 Chapter 14 of the Pirate Island, a story of the South Pacific by Harry Collinwood, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The ladies make a discovery, and Bob distinguishes himself. It was a most delightful day for a walk. The ladies averred enthusiastically, and their enthusiasm was quite justified. The azure of the sky overhead was relieved by a bank of soft, dappled, fleecy clouds, which served in some measure as a screen against the ardent rays of the sun. And a gentle breeze from the westward imparted a feeling of freshness to the air, whilst it wafted to the pedestrians the subtly mingled perfumes of the thousand varied plants and flowers which flourished in the deep, rich soil of the island. As the ladies walked quietly on up the gently sloping valley toward the hills their enjoyment increased with every step. Neither too they had only ventured abroad at night, and lovely as the landscape had appeared in the clear mellow radiance of the moon, the soft silvery light boldly contrasted with broad masses of rich grey-brown shadow. They agreed that it was incomparably more beautiful when viewed by the full light of day, and in all the glory of brilliant sunshine. A thousand gorgeous colors on leaf and blossom, on gaily plumaged birds, and bright winged insect, charmed their eyes and enriched the foreground of the picture, while the dense masses of foliage, with their subtle gradations of color, light, and shade, as they gradually receded into the background, and finally melted into the rich purpley grey of the extreme distance, balanced and harmonized the whole, completing one of the most beautiful prospects perhaps upon which the human eye had ever gazed. Their spirits rose as they walked steadily onward and upward, breathing with intense enjoyment the strong pure perfume-laden air exhilarating in its effect as a draft of rich wine, and temporarily forgetting in the pleasure of the moment not only their past sufferings but their present and future perils. They chatted merrily and arranged a hundred plans, many of which, could they but have known it, were destined never to attain fruition. Either to they had been following a faintly-defined track in a luxuriant grass, a track which had always up to the present determined the direction of their longer walks. But arriving at last at a point where this trail turned abruptly off, and passed down a gentle declivity, apparently toward the sea, on the eastern side of the island, they determined to abandon it, and, tempted by the shade, to plunge boldly into a broad expanse of park-like timber which spread before them. The welcome shade was soon reached, and, somewhat fatigued with their ramble, they seated themselves at the foot of a gigantic cork-tree, and in the rich green twilight shadow of its luxuriant foliage discussed the luncheon with which they had had the forethought to provide themselves. The luxuriant grass which had hitherto carpeted the earth here gave place to graceful ferns in rich variety, interspersed with delicate mosses of velvety texture, and here and there, in the more open spaces, small patches of a heath-like plant, with tiny waxen blossoms of a tint varying from the purest white to a dainty purple. The silence of the forest was broken only by the gentle murmur of the wind in the treetops, and the soft rustle of the foliage overhead, save when now and then a twittering bird flashed like a living gem from bow to bow. And there was a low, deep sound vibrating on the air, which told of the never-ceasing beat of the surf on the island's rock-girt shore. Rested and refreshed, the ladies at length rose to their feet once more, and continued their way through the wood. The ground soon began to rise steeply, and after nearly an hour's steady climbing, they emerged once more into the full and dazzling sunlight to find themselves standing on the edge of a steep, rocky ravine through which, some fifty feet below, there flowed a tiny stream of crystal purity. The rocks were of a character quite new to them, and, ignorant of geology as they were, they would doubtless have passed them by without a second glance, had they not been attracted by a peculiar glitter here and there upon their surface, which proceeded, as they discovered upon a closer inspection, from the presence of minute particles of a dull yellow substance embedded in the stone. But what chiefly riveted their attention was a small, basin-like pool with a smooth, level sandy bottom, as they could clearly see from their elevated standpoint. The water appeared to be about two feet deep, and the basin itself was roughly a circular form, about ten yards in diameter. That it was obviously intended by nature to be used as a bath was the thought which flashed simultaneously through the mines of the three fair gazers, and as each one glanced half timidly around, only to feel reassured by the utter absence of any indication of probable unwelcome intrusion, the thought speedily found vent in words. Just look at that pool, exclaimed Mrs. Stanton. What a delightful bath it would make. Oh, Mrs. Stanton, said Blanche, do you know that is exactly the thought which occurred to me? I feel tired, and I should so enjoy a plunge into the beautiful, clear, cool