Part 16 (1/2)

The Professor was not surprised at their failure to bring the boat back.

He was a little disappointed, but they were certainly in a better position to build a boat now than when the old one was undertaken.

CHAPTER XII

THE PROBLEM ABOUT THE CAVE

That evening they all had a jolly time in the living room, with music and stories, and it was a great contrast to the strenuous times of the past six days of absence.

”We got lost once,” said George, ”when we struck the river at least eight or nine miles too far south. I tried to make out the direction by the two stars you spoke about, but I am afraid there will be several more lessons necessary before I can get it in my mind.”

”Couldn't you see the moon?” asked the Professor.

”Yes, but that didn't help me any.”

”Get the map we drew the other night, and we'll try and make it plainer.

Now, if you can imagine the moon making a silver streak along the heavens, it would pa.s.s along such a route that the following fixed stars would be in its path. Note them carefully, as follows: Hamel, Aldebaran, Pollux, Regulus, Spica, Antares, Arkat, Fomelhaut, and Markab.”

”But how can we distinguish one of the fixed stars from the others? That is a matter which has always puzzled me.”

”Because of the company it keeps. Isn't that like we judge people?”

”I don't understand what you mean.”

”Each fixed star is set in the heavens with certain others stars arranged about it in such a way that it cannot be mistaken.”

Angel's antics now attracted the attention of the company. He had been on the floor while the music was being performed, but disappeared shortly afterwards. He had his gun, and dodged from one chair to the next, and sighted his gun, and bounded away, as though attacking and running from an imaginary enemy.

This exhibition was a perfect mimicry of the boys' att.i.tude during the previous week. The comical manner in which he fought and eluded the enemy brought out roars of laughter, but this did not affect him in the least; he sprang to the rafters, and began to chatter in imitation of the way he had warned the boys, and then sprang down and hid behind a chair.

But the acme of his exhibition was reached when he mounted the table and simulated the rocking motion of the wagon crossing the stream. George simply hugged him, and Angel joined in the laughter.

But the boys wanted to know about John and Chief. John was there to welcome their return, and Chief came up soon after, and held out a welcoming hand, as he had seen the others do. Of course, he had no idea what the party went away for, nor did he comprehend the failure to bring the boat back. His education had not yet advanced to such a state as would have made an explanation of that kind understandable.

But John seemed to realize the story, and his eyes often glistened as they had not done before. On all these occasions the Professor was ever on the alert to notice his symptoms.

During the following day, in conversation with the boys, he said: ”There is every indication that John is beginning to make an individuality entirely apart from his former surroundings.”

”But if he does not recall any of his former life, how is it that he goes ahead and does things which he must have learned before he reached his present condition?”

”That is plainly a manual act. For instance, I remember when the saw was put into his hand, the manner of holding it, and his act in starting the saw at the edge of the board, was a physical recollection of the former manner of doing certain things. It was so in the handling of the gun, and the adroit manner in which he stalked the savages, all go to show that certain things which are a.s.sociated with purely physical acts are just as aptly done now as when in his other state.”

”How is Chief getting along?”

”He is often an enigma to me. Each day he learns something new, and really seems to seek the information. Most of the time he has been helping John, but he always looks suspiciously at him. I can account for it in one way only. He has never seen John talk, and this may be a puzzle to him, and accounts for the strange looks he always gives him.”

From the day that Chief saw the tree turned into lumber the mysteries of the workshop charmed him. This penchant was taken advantage of by the Professor, and when the day following the departure of the boys, the Professor started up the grindstone and ground one of the tools he edged up to it at once, and when the Professor reached for his bolo and put its edge on the stone, and finally showed him the result, he was as much excited as though he had discovered a lurking enemy.