Part 42 (1/2)

”Aw,” began Ray, ”he's just trying to make monkeys of the whole crowd.”

They all wanted to fondle the animal, who, scolding, wormed himself out of their hands and scurried up a post to the kitchen roof.

”Now you know I told you, Norris,” said Ray, ”It would be Wayne that would find it.”

”It's all right, Ray,” I told him. ”I don't mind your giving my name to the monk.”

There would be no breakfast till they had seen the place.

”We've got to see how much there is there,” declared Norris.

And off we went, the monkey again leading the way, over the little rising, through the curtain of vines, and into the cave. The lights illumined the place, and the sounds of amazement echoed. For there, on the floor, heaped on a tarpaulin, showed bushels of yellow, glinting gold-dust and nuggets. And there were beside it two greater piles of the bamboo cylinders, the one heap already gold-laden, as we found; and the other awaiting the filling. On the ground stood a tin holding pitch, for sealing; and there were small bricks of cork, and pieces of life-jackets, torn open to extract the cork. A s.h.i.+p's lantern stood on a projection of rock.

”I never saw such a pile of the stuff!” spoke Grant Norris, plunging his fist in the yellow ma.s.s.

Many hands went in to feel of the precious commodity, and nuggets of varying size were held to the light. Even the monkey must imitate the others, and enjoy the feel of the yellow stuff; and he insisted on pressing nugget after nugget into my hand.

Andy Hawkins had soon borrowed Robert's light, and with many jerks and grimaces he poked about in the nooks and crannies in search of something. I easily guessed what the thing was that he put above the gold in his interest; for it had been plain that Duran doled out the drug to Hawkins in a fas.h.i.+on that best served his (Duran's) interest.

And, having an eye on Hawkins's doings, I observed him at last to pounce on and bring out a little parcel from a nook, his face lighting up with a gleam of victory. Later in the day, when I had told Norris of the circ.u.mstances, he bullied Hawkins into giving up the supply of drug, telling him that he (Norris) would perhaps be a better judge of dosage than the patient himself.

Before we left that cave, we explored the place, to find that it was but a small affair, going in not above a hundred feet. It was a joyous breakfast we sat down to at the huts, for we had now attained the thing we sought; and we had every reason to believe that no one living, outside of our little party, had any knowledge of this hidden vale with its gold mine, so long ago discovered by the father of Carlos. And all our talk now turned on how we should get all that mined gold out and aboard the _Pearl_, and not forgetting that unknown portion of the treasure that yet remained to be discovered on the isle out in Crow Bay.

”We can find that without much trouble,” declared Robert.

”Yes,” agreed Captain Marat, ”We know ver' close where thad place ees.

We take the schooner in to the bay, an' then eet will nod be so ver'

hard to ged all of thad gold on board.”

I observed that we seemed to be forgetting that black that Robert and Carlos had seen on the isle, and the schooner, _Orion_.

”Yes, I've been thinking of that,” said Norris. ”We'll have to be getting over there, or that crew'll be stealing a march on us.”

In an hour we were off. Andy Hawkins and Black Boy were left behind, to keep house. We promised them they'd see us back the second day at the latest; and then it would not be long till they should have a sight of the world--again for the one, and for the first time for the other.

In that open bit, below the ladder, we stopped a moment beside the two mounds covering Duran and the black sentinel.

Grant Norris was looking down on that of Duran.

”Drop a tear on him,” said Ray to Norris. ”Think of all the fun and excitement he gave you.”

”He was a queer composition,” observed Norris. ”I've met many queer cusses, but he's the first white cannibal I ever saw.”

We soon had down the rope ladder; and when all had mounted to the cliff-top, we pulled up the halliard, for we had no real a.s.surance that that ex-pickpocket, Hawkins, might not take it into his head to climb out and wander off to our betrayal.

When we got to our boat, a pair of us sat ourselves in Duran's canoe, and soon we were out on Crow Bay. It was with some satisfaction that we noted the absence of any sail upon that water. Those black sailors of Duran's had apparently not seen fit to venture in as yet in quest of the treasure in the isle.

We crossed the end of the bay, and in time had joined Julian Lamartine and Rufe, aboard the _Pearl_.