Smilax had opened our duffle and hung out several things to air. But the provisions, ammunition, matches and--glory be!--my tobacco, had been packed in tins and were dry. I could not say as much for the clothes I wore, and quickly stripped them off to hang before the fire he was building.
As these and the coffee pot were steaming I walked to the beach and followed it to a westernmost point, being curious to see if from there we could get a glimpse of the islands, and also if our camp were securely hidden from anyone pa.s.sing the entrance of the Cove. Most of all, of course, did I want to search the horizon, and for several minutes stood beneath the solitary palm that had resumed its majesty. So white was the sand, sloping from a violet-tinted fringe of sea-grape stalks to the lapping waves, so green and sparkling, yet so drowsy, was the Gulf, that I could not realize, were my present nudeness less constantly a reminder, that since the setting sun these peaceful things had been lashed with a devil"s fury. No sail showed anywhere; only the palm and I seemed to be alone in this balmy wilderness. But my faith in Gates whispered that the _Whim_ was safe. Looking back, I realized also that our camp lay well concealed; to the south the islands were cut off by an opposite strip of land; eastward and northward stretched primeval forests, swamps and prairies for half a hundred miles. I seemed to be the only human animal upon the earth.
A hungry osprey circling in the sky dropped as a plummet, struck the water and, after a momentary struggle, arose with his fish, ingeniously holding it head-foremost to facilitate flight. From another point now came a scream, well known to me, and I turned to see an eagle approaching with tremendous speed. Here before my eyes was to be committed "an overt act of piracy" that has for untold centuries caused a strained relationship between these birds. By feints at darting, but with no real intention to harm, he drove the osprey upward--for in aerial combats amongst the feathered tribes advantage lies in the higher alt.i.tude, and the hawk excitedly strove for this while the eagle coolly permitted it. In such a manner the fight was carried skyward until the combatants looked small. Then it entered its second, and last, phase.
Quite master of the situation the eagle now rose to the upper plane and began his attack from above, whereupon to save itself the hawk released its fish and took to flight--which was, of course, exactly what the eagle wished. Here was his opportunity for the spectacular. Diving straight downward--first, however, increasing his speed with two swift strokes of his powerful wings which then became set in a half curve--he overtook the falling breakfast in mid air, seized it, swung gracefully outward and disappeared over the forest.
Shame, thought I, that our National Bird, secure from discovery at Washington, should be practising this thoroughly un-American might-makes-right business! Yet through my being came a sympathetic whisper. I had never felt it while in contact with other people, but here I was stripped as a savage--alone with the woods and the ocean. If the Florida peninsula had been formed when my ancestors went naked, one of them might have loitered near this very spot, and I smiled as I wondered if he, too, had been planning to carry off some female from her watchful tribe!
It was good to be in the wilderness, good to be savage, good to be unclothed beneath G.o.d"s high heaven and know that by my muscle and my cunning I was king. No ordinary king who went about with a jeweled crown upon his head could ever feel this exuberance of being, and in pure delight I plunged into the water.
Out, out and out I swam, joyously diving for handsfull of sh.e.l.ls that I held aloft as a pagan offering to the G.o.ds. I put in bursts of speed, then rested on my back upon the cradling waves, watching the streaks of feathery clouds that stretched across the sky--streamers, flying far behind the tempest. And then, with tingling blood, I would flip my body and swim down, down for more sh.e.l.ls. I was King of the great out-of-doors; a reincarnated primordial monster, holding high carnival with the elements!
Smilax, having come in search of me and seeing my head far from sh.o.r.e, followed at once. It was then, as he approached, that I received my first disillusionment of being king by the right of muscle, because he sped through the water as an oiled torpedo, putting to shame my skill that had been somewhat thought of in the Athletic Club tank at home.
Almost immediately followed my second jolt, as he glanced over his shoulder, saying:
"Lookout, maybe whole lot shark!"
King or no king, I went sh.o.r.eward like a scared cat. Anyone could have had my crown then for the mere trouble of picking it up. Curiously, there flashed into my mind a game I used to play as a youngster: What-Would-You-Rather-Be-Eaten-Up-By! We boys would pompously answer lions, puffing ourselves out bravely and pretending we didn"t care, but I remembered one little girl who aroused our contemptuous laughter by answering "goldfish." And now, after all these years, for the first time I found myself marveling at her sagacity. Indeed, she was off and on in my thoughts until I had clothed myself in dry garments and partaken of a grown man"s breakfast; after which I dropped into a state of retrospective contentment, divided between the annoyances that beset kings, Azurian princesses, and the culinary skill of Smilax.
