CHAPTER XXI.
THE TREASURE.
"Nonsense, there are no such things as spirits," cried Charley, hotly."That tolling is made by a big bell, and a remarkably sweet-toned one,too."
"It's over a hundred miles to the nearest settlement," said the captaingloomily, "do you reckon you could hear the biggest bell made that far?"
"No," the lad admitted, "but that bell is not over two miles away.Some Indian has traded for a bell and tolls it for his own amusement."
The captain lowered his voice to a superstitious whisper. "It's amystery to the Indians," he declared, "and they avoid the sound like itwere an evil spirit. Even the chief could not tell me what it was,although all his life he had heard its tolling. He wasn't so muchafraid of it as are the other Indians an' he built this wigwam here soas to be within sound of it." The captain's voice dropped still loweras he added impressively, "It tolled all the night after he died."
"Have you tried to follow up the sound and discover where it comesfrom?" demanded Charley, sharply.
"Not me," declared the captain, solemnly, "I ain't got any call tointerfere with the doings of the dead. I tell you, lad, this is a landof mystery, an' a man's got no call to fool with what he can'tunderstand."
Charley checked the angry reply rising to his lips. He bethoughthimself that the captain had spent his life in a calling that oftenmakes the strongest minded superstitious, while Chris inherited abelief in ghosts and spirits from his race. Though he lapsed intosilence, Charley resolved that as soon as he was able to get around,the mystery should be solved.
For about an hour the air rang with the sweet chiming notes, then theyceased as suddenly as they had begun and the boys dropped off to sleepto dream of this strange incident in this mysterious swamp.
Walter was astir early, apparently as well as he had ever been.Hastily dressing he lifted up the bark flap which covered the doorwayand stepped out of the wigwam.
The captain was busy cooking breakfast over a rude fireplace of stones,a few feet away, while Chris on the bank by the water was industriouslyfishing.
The island upon which they were camped was only a couple of acres inextent but rose high above the water. It was barren of timber, exceptfor a large live oak and one lonely palm which Walter noted with anincreasing interest. Some attempt had been made to cultivate the loamysoil, and flourishing little patches of yams, sugar-cane, gourds, andIndian corn testified to its fertility.
"Well, Captain, it doesn't look as if we ran much risk of starving todeath," remarked Walter, approaching the old sailor.
"No, thar ain't much danger of that, I allow," said the captain with aheartiness from which all depression of the night before had fled."Over thar is the place you come in at, Walt," he continued, pointingto the distant fringe of cypress.
Walter looked long and earnestly in the direction indicated. "I cansee a thin line of smoke above those tree-tops," he declared finally.
"Aye, I noticed it too," agreed the captain. "'Pears like them friendsare going to hang at our heels until they get another chance at us. Iwouldn't borrow any uneasiness if it weren't for that Injin bein' inthe party. I warrant he's found out already that the Injins are allgone, an' is layin' his plans accordingly."
"Well, they can't get to us without boats," said Walter, hopefully.
"No, but they can make one if they are determined enough," observed thecaptain, gravely. "I sorter calculate to paddle up near enough to themto-day to learn what kind of mischief they are up to."
"I'll go with you," said Walter, eagerly.
"No, you ain't strong enough yet. Jes' keep quiet for a day or two, Ireckon that will be a plenty to keep you busy. Wall, I guess this stewis done an' we might as well have breakfast."
The kettle with its contents was carried into the wigwam, and from acake, made of pounded Indian corn, and the stew, our hunters made ahearty breakfast.
After the meal, a council of war was held. The captain outlined theirsituation in a few simple words. "We are fairly comfortable here atpresent, lads, but it's goin' to be a week or ten days before YoungTiger gets back with his people. We've got plenty of food to last agood while, but I reckon this swamp is about the most unhealthy placeon earth an' we run a good big risk of being sick with fever before theIndians come. On the other hand, it's risky to try to get out of hereany way but the one we came in. We'd be about sure to get lost in theswamp, an' there's no tellin' what might happen to us. We can't getout the way we come in as long as those fellows are standin' guardoutside waitin' for us."
"I vote to stay where we are," said Walter, promptly. "We may be ableto escape the fever if we take good care of ourselves."
Charley and Chris quickly agreed with Walter.
"I guess it's the wisest thing to do," admitted the captain, "althoughI will be mighty glad to get out of this creepy place. I tell you thisain't no place for white men, lads. But I've got to leave you now,boys. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, an' keep out of the sunduring the heat of the day. I reckon I'll be back long before sundown."
Walter accompanied the captain down to the canoe and begged hard to gowith him, but the old sailor was firm in his refusal and Walter watchedhim paddle out of sight with a dim foreboding of evil at his heart.
