ON THE GOLD TRAIL AGAIN
It was Carlos and Rufe, together, who routed us all out long before day; and soon we were set on sh.o.r.e--Captain Marat, Norris, Julian, Ray, Robert and myself. We moved to the eastern edge of the city, and there awaited Carlos, who had hurried off to consult with his friend. We hadn"t long to wait. He came with the intelligence that Duran had gone from the city at dusk the evening before. He had doubtless gone to the old ruin, since he had been attended by a man who was wont to wait on him, carrying his burdens, when going inland. When going direct to his ship, his attendants were always two or more sailors.
"Well, then it"s for another visit to that old palace, where we had so much fun, eh Wayne?" said Norris.
Carlos led us over an old, seldom used trail; one that ran back of the old ruin.
It was a long, tedious march. And yet the morning was still fresh when we found ourselves at the bottom of the rear wall of the palace, looking up to where that escape door was hidden among the vines. I went up first. With my stick through the hole, I had up the latch, and pushed the door open. Next came Robert.
"Say," spoke up Grant Norris, "is that ladder of yours going to hold two hundred ten pounds?"
"It"ll hold three times that," I a.s.sured him. And so he came up with ease, in spite of his weight.
Ray, Julian, Carlos, and Marat, soon were standing with us in the dark pa.s.sage. Flashing my light, I led the way up the stone steps, and along the pa.s.sage.
We came at last to that little door opening into Duran"s room--that door through which I had made my rash entry, and hasty retreat.
There was no light shining through the c.h.i.n.ks of the shrine this time.
But I put my ear close, and in a little I distinguished the sound of heavy breathing within. Someone slept there. I communicated that piece of intelligence to the others in a low whisper. And we waited for the sleeper to waken.
Near half an hour must have pa.s.sed and Norris had moved back down the pa.s.sage, to calm his impatience. It was then we heard a loud knocking on a door of that room. The sleeper was aroused, and then light shone through the crevices.
Captain Marat and Carlos gave ear to the talk of those in the room.
Duran, in sleeping garb, and a lame black attendant, were the occupants, as a peek through those c.h.i.n.ks showed.
By Marat"s report the following was the talk of the two:
"Well," said Duran, "any news of those dogs of Americans having gone?"
"Gani, just come," said the black. "He say French man and woman, and baby, and Brill woman, go way in steamer; schooner stay."
"So! The schooner stay!" thundered Duran. And he cursed and fumed a spell. "The schooner stay! Why do they stay?--It is that Carlos Brill.
He has told them something. It is the gold now they want. Why did I not kill him?"
"The men have try," spoke the black. "They cannot--"
"They have try!" thundered Duran. "They try a little, and because he escape one, two bad shots, the fools they say the Zombi protect him.
Well, no Zombi protect him when I see him!--They shall not find the gold.--Go, make ready my breakfast."
The black left the room. Duran turned to his toilet, manifesting his ill humor the while with grumbling to himself. The man presently brought in his food, and again retired. The meal finished, Duran sat in deep contemplation for some minutes, staring before him, and intermittently pulling on the lobe of his ear in his characteristic manner.
Finally he stepped to the door, and called. The black man again appeared.
"Tell Gani I go to the _Orion_," he said. The door closed and again Duran fell into soliloquy.
"Yes, I make the gold safe," he said. "That Carlos Brill--I should kill him long ago."
We could hear him in the room, but his activities were, for the most part, out of our range of vision.
Then presently he brought a box to the table. He laid out a money-belt.
Then from the box he took bundles of bills, of money; and then came a half dozen fat pouches. That this was gold we had no doubt. The paper money and bags of gold Duran soon had transferred to the money-belt. And this he hung about his waist, with straps over the shoulders. A light jacket concealed the whole. He put away the box again.
His preparations were soon completed, and he went out of the room, having put out the lights.
It was then Marat gave us the account of that which he had heard.
"Well," I said, "if he"s going to his schooner, we"ll have to get a move on us."
I professed that I wanted to see the place Duran got that box from. And Norris confessed a like curiosity. "And I want to see how this door works," he said. So we two lingered, while the others hurried down the pa.s.sage, meaning to have an eye on Duran when he should start off toward his ship.
Norris and I crawled through the little door. We first put lights to the candles, and looked to the security of the door. And then came search for a secret recess. After some minutes survey, we found a marble slab of the floor, next the wall, showing dust about the edges. Hung on the wall was a hook of metal. With this we succeeded to pull up an end of the slab.
To take out the stone and thrust our hands into the recess, where it extended under the wall, was the effort of two moments. We pulled forth the box.
It now held only two objects: a small account book, and a gold ring having the form of a serpent. The ring I pocketed. The book held some figures--amounts with many ciphers, and a number of addresses. One in Paris, others in Porto Rico, Jamaica, Cuba--the Cambons" among them. I tore out a leaf and made copies of them.
"That"s right, Wayne," said Grant Norris. "They might be of value."
Soon we were out in the pa.s.sage.
Down in the bed of the stream we found Robert awaiting us.
"He"s gone," said Robert. "We were in time to see him and one black man go off through the woods."
Robert led the way; and soon we were on a trail going toward the sea.
We hurried to catch up with the others, and in a little, came upon Julian and Ray, lingering to make sure we"d found the way.
"I suppose you two are now sporting a money-belt apiece," said Ray.
I showed him the serpent ring.
"Ugh!" he grunted. "That voodoo"s coat of arms, I guess."
We"d covered about two miles when we got sight of Captain Marat and Carlos. Carlos kept well ahead; and he was never long without a glimpse of Duran and his black, whose progress was slow, because of a burden.
That Duran was on his way to the gold mine, there was little doubt.
Carlos a.s.sured us that it was always this way he went when he meant to conceal his movements. And on these occasions he would sail away in his schooner in the night. And it was this had made it impossible for Carlos to follow him to the place. That his father had never travelled to the mine by a water route Carlos was quite sure, though he had been much too young to have much judgment in the matter, or over much curiosity.
Duran"s sailors had proven uncorruptible. Voodoo superst.i.tion had had much to do with it, doubtless, and they were liberally paid by their master. Carlos knew of only one black who had deserted Duran"s service; and he had afterward been found murdered, in the city.
The character of the growth changed as we approached the sea. The greater trees were less plentiful; there were more open s.p.a.ces; bamboo, tall gra.s.ses, came in our way; cocoa palms, royal palms, cabbage palms, looked down upon us as we pa.s.sed. And then came vistas, giving view of the blue sea. Here the course turned east.
In the comparative sparsity of the growth, there was less need for a path, so now Carlos soon had lost the trail of Duran and his black. He recommended that we remain where we then were, while he was gone forward, to seek for signs of the two.
"Thanks, Carlos," said Ray, throwing himself on the ground, "I never was so hot, and done up."
All were glad of a rest, except perhaps Grant Norris, who was always for going forward. Now, though, the heat must have taken, temporarily, some of the go out of him, for he lay immovable for so much as ten minutes.