That ebony giant of strength was not aware of my mission here, nor, indeed, of anything that had pa.s.sed aboard the _Whim_, so when he had cleaned the dishes I lit my pipe and called to him. It seemed but fair that he should know the dangers of our expedition before joining it. His perception was quicker than his speech, and more than once he antic.i.p.ated my narrative with some word suitable to its climax.
"We get lady," he said, at last.
"After a while," I corrected. "Just now we"re to see where she is, how she"s guarded, and how many guards there are. But we"re not to start anything till the others get back. You don"t happen to know this country, I suppose?"
"Not right here; but two day walk there," he pointed a little east of north, "yes, good. Mother live with Seminole one time, over there."
"I thought you were from Jamaica," I said; for, indeed, we had got that impression.
"No, me n.i.g.g.e.r raised by Seminoles. Been to Jamaica on ship, heap time."
"Then you speak Seminole?"
"Some," he answered, modestly.
I should have recognized in his way of talking, which was neither Jamaica nor American negro, the Seminole influence. Now this further light upon his past accounted for the many ways he had shown himself a woodsman; things that had astonished and pleased me, since I had not looked for them in a seafaring man who later became a fisher of sponges. It brought me a feeling of greater a.s.surance for the task ahead of us, because Smilax, with an Indian training added to his stupendous strength, would be scout, warrior, pack-horse, all in one; really, an invaluable a.s.set.
The chart that should have come in the second boat--with Tommy, alas, and Bilkins--was missing, but I remembered pretty well the lay of the land and knew that the island area began only a short distance south of our Cove. This I discussed with Smilax, who added light by his general knowledge--hearsay, for the most part. Yet when I suggested leaving our things cached where they were while we made a reconnoissance, he strenuously objected.
"Lady maybe fifteen, twenty, mile "way," he said. "We take camp "long."
"That"s very well if you take it," I laughed, "but I"ve no idea of lugging that stuff half over Florida. Why not carry the things we need?"
"Maybe need all," he answered, then smiled: "Camp light."
At this he arose with a subtle power that reminded me of a huge black leopard and began making our things into a pack. Never had I seen, anywhere from Newfoundland to the Rockies, a bundle of duffle more skillfully arranged, and I said with no small degree of admiration:
"I"d take off my hat to you, Smilax, if the storm hadn"t blown it away!"
He grinned, feeling the praise if not understanding its medium; then asked:
"We go now?"
"Let"s wait half an hour to see if the _Whim_ comes in sight," I told him. "There"s a lot to talk over, anyway, before we start. For one thing, if we get separated how shall we find each other?"
"If you lose me, you hunt good place to wait, and wait. Me find you."
For some time we discussed other details. Finally I asked:
"How far down in those islands do you think they are?"
He was sitting with his knees drawn up, his arms crossed upon them, and now let his forehead, too, rest there in meditation.
"One place," he slowly answered, "no white hunter ever get. Injuns know it, but "fraid to go "cause evil spirit live there--near mouth of river Seminole call Il-lit; in white man tongue, mean Death. Me think maybe find "em there."
"Death river"s a good place for that old scoundrel to hang out," I agreed. "How far?"
"Maybe fifteen mile, maybe ten, maybe twenty; no can say. We see."
"By the way, Smilax, how do you say "d.a.m.n old scoundrel" in Seminole?"
He raised his head and appreciatively grinned, answering:
"Hal-wak esta-had-kee, mean "bad white man.""
"That"s neither bad nor short enough. What else?"
"Host-cope-e-taw, mean thief."
"Good but too long. I want something I can remember; to christen him, understand? What"s your shortest word?"
"Shee."
"That"s more like it. What"s "shee" mean?"
"Feathers."
"But, h.e.l.l, Smilax," I burst out laughing, "there"d be no sense in calling him feathers!"
"Efaw," he said again, "mean dog; kotee, toad; chesshe, rat. Maybe him dog-toad-rat!"
"That only begins to be him," I declared, with the same glorious contempt for p.r.o.nouns. "In the prospective waters of Death river I christen him Efaw Kotee, the dog-toad!"--But in my heart I offered an apology to the canine family, many of whose sons and daughters have been among my most loyal friends.
"We go; maybe find him," the black giant grinned again, bending backward to get his shoulders beneath the ropes and then straightening up as though two, and not two hundred, pounds of weight came with him.
I walked quickly out to the point and took one more look, a searching, lingering look across the green water. Nowhere was the _Whim_, nowhere even a speck of sail or any other craft. Except for a pelican of sober mien, rising and falling with the waves, the Gulf seemed barren of any life. But something told me that the yacht was safe.