On his way back to the wigwam, Walter paused a moment on the island'shighest elevation to take a more careful survey than he had yet done ofthe surrounding country. He discovered nothing new, however, save whatwas apparently a large island lying some two miles to the west of theirown. It seemed to rise far above the surrounding swamp and wasevidently very heavily timbered.
Passing on into the wigwam, he was greeted with an exultant cry fromCharley.
"I've solved it," he shouted.
"Solved what?" demanded Walter in amazement.
"This," cried his chum excitedly, extending the square of doe-skin withits red ink tracings. "It's really absurdly simple," he continued."According to the captain, the chief talked about leaving me riches ofsome sort. I took that circumstance for my key and tried to think whata race as poor as the chief and his people would consider as riches.The picture of that bird answered the question. Plumes are their onlyform of wealth, hence plumes must be the treasure of which he spoke."
"Reasoned like a detective," approved Walter, scarcely less excitedthan his chum.
"The rest was simple. The picture of the tree was to show where it washidden and the object at its base is intended as a shovel to tell thatI would have to dig for the treasure, but," and his face fell, "how arewe to find that identical tree?"
"There's only one palm on the island," Walter assured him.
"Then all we have to do is to go there and dig and we'll find thetreasure," Charley declared. "But we must wait for the captain, wemust all be present when it is unearthed."
The morning slipped away quickly, the boys amusing themselves byexploring their little island, fishing from the bank, and loafing inthe shade of the solitary palm, at whose base was supposed to lie theburied treasure.
Dinner time came and the meal was eaten without the captain, who hadnot returned. As the afternoon wore away without any sign of the oldsailor, the boys began to feel a vague uneasiness which increased asthe sun set and night began to fall. Walter, who alone knew the realobject of the captain's trip, was greatly worried. Long after theothers had retired to the wigwam for the night, he sat alone strainingeye and ear for sight or sound that would herald the absent one'sreturn. As the night wore away, anxiety deepened into certainty withthe troubled lad. Something must have happened to the captain.Impatiently the lad waited for daylight, determined to set off at thefirst break of dawn in search of the missing one. Suddenly, the ladstarted up from the reclining position weariness had caused him toassume. Full and deep upon the still night air rang out the tolling ofthe mysterious bell. To the anxious watcher, its tones no longer rangfull and sweet as upon the previous evening, but sounded slow andthreatening, as if freighted with an ominous meani
ng.
A step sounded behind him and the overwrought lad sprang to his feet,every nerve a-tingle.
"Where are you, Walt?" called Charley's voice from out of the darkness.
"Here," answered Walter, with a sigh of relief.
"The captain not here yet?" asked his chum, fearfully, as he found hisway to his side.
"No," said Walter sadly, "and I am sure something must have happened tohim. I am off to search for him as soon as it's light enough to see."
"And I am going with you," Charley declared.
"You are not," said his chum, decidedly. "You are too weak for such atrip yet. You would only make my task harder. You have no businesseven to be out in this night air and dew. It may bring your fever backon you."
"I could not rest inside when I saw your bed and the captain's emptyand heard the tolling in the air."
"What do you suppose it really is, Charley?" asked his chum, eagerly."It cannot be produced by anything human. Remember the captain'ssaying that it had been tolling this way longer than the oldest Indiancould remember back."
"It's a bell," declared his chum, a trifle uneasily. "Nothing elsecould produce those tones and that regular tolling."
"Charley," and Walter's voice lowered with the horror of the thought,"the captain said it tolled all night when the chief died, and now thecaptain himself is gone and the awful thing goes on as though it wouldnever stop."
Charley, with an effort shook off the feeling of dread that was faststealing over him.
"Nonsense," he said, cheerfully, "you are getting as bad as Chris andthe captain. I repeat, it is a bell: listen how regularly it tolls."
As though in mockery at his words, the long, even reverberationschanged to a quick, harsh, discordant clatter and suddenly ceased.
For awhile both boys sat silent, Walter striving to overcome thesuperstitious dread tugging at his heart, and Charley searching hisactive brain for some explanation of the mysterious sound, that wouldharmonize with common sense and reason.
At last Walter, by sheer will, regained his mental balance. "I amtired and nervous, or I would never imagine such foolish things," hesaid. "Of course it is as you say, produced by natural causes, and Iwill likely laugh at my fears as soon as we stumble on the key to themystery. And now I am going to insist upon your going back inside,Charley. It won't do for us to have you down with the fever again.For our sakes, as well as your own, you must be very careful."
Reluctantly, Charley retired to the wigwam and Walter once more wasleft alone.
With the first hint of gray in the east, he began to prepare for hisdeparture. What cooked food was on hand he stored in the bow of thecanoe, and casting off the painter took his seat in the stern. Then hepaused for one last look around before dipping his paddle.
Away in the distance a moving speck on the water caught his eye. For afew minutes he watched it in suspense, then gave a cheer of delight.
It was the captain's canoe.