water. Do you think we might venture? I do not see why we should not, was the reply. What do you think, Violet? I think it would be nothing short of a luxury, answered Violet. I too feel tired, and I am sure it would refresh us. I am not afraid, if you are not. Then let us risk it, said Mrs. Stanton, with a sudden show of intrepidity, which was, however, only half genuine, and each borrowing courage from the companionship of the others, they hurriedly scrambled down the rocky slope, and in a few minutes more were flashing the bright water over each other like nades at play, their clear laughter echoing strangely among the mighty rocks of the ravine. The water proved to be much deeper than they had supposed, being quite four feet deep in the center of the pool, which rendered their bath all the more enjoyable. The sand was, on the whole, beautifully fine, white, and firm beneath their feet, but occasionally they experienced a sensation of treading upon small, hard, roughly rounded objects among the finer particles, and finally Blanche encountered a lump so large and hard that, curious to see what it could be, she with a motion of her foot swept away the sand until the object was exposed to view. It seemed to be a rough, irregularly shaped pebble, somewhat larger than a hen's egg, of a dull yellow color, and reaching down her arm she plunged beneath the water and brought the odd-looking object up in her hand. What a curious stone, and how heavy it is, she remarked, holding it up to view. Her companions came to inspect it, and Mrs. Stanton took it in her hand to make a close examination. "'Stone!' she exclaimed excitedly. "'Why, my dear girl, this is gold, a genuine nugget, unless I am greatly mistaken. Mr. Thompson, a friend of my husband's in Sydney, showed us several gold nuggets, and they were exactly like this. Only they were none of them nearly so large.' "'Do you really think it is gold?' asked Blanche. "'My dear Mrs. Stanton, my dear Violet, only fancy what a delightful thing it will be if we have actually discovered a gold mine. Why, we shall be able to present our husbands with a magnificent fortune each.' A charming blush mantled the speaker's cheek as she said this, notwithstanding the fact that by this time the three women had no secrets from each other. "'I wonder if there are any more,' remarked Mrs. Stanton. "'Surely that cannot be the only one here. I fancy I stepped on something hard just now.' The three women at once went groping along the sand with their feet, and not in vain. First one, and then another, encountered a hard object which proved to be similar in substance to the one found by Blanche, and in a quarter of an hour they had between them collected upwards of a dozen of them, though one only, found by Mrs. Stanton, exceeded in size that of the first discovery. Then feeling somewhat chilled by their long immersion, they returned to terra firma, and were soon once more wending their way homeward. In passing through the wood they contrived to lose their way, but, as it happened, this proved a but slight consequence, as though they eventually came out at a point nearly a mile distant from the pathway which they had followed in the morning. They were quite as near the settlement as they would have been had they faithfully retraced their original footsteps. And by four o'clock in the afternoon they found themselves once more within the shelter of the walls of Stanton Cottage, greatly fatigued, it is true, by their long ramble, but with an elasticity of spirits and a sense of renewed life to which they had long been strangers. Meanwhile the party at the shipyard had been thrown into a state of unwanted excitement by an incident which at one moment threatened to have a tragic termination. A strong gang of men were at work upon the rock, all indeed, who were left upon the island, excepting some dozen or fourteen, most of whom were employed in providing for the daily wants of the others, such as in baking bread, cleaning out the huts, airing, bedding, and so on. And the scene at the mouth of the harbor was therefore a tolerably busy one. Captain Stanton was in charge of the shipbuilding operations, with Kitt as foreman-in-chief, while Rex and Brooke were superintending operations at the battery, the former with a roll of rough and ready drawings in his hand, setting out the work, while the latter overlooked the construction of a lime kiln. Bob was making himself generally useful. It was while all hands were at their busiest that Lance put in an appearance, leading little May by the hand. She of course at once made a dash at her father, flinging her tiny arms round his neck, kissing and hugging him vigorously, and showing in a hundred childish ways her delight at being with him. In the unwanted sight of the pretty little creature created quite a temporary sensation. A large majority of the men there were steeped to the lips in crime, yet there were very few among them, who had not still left in them hidden far down in the innermost recesses of their nature, and crushed almost out of existence by a load of vice and evil-doing it may be, some remnant of the better feelings of humanity. And their features brightened and softened visibly as they witnessed the delight