The Voodoo Gold Trail

  CHAPTER XXX

  THE CACHE ON THE ISLE

  Julian was much relieved, but Rufe was overjoyed to see us.

  "De Lord o' massy!" he began, "but I's glad to see you-all! Whah youbeen all dis heah time? I jes' been a-telling Jul'en, boy, dat shu'ahdem voodoo niggahs got ye. I hopes, now, you-all is gwine to gib up datol' gold-huntin'."

  "Give up!" said Ray. "Say, Rufe, did you ever think Norris would evergive up anything? Why----"

  "Look here, Rufe," broke in Norris thrusting a pretty nugget under thecook's nose. "Does that look like giving up gold-hunting?"

  Rufe's eyes bulged. "Is dat sho' 'nuff gold?" he queried.

  And then we began with our story. And Rufe must have us over by thegalley door to continue the tale, while he hurried dinner, for he said,"I jes' knows you-all is nigh about starved out."

  The black sailors were squatted in a circle, up near the bows, when wecame aboard, and dice rattled on the deck, with snaps of fingers andsharp orders spoken to the bones for their better performance. Juliansaid it was the dice kept them contented, day after day and they were atthe game continuously.

  During the meal our plans for the following days came to a head. It wasthe purpose to sail the _Pearl_ round to and through the tortuouschannel into Crow Bay. The schooner would go out from the cove under theland breeze, sometime between nine o'clock at night and morning, and thetrade wind--from the northeast--would take her into Crow Bay the nextday. Three of us would row in the little boat, down the bay to thatisle, to see that the coast should be clear. The afternoon was not idle,for Norris was full of preparation for the reception of all thattreasure--gold-dust; and there must be bins made in the schooner's hold,for, "we'll have to dump some of it in, like grain," he said. "Wehaven't time to build chests for it all." And then Robert and I weretired of the stain on our skins, and must have it off.

  Before night spread over the region, Norris, with his big rifle, andRobert and I with our little ones, were in the skiff, moving slowly outon Crow Bay. There was no sign of a boat on the bay yet.

  "I guess they got scared out," said Norris, "and are still lying in somecove, waiting for word from Duran."

  In these tropics you sweep the bright daylight landscape with your eyes,noting the graceful palms bowing to you over the beach; then you closeyour eyes, count a few hundred slowly, open them again, and--presto! allis black night, and the palms have melted into eternity, or are dimlysilhouetted against the night sky. The narrow crescent of the new moonwas among the tops of the palms behind us.

  Within the hour, we made landing on the isle. We dragged our boat upinto the brush, and then moved back through the wood to the edge of theclearing. A light shone in the window of the hut. We crept up and lookedin. That same portly black was there, and he was in the midst ofpreparations to turn into his bunk. In another minute he put out thelight.

  We decided to go round the island beach for signs of any recent landingparties. We found the boat, used by the black of the cabin, in its usualplace. Then we took to the beach, and with the occasional use of ourbattery lamps, we examined the sand floor as we went. We completed thecircuit, seeing nothing to our interest. And then Norris was for at oncegoing into that thicket where Robert and Carlos had witnessed the goingin and out of Duran and that mysterious, naked black.

  Robert led the way, which took us into the clearing to the north of thecabin. In a little, we had found a winding way, cut into the thicket. Inthe center of that jungle we came into a space having the dimensions ofa small room. The floor was level--of sand. We threw our light around.

  "Not a sign of anything here," declared Norris.

  But Robert had another word to say. "Here it is!" he cried. And wejoined him, where he was stamping with his foot. There was a sound--orfeel--as we came down with our heels, of something hollow beneath.

  We scraped the sand away with our hands, making a hole less than a footin depth; and came upon something made of boards.

  "So far, so good," said Norris. "The stuff is there without much doubt.We have nothing more to do, now, but wait till the _Pearl_ gets here,tomorrow."

  When we settled down beside our boat, close to the south beach, thenight breeze was rustling the dry palm fans above our heads; the ripplesbroke on the beach with a soft playful sound.

  "I guess Captain Marat will be getting sail on the schooner, now," Iobserved.

  "I wish this same wind would get him here tonight," complained Norris.

  "We ought to be glad we can depend on another wind to get him intomorrow," I reproved the impatient one.

