CHAPTER XXV. THE HEART OF THE MYSTERY--CONCLUSION.
We left the major and his party marooned in the cave, and overcome by thesuddenness of the disaster that had overtaken them like a bolt from aclear sky. We must now return to them.
After the first shock of the discovery the major suggested that theyretreat to the chamber and talk things over as calmly as possible. Eachone of the party, with a strong effort to master his feelings, followedthe advice. A long consultation followed, the result of which was thatthey determined that the first thing to be done was to institute a searchfor water.
The far end of the cavern had not yet been explored and it was decided tobegin with that. Headed by the major, they started for what seemed ablank wall at the end of the chamber. But on nearing it, it proved thatits appearance of blankness was chiefly caused by a sort of screen ofrock that masked an opening as effectually as if it had been placed thereby someone anxious to conceal it.
"We'll penetrate beyond this," announced the major, and holding hislantern high, was stepping forward when he stopped. One word came to hislips:
"Water!"
From a tiny rift in the rock, sure enough, a small but blessed stream ofclear water was flowing. The delight with which the imprisoned partyhailed the discovery may be imagined. For a short time, while theyassuaged their pangs of thirst, already painful, they almost forgot theseriousness of their situation.
While the others drank, Andy Bowles, who had been one of the first totaste the cool water, strayed further into the passage. Presently hisvoice was borne back to the others.
"Say!" he cried; "there's a funny sort of box in here."
"What kind of a box?" hailed the major, alert in an instant.
"Why, it's awful old by the looks of it. It's all bound with iron, andnails are stuck all over it. And--say! There are two more back beyondit."
"The treasure trove!" gasped the professor.
"Beyond a doubt," said the major. Then he added gloomily, "but what goodis it to us now? If we cannot escape from here before long we shallperish miserably, and nothing but dynamite can release us."
"At any rate we must not give up hope," counselled the professor;"suppose we investigate these boxes. At any rate it will give ussomething to do. It is better than doing nothing."
"That is right," declared the major; "it may keep us from dwelling on thesituation."
Merritt's axe was called into requisition, and, as the others stood roundwith upraised lanterns, the boy swung the weapon down on the iron lock ofthe first of the old chests. It was old and rotten, and, after a fewblows, it gave way.
With trembling, nervous hands the lid of the box was pushed back. But asurprise greeted the fortune hunters. Instead of a mass of gold objectsor coins meeting their eyes only a faded piece of red velvet, coveringthe contents of the box, met their gaze.
"Pull it off!" ordered the major.
Merritt and the professor raised the bit of fabric and then started backwith startled faces. Under the velvet was a picture. A grim portrait of atall man in black garments holding a skull in his hands, while he kneltbeside an open grave. Under it was painted in old fashioned letters:
"The End Of The Quest for Riches."
"Good heavens," exclaimed the major, who had paled a little under histan, "that seems almost like a warning."
Mastering a feeling of dread, Merritt helped the professor to raise thepicture. Under it was an old sea cloak, a brass spy glass of antiquemake, and an old-fashioned compass and--that was all.
"It begins to look as if my ancestor had played a grim joke onposterity," said the major; "however, let us see what is in the other twoboxes."
Crash!
Down came Merritt's axe on the first of the remaining two chests. The lidflew open with such suddenness that it startled them. It was operated byconcealed springs.
As the light of the lanterns fell on the contents of this box, however,all doubt as to the success of the quest was removed. It was filled tothe brim with golden candlesticks, vases, plates and cups of pricelessvalue. Some of them flashed with gems. The hoarded treasure of the wickedold pirate of the Spanish seas lay before them.
"Now the other," said the professor in a faint voice, "I can hardlybelieve my eyes."
"It does seem incredible," commented the major.
The contents of the other chest, which was speedily opened, proved to beof the same nature as that of the second one rifled. On the interior ofthe lid, however, there had been a secret chamber. The spring of this,rotten with age, gave way as the cover was lifted. A niagara of coins ofall nations, Spanish doubloons, French crowns, English Rose nobles andflorins, and queerly-marked Oriental wealth, flowed out.