of this baby girl at finding herself with her father, and looked at her happy innocent face. Her visit was like a ray of sunshine, falling upon them from out the bosom of a murky and storm-laden sky, and as she flitted fearlessly to and fro among them, they felt for the moment as though a part of their load of guilt had been taken from them, that in some subtle way her proximity had exercised a purifying and refining influence upon them, and that they were no longer the utterly vile, God-forsaken wretches they had been. Fierce, crime-scarred faces lighted up with unwanted smiles as she approached them, and hands that had been again and again soaked in human blood were outstretched to warn or remove her from the vicinity of possible danger. For the first few minutes Captain Staunton had been anxious and apprehensive at her unexpected presence among the ruffingly band, but his face cleared, and his knitted brow relaxed as he saw the effect which the sight of her produced. And when Lance joined him he said, Let her alone. She is doing more in a few minutes to humanize these men than you or I could achieve in a year. The child was naturally interested in everything she saw, and with tireless feet she passed to and fro, pausing now and then to gravely watch the operations of some stalwart fellow hewing out a timber with his ads, driving home a bolt with his heavy mall, or digging into the stubborn rock with his pickaxe, and not infrequently asking questions which the puzzled seamen strove in vain to answer. At length having satisfied her curiosity by a thorough inspection of all that was going forward, she wandered down to the spot where the hull had been broken up. This was a tiny sheltered bay or indentation in the rocks, and a large raft had here been constructed out of the dismembered timbers and planking, which were kept afloat in order that the powerful rays of the sun might not split and rend the wood. Two or three detached planks formed a gangway between the raft and the rocks, and along these planks may pass on to the raft without attracting the attention of any one. It happening that just at that moment most of the hands were summoned to tail on to the fall of a tackle which was being used to raise one of the timbers into its place. Gradually she strayed from one end of the raft to the other, and presently her attention was attracted by a curious triangular shaped object which she saw projecting out of the water and moving slowly along. She wondered what it could possibly be, and, in order the better to see it, ran nimbly out upon the end of a long plank which projected considerably beyond the rest. So eager was she to watch the movements of the strange object that she overshot her mark and with a splash and a cry of alarm fell into the water. The triangular object immediately disappeared. Luckily at this instant Bob glanced round, just in time to see the splash caused by May's involuntary plunge, and to note the simultaneous disappearance of a dark object in the water close at hand. Devining in a moment what had happened, he set off with a bound down the sloping rocky way toward the raft, shouting as he went, a shark, a shark, and May has fallen overboard. For a single instant there was a horror stricken pause. Then tools were flung recklessly aside. The tackle fall was let go and the timbers suffered to fall unheeded to the ground again, and the entire gang with one accord followed in Bob's wake, hastily snatching up ropes, boat hooks, poles, oars, anything likely to be useful as they ran. Meanwhile Bob, running with the speed of a hunted deer, had passed, as it seemed to the spectators, with a single bound down the rocks and along the entire length of the raft, from the extreme end of which he plunged without pause or hesitation into the sea. A bright momentary flash as he vanished beneath the surface of the water seemed to indicate that he carried a drawn knife or some such weapon in his hand. Simultaneously with the disappearance of Bob, May's golden curls reappeared above the surface, and the child's aimless struggles and her choking, bubbling cries lent wings to the rescuing feet of those who had listened again and again unmoved to the death screams of their fellow men. Another moment, and there was a tremendous commotion in the water, close to the child, first a sort of seething whirl, then a dark object flashed for a moment into view. There was a furious splashing, a darting hither and dither of some creature indistinctly seen amid the snowy foam, and then that foam took on a rosy hue which deepened into crimson. The commotion subsided, and Bob appeared once more on the surface, breathless and gasping. With a couple of strokes he reached May's side, and half a dozen more took him alongside the raft in time to deliver her into Captain Stanton's outstretched arms. Unhurt, sir, I believe, thank God, Bob gasped, as he delivered up his charge, and then when the little one had been raised out of the water and clasped with inarticulate thanksgivings to her father's breast, he added, give us a hand, some of you fellows will you, and heave hands in leaf for I believe my legs broke. Lay hold, boy, and a dozen eager hands were outstretched to Bob's assistance, foremost among