  "Right you are, Mr. Philosopher," he returned with proper humility. "I'ma worse kid than any of you. But then, too, I don't mind saying, I don'twant the interference of any more of these voodoo skunks till we get allthe stuff into the hold of the _Pearl_. After that, let them comeon--I'd just like another whack at some more of those blood-drinkingvoodoo cannibals." And he rubbed his hands with contemplation of theexperience.

  We took turn about on watch, though we did not think it worth while tokeep any eye on the hut. It was three of the morning, when Norris rousedme for my watch. I paced a little stretch of beach for a spell, to workoff the sleep that clung to me.

  Suddenly, I heard voices. I hurried in to the clearing. And sure enough,over near the hut, there were those who were chattering away with moreor less abandon.

  I rushed back to my comrades, shook them awake and gave them the news.

  "Get your rifles," said Norris.

  We hurried to the clearing. The voices now came from the shore to thewest. We scrambled through the brush till we got in view of the beach.

  There we made out in the dark a number of figures moving in a masstowards a boat. These figures hovered about the boat for some minutes,and then returned the way they had come, disappearing in the wood.

  We three lost not a moment, but leaped to that boat. It was a ship'slife-boat of considerable size, and clinker built; and between two ofthe thwarts there rested a chest of great weight, as we found.

  "They're here sure enough," said Norris, in a whisper. "They're gettingthe stuff. Now it's for a fight!" and he patted his rifle.

  "Wait!" I said, as he was about to lead the way after the blacks. "Leavethe shooting to Bob and me, with our rifles--they can't hear ours."

  And it was Robert, then, that suggested that we bore holes in the boat.

  The planks were thin, since the boat was clinker built, so that we werenot long in making a number of holes with our knives, near the bow,which was out of the water. We got in among the palms and brush andwaited the coming of the blacks. I whispered Robert a caution not to aimabove the knees; no need to do more than should serve our purpose.

  We had time to spare, but the black figures presently pushed out on thebeach, toting a heavy object among them. There seemed to be five in thegroup.

  "Now," I whispered, and Robert and I raised our little rifles. As wepulled the triggers, there was no sound but two outcries. Then came twomore howls, and down went the heavy thing they carried.

  The blacks ran afoul of one another, in their frantic haste to get tothe boat. They pushed off, scrambling into the boat, and we sent moresilent, hot pepper after the legs that dallied. Norris could not resist;he jerked his rifle to his shoulders. But Robert and I pulled him down.

  "Don't spoil it now," I said. "Let's not make a noise if we can helpit."

  "You're right," he said. "I'll maybe get my chance another time."

  That boat was not over forty yards from shore now, and even in the darkwe could see that it was sinking. And the blacks had evidentlydiscovered their plight, and were leaping into the water and strikingout for the north shore of Crow Bay.

  When the last of the blacks had abandoned the boat, we had off some ofour clothes, and rushed into the water.

  It was up to our arm-pits where we found the boat. Though the water waswithin a few inches of the top of the coaming, we contrived with a fewshoves to propel the boat some yards shoreward, before it sank
, in fivefeet of water.

  "Well, that's safe," said Norris, striking out for the shore. "We'll getthat out with tackle."

  Day broke while we examined that chest upon the beach. It was of roughlumber, roughly, but strongly made, having rope handles, and wellpadlocked. In the hut we found food, cooking utensils, an empty jugemitting an odor of rum, an ax, and a pair of shovels.

  "That fat, black fellow who lived here must have gone off with theothers," observed Robert.

  Norris led the way into the thicket. In the spot we'd found in thenight, a tight box of great size was sunk into the soil. Its cover layon one side. On this cover stood an open chest, a quarter filled withthe gold-laden bamboo cylinders. Down in the great box were three moreof the chests; and these we found to be empty. All were fitted alike,with rope handles, staples and hasps.

  "Well, anyway," said Norris, "we'll make good use of these boxes.There's all that stuff up in the cave." He ran on, with enthusiasm, onthe things we would do.

  "All right, all right," interrupted the usually taciturn Robert at last,"but when's breakfast?" And his hand went in where his breakfast shouldbe.

  "That's so," admitted Norris. "We've forgotten breakfast."

  The odor in the hut was too much for our stomachs, so we eschewed theplace for all that it had a stove, and made our meal down by our boat.

