foller "im anywhere "ee goes."
Norris had many queries to put the little c.o.c.kney contortionist, but I soon pressed him to go, lest the black boy should come seeking him. And so he went, having exacted a promise that we would not go away from the region without him. In return, he contracted to play into our hands in circ.u.mventing Duran. "And Hi"m slick," he declared. "He cawn"t fool Handy "Awkins."
"And now--" began Norris.
"Now we"ll get back to our little camp," I said.
"It"s hard to go without a sight of the gold diggings," said Norris, half in earnest, half playing the youngster.
"The diggings will keep till the time"s ripe," I said, a.s.suming the paternalism forced on me.
"Hurrah for the gold mine!" teased Ray, keeping a wary eye on Grant Norris.
We were soon in the path, and presently scaled the cliff on Duran"s contraption. We coiled the halliard under the brush on the cliff-top, as Duran had left it, and picked our way to the cavern entry-hall. A flash from my electric lamp revealed that all the gold-laden bamboo cylinders were gone from that niche, where we had seen them.
"I hope to Heaven our fellows saw what he did with that stuff," prayed Norris, when we had crawled out through the curtain of water into that outer world again.
"Trust Bob for that," I a.s.sured him. "He"ll have the place spotted if he"s had half a chance."
Everything was ship-shape in the camp-place amongst the brush. There was food in plenty, and though it was late, I was glad to round out my breakfast with some fruit and a nibble of cheese. We had nothing to do but to rest until the return of our comrades. And that event we were not to expect until some time between sunset and morning, for we had already seen that it was by night, by preference, that Duran traveled to and from that secret vale behind the cliffs.
It was a long and irksome time of waiting that day and night, for a good share of the night had pa.s.sed ere they had come. Even now, so long since that time, I yawn to think of it. And I am thinking that I can do no better, to cover that s.p.a.ce, than tell how our friends employed the time, while they were gone down Crow Bay.
It was soon after nightfall, Carlos--on the lookout--had heard Duran splashing in the creek, below the cascade, and he made out the ill-defined form of him as he moved away down the path in the murk.
Carlos hurried over to the nook in the brush and made his report.
Duran"s coming, of course, was expected--though he seemed a trifle early--and the plan of procedure had already been outlined. Grant Norris set off at once to again achieve that pa.s.sage through the grotto and join Ray, who lingered at the cliff-top, where he had witnessed Duran"s pa.s.sage. Captain Jean Marat, Robert, and Carlos prepared to follow on Duran"s trail.
But there was a circ.u.mstance troubled Carlos, and he had a word to say.
"Duran, he walk ver" light, an" it seem" he keep ver" straight," he began. "I think he do not carry anything."
"Let"s go see!" said Robert.
And he and Carlos hastened into the cavern, where Robert threw his flashlight on the scene. There was that stack of gold-filled sections of bamboo, quite of the same size as they had seen it hardly more than two hours before. And more--on the floor of the cavern lay a canvas pack, with its leather straps.
"He hasn"t taken a thing!" broke out Robert.
And the two hurried out to where Marat stood waiting on the stream"s bank.
Robert gave him the news.
"Ah!" said Marat. "He go for help to carry thee big load away."
But Robert"s mind was full of another idea, and he said, "Captain Marat, suppose you and Carlos go and see if you can see anything of him out in the bay. I"ll stay here. And if you see him going off in the canoe, send Carlos after me. If you don"t see him, wait for me."
"Ver" well," said Marat.
And the two set off in the murk. They moved rapidly, alternately trotting and walking, intent on covering as much of the s.p.a.ce between them and Duran as might be. And as they went, Marat--and Carlos as well--began to have an inkling of the thought that was in Robert"s mind.
When they got to the water they quickly satisfied themselves that Duran"s st.u.r.dy little canoe was gone from its place. Soon they were in the skiff and out on the bay. Swiftly they moved down the sh.o.r.e, looking over their shoulders now and again, for the sight of some dark object on the quiet surface of the water. They had hardly gone a mile when they rested on their oars, and took one good long look down the bay. Nothing showed.
Robert, in the meantime, squatted on the bank of the creek, and waited patiently for perhaps two hours. A tree-toad trilled out, now and then, to mingle his song with the music of the nearby cascade. The tree-tops hung over the stream with never a rustle, for the night breeze had not yet risen.