All of these things David saw at a glance. It was a desperate undertaking, but it was the only chance, and he held straight for the pa.s.sage. If he could keep the boat to her course, he would make it. If a sudden squall of wind overtook them the leeway would throw them upon the island breakers and they would be swallowed up in an instant and pounded to pieces upon the rocks.
Over and over again David breathed the prayer: "Lord, take us through safe! Lord, take us through safe!" His face was set, but his nerves were iron. Andy and Jamie, tense with the peril and excitement of the adventure, crouched in the bottom of the boat. As they drew near the island, Jamie shouted encouragingly:
"Keep your grit, and a stout heart like a man, Davy!" but the roar of breakers drowned his voice, and David did not hear.
"Is you afraid, Jamie?" Andy yelled in Jamie"s ear.
"Aye," answered Jamie, "but I has plenty of grit."
He who knows danger and meets it manfully though he fears it, is brave, and Jamie and all of them were brave.
The boat was in the pa.s.sage at last. David, every nerve tense, held her down to it. On the right seethed the Devil"s Tea Kettle, sending forth a continuous deafening roar. On the left was Comfort Island with a boom! boom! of thundering breakers smashing against its high, sullen bulwarks of black rocks. The boat was so near that spray from the breakers fell over it in a shower.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ON THE RIGHT SEETHED THE DEVIL"S TEA KETTLE]
It was over in a moment. The Devil"s Tea Kettle, with all its loud threats, was behind them. The boat shot down along the sh.o.r.e, David swung to port, and they were safe in the quiet waters to the lee of the island.
"Thank the Lord!" said David reverently, as he brought the little craft to and the sail flapped idly.
""Twere a close shave," breathed Jamie.
"A wonderful close shave," echoed Andy.
"You had grit," said Jamie. "You has plenty o" grit, Davy--and a stout heart, like a man. "Twere wonderful how you cracked her through!
There"s nary a man on the coast could have done better"n that!"
""Twere easy enough," David boasted with a laugh as he wiped the spray from his face, and unshipping the rudder proceeded to scull the boat into a natural berth between the rocks.
Hardly a breath of the gale raging outside reached them in their snug little harbour. The boat was made fast with the painter to a ledge, and the boys climed to the high rocky sh.o.r.e.
An excellent camping place was discovered a hundred yards back in a grove of stunted spruce trees that had rooted themselves in the scant soil that covered the rocks, and held fast, despite the Arctic blasts that swept across the Bay to rake the island during the long winters.
Here the tent was pitched, and everything carried up from the boat and stowed within to dry. Fifteen minutes later the tent stove was crackling cheerily and sending forth comfort to the drenched young mariners. "There"ll be no hurry in the marnin"," said David when they had eaten supper and lighted a candle. "We"ll stay up to-night till we gets the outfit all dried, and if we"re late about un we"ll sleep a bit later in the marnin", to make up. We"ll make Fort Pelican in an hour, or two hours _what_ever, if we has a civil breeze in the marnin"."
"We"ll not be gettin" away from Fort Pelican to-morrow, will we?"
asked Andy.
"We"ll take the day for visitin" the folk and hearin" the news, and start back the marnin" after," suggested David.
It was near midnight when they crawled into their beds to drop into a ten-knot sleep, and they slept so soundly than none of them awoke until they were aroused by the sun shining upon the tent the next morning.
Breakfast was prepared and eaten leisurely. There was no hurry. The wind had fallen to a moderate stiff breeze, and Fort Pelican, through the narrows connecting Eskimo Bay with the sea outside, was almost in sight.
When the dishes were washed Andy and Jamie took down the tent, while David shouldered a pack and preceded them to the place where they had moored the boat the previous evening. A few minutes later he came running back, and in breathless excitement startled them with the announcement:
"The boat"s gone!"
"Gone where?" asked Andy incredulously.
"Gone! I"m not knowin" _where_!" exclaimed David.
"Has she been took?" asked Jamie, excitedly.
"Took!" said David. "The painter were untied and she were took!
There"s tracks about of big boots with nails in un!"
Andy and Jamie ran down with David. No trace of the boat was to be found.
In the earth above the sh.o.r.e were plainly to be seen the tracks of two men wearing hobnailed boots.
"They"s fresh tracks," declared David.
"Made this marnin"," Andy agreed. "They"s the same kind of tracks as the ones I see under Lem"s window. Whoever "twere made these tracks shot Lem and took his silver."
"And now we"re left here on the island with no way of gettin" off,"
said David.
"What"ll we be doin"? How"ll we ever get away?" asked Jamie in consternation.
But that was a question none of them could answer.
CHAPTER VII
THE MYSTERY OF THE BOAT
The boys looked at each other in consternation. They were marooned on a desolate, rocky, spa.r.s.ely wooded island. Boats pa.s.sed only at rare intervals, and a fortnight, or even a month, might elapse before an opportunity for rescue offered. Their provisions would scarcely last a week, and the island was dest.i.tute of game.
"Whoever "twere took the boat," Andy suggested presently, "were on the island when we comes."
"Aye," David agreed, "and makin" for Fort Pelican. They been up as far as Lem"s and they"s gettin" away with Lem"s silver to sell un."
""Tis strange boots they wears," said Jamie. "Strange boots them is with nails in un."
""Twere no man of The Labrador made them tracks," David declared.
"I never sees boots with nails in un," said Andy, "except the boots the lumber folks wears over at the new camp at Grampus River."
"Aye," agreed David, "they wears un. When we goes over with Pop last month when the big steamer comes I sees un. Plenty of un wears boots with nails in."
"That"s who "twere took our boat!" said Andy. ""Twere men from the Grampus River lumber camp."
"Let"s track un and see where they were camped," suggested David.
The trail was easily followed. Here and there a footprint appeared where soil had drifted in among the rocks above the sh.o.r.e. The trail led them three hundred yards to the eastward, and then down into a sheltered hollow just above the water"s edge, where a small boat was drawn up upon the sh.o.r.e.
"Here"s a boat!" exclaimed Jamie, who had run ahead.