them being that of a great black-bearded fellow named Dickinson, who had formerly been Boson's mate on board a man-o-war, but who had deserted in order to escape the consequences of a sudden, violent outburst of temper. Lay hold. Bob grasped the preferred hand and was brought gently alongside the raft. Now then exclaimed Dickinson, assuming the direction of affairs. Kneel down on the edge of the raft, one of you, you, you're pretty handy with your flippers. Kneel down and pass your arm under his legs, as high up as you can. Say when. Are you ready? Then lift, gently now, and take care you don't strike him against the edge of the raft. So that's well, now, lift him inboard, that's your sort. Now off-jacket some of us and let's sling him. He'll ride easier that way. Are we hurting you, my lad? Not much, thanky, answered Bob cheerfully. There he added, as they once more reached the rocks. That'll do, mates. Lay me down here in the shade and tell Mr. Evelyn I'm hurt, presently, you know, after he's brought the little girl around. In the meantime, Lance, almost as much concerned as Captain Staunton, had hurried after the latter and offered his assistance, which was thankfully accepted. But there was very little that needed doing. So prompt had been Bob and his movements that the poor child had never actually lost consciousness, and after a great deal of coughing up of salt water, and a little crying, May was so far herself again, asked to be able to call up a rather wan smile and throwing her arms around her father's neck to say, Don't be frightened any more, Papa dear, May's better now. Great seemed to be the satisfaction of the crowd of men who had clustered round the group as they heard this welcome assurance. And then in twos and threes they slunk away back to their work, seemingly more than half ashamed that they had been betrayed into the exhibition of so human a feeling as interest in a mere child's safety. If the little one's all right, mister, you'd better have a look at the chap that pulled her out. His legs broke, I think, remarked Dickinson's gruff voice at this juncture. His leg broken? Good heavens, I never dreamed of this, exclaimed Captain Staunton. Poor fellow, poor Robert, let us go at once and see what can be done for him, Evelyn. You'll find him there under that rock, remarked the exposens mate, in a tone of indifference, indicating Bob's resting place by a careless jerk of the thumb over his left shoulder as he walked away. Captain Staunton and Lance rose to their feet, and the former carrying his restored darling in his arms went toward the spot indicated. They had gone but a few paces when they were overtaken by Dickinson, who, with a half-sulky, half-defiant look on his face, said, I suppose I can't be any use, can I? If I can, you know, you'd better say so, and I'll lend you a hand, and let me see the man that'll laugh at me. I ain't quite a brute, though I dare say you think me one. I like pluck when I see it, and the way that boy jumped in on the shark was plucky enough for anything. If it hadn't been for him, skipper, that little galley yarn have been a goner and no mistake. You are right, Dickinson, she would indeed. Thank God she is spared to me, though. You can, no doubt, be of the greatest use to us. And as to thinking you a brute, I do nothing of the kind, nor does Mr. Evelyn, I am sure. I believe you make yourself out to be a great deal worse than you really are. Well, Robert, what is this, my boy? Is it true that your leg is broken? I'm afraid it is, sir, answered Bob, who looked very pale and was evidently suffering great pain. But I don't care about that, so long as May is all right. She is, Robert, thanks to God and to your courage. But we will all thank you by and by more adequately than we can do now. Let us look at your leg. That is the first thing to be attended to. Will you allow me, Captain Stanton? Interpose, Lance. I have some knowledge of surgery, and I think my hand will be more steady than yours after your late excitement. The skipper willingly gave place to Lance, and the latter, kneeling down by Bob's side, drew out a knife with which he slid up the left leg of the lad's trousers. A painful sight at once revealed itself. The leg was broken halfway between the ankle and the knee, and the splintered shin bone protruded through the lacerated and bleeding flesh. Captain Stanton felt quite sick for a moment as he saw the terrible nature of the injury, and even Lance turned a trifle pale. A compound fracture and a very bad one pronounced Evelyn. Now Dickinson, if you wish to be of use, find Kit the carpenter and bring him to me. The man vanished with alacrity, and in another minute or two returned with Kit. Lance explained what he wanted, a few splints of a certain length and shape, and a supply of good stout spun yarn. Do you think Raleigh would give us a bandage or two and a little lint from one of his medicine chests? Ask Lance of Dickinson. If he won't, I'll pound him to a jelly, was the reckless answer, and without waiting for further instructions, the man ran down to the water, jumped into the dinghy, and casting off the painter, began to ply his oars with a strength and energy which sent the small boat darting across the bay