  The morning dragged tediously. It was less than two hours of noon beforethe day breeze sprung up, so that we could hope for the coming of the_Pearl_. We crouched in the sand on the northeast shore of the isle,watching anxiously. And at last the sails of the schooner appeared,coming from behind the point near the inner terminus of the channel. Werose to our feet and shouted with joy.

  "Hold on!" I cried, when I had taken a second look. "That's not the_Pearl_, that's the _Orion_!"

  "Good God! Yes, you're right," said Norris. "What does that mean?"

  We retreated into the shelter of the trees. And I sickened with a horridsensation. It was as much anxiety regarding the _Pearl_, as fear forourselves; and we had no proper defence, from which we could stand off adozen or more armed black devils. The _Orion_ changed her course andbore down direct for the isle. We stood, paralyzed with our surprise anddread, gazing on that vessel as it bore down under the fresheningbreeze. For ten minutes we stood thus.

  "Shall we take to the skiff?" said Robert at last.

  None answered him. I had just noted a strange thing. The black sailorson the _Orion_--now almost directly north of us--had none of theirinterest centered on the isle. I turned my eyes back the way the _Orion_had come. And there were the sails of another schooner coming frombehind that point.

  "Look!" I cried.

  "The _Pearl_!" said Grant Norris. "That tells the story: the _Orion's_running away from her."

  He danced with joy. And we three struck one another in our ecstacy ofrelief.

  The _Orion_ rounded the isle, and the _Pearl_, coming in chase, was soonopposite us, and near enough to hail. We rushed down to the water. Ourfriends, at the rail, waved to us.

  "All is safe!" we called. "Drive the _Orion_ out if you can!"

  "Aye! Aye!" came back Ray's voice, and the chase continued.

  Round the isle they went. We followed with our eyes, walking the beach.The _Orion_ scudded off a way down the bay, to the east; then went abouton the starboard tack and made for the channel, where she had come in.At last she disappeared behind that point again. And then the _Pearl_left the trail, and again set her bowsprit toward our isle, at lastdropping her anchor some two hundred yards to the northwest.

  In a little, Captain Marat, Ray, Julian, and Carlos came to shore in theboat.

  "Well, you gave us a proper fright," I told them, "driving that schoonerin on us that way."

  "Norris didn't get scared, did he?" bantered Ray.

  "Yes, he did," declared Norris, speaking for himself. "And the skin allup and down my back is wrinkled even yet. This little place isn't likethat up there in that rock sink, with all those holes to crawl into whenyou're getting licked."

  "I'll tell you, Ray," I interposed. "The thing that made most of thosewrinkles in his back was thinking what must have happened to you and the_Pearl_--seeing that schooner coming in in place of the _Pearl_. Nowtell us how you chased the _Orion_ in here."

  "Ah," began Captain Marat. "I guess thad _Orion_ lay all night in theepassage. We see her there when we come in."

  And now the party must visit the gold-cache in the thicket.

  "Well," observed Julian, "this is interesting, but I want to see yourgold mine behind that waterfall."

  "The waterfall isn't much for size," returned Norris, "but it's awonderful accident of nature; and I will say Carlos's father had aremarkable head on him to discover what it hid. But wait till you seehis gold mine, and the stuff in the cave, that's come out of it, andyou'll have an eyeful."

  "Yes," added Ray. "And you'll see a monkey in there that's alwaysfilling Wayne's pocket full. That monkey and Wayne are in cahoots."

  Our first care was to recover the gold-laden chest that went down withthe boat. By diving, we got a hawser through the two rope handles. Andwhen the tide was all in--and that was about two o'clock--we warped theschooner over to the place; and with block and tackle on the foresailboom, swung above, we had soon lifted the chest aboard. Many hands madelight work of the other boxes.

  With careful sounding, as we moved under reefed mainsail and jib, we gotthe _Pearl_ to a good anchorage near the upper end of Crow Bay. And asthere were still some hours of daylight, we took the empty chests in twoboats, and sought out the bayou that took us into the mouth of the creekwhose waters flowed from the gold mine.

  Julian this time accompanied the party; and I got renewed thrills, tosee how he marveled at the wonders that blazed the trail, from thelittle cascade that screened the entrance, to the placer mine, and theshining gold horde in the cave.