"What should you think was the value of all this, professor?" asked themajor when he recovered his voice.
"At least two million dollars," was the rejoinder in tones the man ofscience tried in vain to render steady.
"I'd give half of it now if we could get out of here," said the major.
"Perhaps there is a way."
It was Merritt who spoke.
"What makes you think so, my boy?"
"Why, while we've been standing here I've noticed a draught. Look at thelantern flames flicker in it. It comes from further down the passage. Wemight explore it, anyway."
"I think so, too," said the major, and followed by the others, stilldazed by the sight of the hoarded fortune, he struck out into thedarkness. For some distance the passage into which he had plunged waslevel. Then his feet encountered rough steps. Calling to the others tofollow him the major mounted them.
Up and up they climbed, the wind blowing more freshly in their facesevery instant. All at once, without any warning, the major emerged intothe open air. He looked about him amazed. The others, as they joined him,heard his astonishment. They seemed to be on the summit of a small islandin the midst of a sea of woods.
Gazing over the edge, they soon ascertained that they were at the summitof a high cone-shaped mass of rocks. The sides were steep as churchwalls, and offered no foothold.
All at once the explanation burst upon the major. "We are at the summitof Ruby Glow!" he cried.
Astonishing as it appeared, this was the truth. The professor regarded itas a proof of his theory that the place had been used as an Indian watchtower.
"I know now what puzzled me before," he said, "and that was the manner inwhich they gained the summit of the cone."
"But that doesn't help us to get down," said Merritt, "it looks as if weare as badly off as before."
"I'm afraid you're right," said the major; "no living being could scalethose walls."
"And no living being could move that rock from the entrance to the cave,"echoed Rob miserably.
They retraced their steps. The hours passed slowly in the cavern. But inorder to employ them somehow they made an inventory of the contents ofthe treasure boxes.
Supper was eaten from their fast diminishing store of eatables. Nobodytalked much. They did not feel inclined for conversation. At lengthnature asserted itself. Rob actually began to feel sleepy. Andy and theprofessor had already flung themselves down and were fast asleep.
"Guess I'll take one more look out from Ruby Glow before I turn in,"thought Rob to himself.
With this intention in mind he left the cave. He did not take long toreach the top of the cone. Moonlight flooded it, and the surroundingforest. Rob looked about him. It was a lovely scene, but somehow itsbeauty didn't impress him much just then. All at once he became aware oftwo figures below the cone gazing curiously up at it. One was oddlyfamiliar to him. In fact they both were.
"Who is it?" he asked, feeling that there was no danger in speakingclearly.
"Hush!" came up the answer in Tubby's voice, in a low, but penetratingwhisper, "it's me, Tubby. Jumbo's with me. How under the canopy did youget up there?"
"It's a long story," responded Rob, in the same cautious tones; "thequestion is how are we g
oing to get down again?"
"Gee whiz! that's so. There's no way of clambering down the sides. Ifonly we had a rope."
"We've got one. The canoe ropes joined together would be long and strongenough," said Rob, "but how could you get them up to us? No trees growclose enough. I don't see how----"
He stopped short. Tubby had suddenly begun to execute a grotesque sort ofwar-dance. His figure capered oddly about in the moonlight.
"Wait there till I come back!" he exclaimed, and suddenly darted off,followed by Jumbo.
"Well, if that isn't just like Tubby," said Rob; "what in the world is heup to now?"
But Rob knew Tubby well enough to divine that the lad would not have toldhim to wait if there had not been some good reason for it. So he sat downwith what patience he could. It was some time before Tubby reappeared.When he did, he had something in his hands.
"Watch out!" he cried to Rob.
The leader of the Eagle Patrol watched his Scout carefully. Suddenly herealized what Tubby was doing. He had made a bow and arrow out of springywood. Then he had attached one end of a light string to the arrow. To theother extremity of the string, which was long enough to reach the summitof the cone, was attached the knotted lengths of canoe and pack rope. Robhad hardly time to take in the details of this clever trick before thearrow came whizzing by his ear. He grabbed the string as it followed andbegan hauling in.