with a foaming wave at her bows and a long swirling wake behind her. In less than half an hour, he was back again with the medicine chest and all its contents, which he had brought away bodily without going through the formality of asking permission. The splints were by this time ready, and then began the long, tedious, and painful operation of setting and dressing the limb, in the performance of which Dickinson rendered valuable and efficient service. The long agony proved almost too much for Bob. He went ghastly pale, and cold perspiration broke out in great beads all over his forehead, seeing which the bosons mate beckoned with his hand to one of the men standing near and whispered him to fetch his Dickinson's allowance of grog. The man went away and soon returned with not a single allowance, but a panic in full of rum, the result of a spontaneous contribution among the men as soon as they were informed that it was wanted for Bob. With the aid of an occasional sip from this panic and the poor lad was able to bear up without fainting until Lance had done all that was possible for him. And then Dickinson and three other men, lifting him upon a strip of tarpaulin, last to a couple of oars, carried him down to one of the boats and jumping in with Lance and Captain Stanton, who could not be persuaded to trust May out of his arms, pushed off and rode him down to the bottom of the bay. About a couple of hundred yards from the rocks, they passed the body of a great dead shark floating belly upwards upon the surface of the water. The creature appeared to be nearly 20 feet long, and the blood was still slowly oozing from three or four stabs and a couple of long deep gashes near the throat. The mouth was open and as the boat swept past its occupants had an opportunity to count no less than five rows of formidable teeth still erect in its horrid jaws. Captain Stanton pressed his child convulsively to his breast as he gazed at the hideous site. And Dickinson, who pulled the stroke or averred with an oath his belief that there was not another man on the island with pluck enough to tackle such a monster. By the by, Robert, said Captain Stanton, you have not yet told us how you came to break your leg. Did you strike it against the timber when you jumped overboard or how was it? No, sir, said Bob. It was this way. Just as I reached the end of the plank, I caught sight of the brute rushing straight at May. I could see him distinctly against the clean sandy bottom and he was not above six feet off. So I took a header right for him, whipping out my sheath knife as I jumped. And luckily he turned upon me sharp enough to give Little May a chance, but not sharp enough to prevent my driving my knife into him up to the hilt. Then I got hold of him somewhere. I think it was one of his fins and dug and slashed at him until I was out of breath when I was obliged to let go and come to the surface. The shark sheared off, seeming to have had enough of it, but in going he gave me a blow with his tail across the leg and I felt it snap like a pipe stem. And instead of making for the raft, you swim at once to May, thinking of her safety rather than the pain you were suffering, said the skipper. Bob, you are a hero, if ever there was one. This is the second time you have saved my child from certain death and I shall never forget my obligations to you, though God alone knows whether I shall ever have an opportunity to repay them. I say, mister, I wish you wouldn't have quite so much to say about God. It makes a chap feel uncomfortable, growled Dickinson. Does it, said Captain Stoughton? How is that? I thought none of you people believed in the existence of such a being. I can't answer for others, suddenly returned Dickinson, but I know I believe, I wish I didn't. I've tried my hardest to forget all about God and to persuade myself that there ain't no such person, but I can't manage it. The remembrance of my poor old mother's teaching sticks to me in spite of all I can do. I've tried, he continued with growing passion, to drive it all out of my head by sheer devilry and wickedness. I've done worse things and air another man on this here island, ain't I, mates, to his fellow ornament. Aye, aye, Bill, you have. You're a regular devil sometimes. A real out-and-outter and no mistake were the confirmatory replies. Yes, Dickinson continued, and yet I can't forget it. I can't persuade myself and the more I try, the worse I feel about it and I don't care who hears me say so. Well, you seem to be an earnest in what you say, Dickinson, but I really cannot believe you are. No man who really believed in the existence of a God of justice could continue to live a life of sin and defiance, said the skipper. Wouldn't he, fiercely retorted the bosons, mate? Supposing he'd done what I've done and lived the life I've lived. What would he do? Answer me that. Come up to our hut next Sunday morning at 11 o'clock and I will answer you. What? Do you mean to say that you'll let me in and then women folks there too? Certainly we will, said Captain Staunton, heartily. We are all mortal like yourself and the ladies will not refuse, I am sure, to meet a man who feels as you do. Then I'll come, exclaimed the man with a frightful oath, intended to add emphasis to his declaration, and then as the boats keel grated on the beach, he and his mates sprang into the shallow water and lifting Bob in his impromptu stretcher carefully upon their shoulders, they proceeded with heedful steps to bear him toward the hut. Now there, remarked Captain Staunton in a low voice as they hurried on ahead to get Bob's bunk ready for him. There is an example of a human soul steeped in sin, yet revolting from it, struggling desperately to escape, and in its despair, only dying itself with a deeper stain. It is a noble nature in revolt against a state of hideous, ignoble slavery. And I pray, God, that I may find words wherewith to suitably answer his momentous question. Amen, said Lance fervently, raising his hat reverently from his head as the word passed his lips. In another 10 minutes, they had poor Bob safely in the house and comfortably bestowed in his birth. The medicine chest had been brought back in the boat and was soon conveyed to the hut. And while Lance busied himself in mixing a cooling draft for his patient, Dale, to the intense astonishment of everybody, voluntarily undertook to prepare some strengthening broth for him. The man's supreme selfishness gave way for the moment to admiration of Bob's gallant deed, so immeasurably beyond anything of which he felt himself capable. And genuinely ashamed of himself for perhaps the first time in his life, he suddenly resolved to do what little in him laid to be useful. When Lance came downstairs for a moment after administering the saline draft, he found Dickinson and his three companions still hanging about outside the door in an irresolute manner, as though undecided whether to go or stay. He accordingly went out to them and, with an earnestness quite foreign to his usual manner, thanked them warmly, yet courteously, for their valuable assistance. Lance never forgot that he was a gentleman and was therefore uniformly courteous to everybody, and then dismissed them, adding at the last moment a word or two of reminder to Dickinson as to his promise for the following Sunday, which he emphasized with a hearty shake of the hand. The bosonsmate walked away down to the boat silently, and in a seemingly dazed condition, holding up his right hand before him, turning it over and looking at it as though he had never seen it before. He never opened his lips until the boat was in mid-channel when, resting on his oar for a moment, he said, "'Well, shipmates, you heard me say today words that I wouldn't have believed this morning I could find courage to say to any human being. Now I'm not ashamed of them. I won't go back from a single word, but you know as well as I do what a rumpus there'd be if it got to be known that there'd been said what's been said this afternoon. I don't care about myself, not a single curse. You and as many more fools as Jews can laugh at me until you're all tired, but mind, I won't have a word said about them. If this gets abroad, they'll be made uncomfortable, and I won't have it. Do you hear, mates? I won't have it. The first man that says a word about it, well, with a powerful effort to curb his passion, the best thing he can do is to take to the water and swim right out to sea, for the sharks will be more merciful to him than I will. All right, matey, all right, good humoredly answered one of the men. You needn't threaten us, no occasion for that. We're not going to split on your old man. Perhaps if the truth was known, there's others beside yourself as don't feel particular comfortable about this here pirate in business. I won't mention no names, and anyhow you may trust me not to say a word about what we've heard today upon it, and there's my hand upon it, and mine, and mine. The preferred hands were silently grasped with fervor, and then the oars were resumed and the boat sped on her way to the shipyard. End of chapter 14. Chapter 15 of The Pirate Island, a story of the South Pacific by Harry Collinwood. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Lost. When the three ladies entered Staunton Cottage, they were greatly surprised to find Captain Staunton and Lance there, both busy scraping lint, and still more surprised to see Dale bending over a fire with his coat off, diligently stirring the contents of a small tin saucepan. May was the first to throw any light upon the situation, which she did directly the door opened by rushing up to her mother and exclaiming excitedly, oh, mama, what do you think? I fell into the water and Bobby jumped in too, and a naughty shark hurt poor Bobby and made his leg bleed. So Papa and Mr. Evelyn and some sailors brought him home and put him to bed, and he's up there now, mama, so poorly. Mrs. Staunton turned mutely to her husband for an explanation. For a single moment, she felt quite incapable of speaking intelligibly. Her mental vision conjured up a picture of her child in some terrible danger, and in her anxiety, her mind refused to take in more than that one awful fact. Overlooking for the time, in the circumstance of Bob having received an injury, the danger to which May had been exposed, that was all she thought about, all she could think about just then. And until she had heard the story, she had not attention for