Before long he had reached its end, and started pulling on the rope. Hemade one end fast about a projecting pinnacle of rock, and then calleddown his congratulations to Tubby in a low but hearty voice.
"I always told you I could do something else than fall in," was themessage Tubby sent back as he strutted about below.
Rob's next act was to arouse the sleepers and Major Dangerfield. Theywere all naturally warm in praise of Tubby's clever device. It was testedby Rob who slid down it in perfect safety, but landed with barked shinsand scraped hands. That was a cheap price to pay for deliverance, though,and the others, when they followed him, felt the same way about it.
"Now what are we going to do?" said the major as they all stood in agroup on the ground.
"I think----" began the professor.
But the words were taken out of his mouth. Rob made a hasty sign to theothers to conceal themselves. A sudden heavy rumbling sound had echoedthrough the air. It was followed by a red flash from the direction of themouth of the cave.
"They've blown the rock up!" cried the major.
"That's why they were all prowling around there to-night, I suppose,"exclaimed Tubby.
"Let's get to the canoes and arm ourselves," said the major; "we cancatch them all red-handed."
First the rope by which they had escaped was cut as high as possible fromthe ground, and then the major's suggestion was carried out. They reachedthe entrance of the cave just in time to hear footsteps approaching downthe passage.
They crouched quietly till Dale emerged from the cavern entrance,stumbling over the shattered fragments of the big rock that had blockedit. His arms were full of plunder from the chests, and he was able tooffer little resistance. He was seized and bound and gagged without hishaving any opportunity to make an outcry. One after another, as they cameout, the rest of Hunt's gang were served the same way. Hunt and his son,however, in some manner became alarmed as they neared the entry. Theydashed back, outfooting the lads who pursued them. Down the passage theyfled and stumbled blindly, in their fear, along the further passage andup the steps to the top of the Ruby Glow peak.
Arriving here they spied the rope. In a flash they were over the edge anddown it. Although they had bad tumbles when they reached the part whereit had been cut off, they managed to make good their escape. It wouldhave been folly to pursue them in the woods at night.
Black Bart's capture deserves some mention. It was effected by Jumbo, wholiterally threw himself on the black-bearded man as he emerged. It wasprobably the noise of this scuffle that alarmed Hunt and his son.
"You looks like five hundred dollahs to muh," grinned Jumbo, as BlackBart, sullen and defiant as a wild cat, was manacled.
The remainder of that night was spent in the cave, the prisoners beingclosely guarded. The next day Dale was induced to tell how they hadstolen the explosive from the hut of an eccentric old character who didsome experimental mining not far away.
"We figgered we'd find some use for it," he said cheerfully.
That day was occupied in packing the precious articles, in bags broughtfor the purpose. By evening all was complete. If they had known how Hiramwas faring they would have felt perfectly content. It was decided, if hedid not reappear, to leave some of the party in camp to await his return,while the others pushed on to give the prisoners up to the properauthorities.
But at midnight that night they had a great surprise. Rob, who was onwatch, heard a sudden hail out of the darkness:
"K-r-r-r-e-e-e-e!"
It was the cry of the Eagle Patrol.
"Who can be giving it, I wonder," he exclaimed.
The next minute he knew. Hiram and the revenue officers, who had made anight march of it, burst in upon the camp. Hiram had, in his wanderings,retraced much of his way back toward the camp so that they had not had sovery far to tramp. The officials were delighted to learn of the clevermanner in which the moonshiners had been apprehended. They had beensearching for Black Bart, when they sighted Hiram's signal fires.
Jumbo was assured that his five hundred dollars would be awarded to himat the earliest opportunity.
Had we space, or opportunity, we would like to tell of the journey backto civilization, of the share that each Boy Scout, much against hisinclination, was forced to accept of the treasure, and of AliceDangerfield's thanks to the Boy Scouts for the brave way in which theystood by her father in time of peril. They really valued this--like trueScouts--more than the monetary reward.
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