anything or anyone else. So Captain Staunton bade them all sit down, and then he related the full details of May's adventure with Bob's gallant rescue of her and the unfortunate accident which accompanied it. It is not necessary to repeat the frequent exclamations of horror and admiration which were elicited from the fair auditors as the various details of the occurrence were related, nor to describe the convulsive way in which May was clasped to her mother's breast and fondled and cried over by all three of the sensitive loving women together as they listened to the story of her terrible peril. Suffice it to say that when the narrative was over, the women kind went with one accord up to Bob's bedside, and there so overwhelmed him with thanks and praises that the poor fellow was quite overcome so that Lance had finally to interfere and with mock severity, ordered their immediate withdrawal. Later on when the excitement had somewhat subsided and while they were all sitting down quietly to tea, the ladies produced their nuggets, passing them round for inspection and relating the manner in which they had been found. Lance's experience as a gold digger now served the party in good stead, for he had no sooner taken the dull yellow lumps into his hand than he pronounced them to be veritable nuggets of pure gold, and after extracting from the fair finders as accurate a description as they could give him of the locality in which the discovery had been made, he declared his belief that one or more pockets of gold existed in the immediate vicinity of the pool and said he would take an early opportunity of personally inspecting the spot. The somewhat exciting events of the day caused the party to sit up chatting rather late that evening, and about midnight they were startled by the sound of knocking at the door. Captain Stanton opened it and there stood Dickinson, who explained with some hesitation that, being as he couldn't sleep very well, he'd made so bold as to come up, see in a light in the winter, to ask how the little missy was out of her ducking, likewise the youngster as had got his leg hurt. The skipper was able to give satisfactory answers to both inquiries, and Mrs. Stanton, hearing that someone was asking after me, came out herself and thanked the exposensmate so sweetly for his interest in her child that the poor fellow went away more days than ever, but with a heart so light that he felt as if walking upon air. And during the short journey between the hut and his quarters, he solemnly and silently registered sundry fearful vows as to what he would do to anyone who dared so much as to think any harm of the inhabitants of Stanton Cottage. For the next two days, everybody was exceedingly busy, the men being hard at work at the shipyard, while the women felt as though they could not do enough for Bob, or make enough of him, indeed in their anxiety to show their gratitude and admiration, they, violet and blanche at least, let enthusiasm outrun discretion so far that they bid fair to do the patient more harm than good, so that Mrs. Stanton was feign at last to take him under her own exclusive charge, forbidding the younger ladies to enter the room more than twice a day, once in the morning and again in the evening, and then rigorously limiting their visits to five minutes on each occasion. The third day following Bob's accident was Sunday. This day was always observed as a holiday by the pirates. Not, it needs scarcely be said, in deference to the fourth commandment, but simply because the men insisted upon having one day of rest from work, a day on which the more sober and steady members of the band were want to devote some little attention to the toilet and to the repairs of their clothing, while the remainder, by far the greater number, gave themselves up to unrestrained riot and drunkenness, a circumstance which, as may easily be understood, always caused a considerable amount of anxiety to the inmates of Stanton Cottage. By however anxious they may have been, however fearful that in their unbridled license the pirates might at any moment break in upon the privacy of the cottage and attempt some outrage, divine service was invariably performed twice each Sunday in the lower apartment of the cottage. The day in question was no exception to the rule, and when the party began to assemble for the morning service, they saw that Dickinson had posted himself at a little distance from, but with an easy hail of, the door. He was accordingly invited in, and when he made his appearance with his hair freshly cut, his long bushy beard and mustache carefully trimmed, and his person decently arrayed in a nearly new suit of blue pilot cloth, he looked not only every inch a sailor, but also a very fine specimen of manhood. He entered with some show of diffidence, and seemed half inclined to beat a hasty retreat again when Mrs. Stanton invited him to occupy a seat next to her. However, he remained conducting himself with the greatest propriety during the service, and evidently still having in remembrance the forms of the Episcopal ceremonial. When prayers were over, Captain Stanton delivered, according to his usual custom, a short address, in which he strove earnestly to give a plain and comprehensive answer to the question which Dickinson had propounded to him in the boat. It is not within the province of such a book as this to repeat what was said on the occasion. Suffice it to say that the skipper so far succeeded in his object that when the service was over, the strange guest went away a happier and a more hopeful man than he had been for years. He presented himself again at the evening service, remaining at Mrs. Stanton's invitation to listen to the sacred music in which the party generally indulged for an hour at the close of the day. Thenceforth, he was a changed man. On the following morning, Lance announced that he proposed to make in Blanche's company a visit to the gold mine as they laughingly called it. Blanche's presence was required ostensibly in order that she might act in the capacity of pilot, but no one attempted to pretend that he or she was blinded by so exceedingly transparent an excuse. Everybody knew how eagerly the occasion was welcomed by the pair as affording an opportunity for a long day's uninterrupted enjoyment of each other's society, and everybody had accordingly something jocular to say about it. But what cared they these two happy and the first rosy flush of mutually acknowledged love? They laughingly returned jest for jest and set off in high glee directly after breakfast, saying they were not to be expected back at any definite time, as they should stay until Lance had made a thorough examination of the entire locality. Deeply in love, however, as they both were, they had the forethought to provide themselves with a good substantial luncheon, and Evelyn also slipped a tolerably heavy hammer and cold chisel into his pocket. Blithely the pair stepped out, for his not-happiness always light a foot, and in due time, a much shorter time, by the way, than was occupied in the previous journey, they arrived at the brink of the ravine and looked down upon the tiny crystal stream and the pool where in the nuggets had been found. Lance took in the geological characteristics of the place at a glance. He recognized the rocks as genuine outcrops of gold-bearing quartz, and the minute yellow specks therein as the precious metal itself, their visible presence being an indication of the extraordinary richness of the reef. Why, blanche darling, he exclaimed, all his miners' instincts fully aroused as he chipped and broke off specimens here and there, to find tiny pellets and nodules of gold thickly clustering in each. This mine of yours is worth a nation's ransom. I do not believe there is such another reef as this in the whole world. With proper crushing machinery, we might all make our fortunes in a month. But let us take a look at the pool, unless I am greatly mistaken, there is a princely fortune lying about here and to be had for the mere picking up without the need of machinery at all. They scrambled down the side of the ravine and stood by the margin of the pool. Then Lance looked upward in the direction of the flow of the rivulet, attentively noting the run of the strata. Glancing about him, he saw a small broken branch lying on the ground at no great distance and securing it, he cut away with his knife the size of the larger end so as to produce a flat surface, making of the branch a very narrow bladed wooden spade, in fact. Reaching as far forward as he could, he plunged the blade of his extemporized spade into the sandy bottom of the pool, pressing it gently down into the sand until he could get it no deeper. When he pried it upward, so as to bring to the surface a specimen of the subsoil. Raising it very carefully, the end of the branch at length came into view, bringing with it a small quantity of yellow glittering sand. Some of this, by care and patience, he managed to get out of the water before it quite washed away. And placing it in the palm of his hand, he gently agitated it to and fro beneath the surface of the water until all the lighter particles were washed away. When there remained in his hand a minute quantity of fine yellow dust. There, he said, what do you think of that blanch? It is gold dust, my dear girl, and if we could drain off the water from this pool, and it might be done without much trouble, we should find plenty of it underneath that fine white sand. Now, let us inspect a little further. They accordingly began to walk slowly up the border of the stream, which descended the ravine by a series of miniature cataracts of foot or so in height, usually with small sandy-bottomed basins beyond. One of these basins proved to be so small and so shallow that, standing on a projecting ledge of rock, Lance was able to make a tolerably thorough examination of its bed with the aid of the before-mentioned branch. And he had not been very long stirring up the sand with it when he turned up four very fine nuggets, varying in size from a hen's egg to a six-pound shot. Just as I expected, he exclaimed. Now, the spot from which this gold originally came is at the head of this ravine. These nuggets have all been brought down here by the water, and the higher we go, the larger the nuggets be, because, of course, the heaviest of them will have traveled the shortest distance. But before pushing our investigations further, I proposed that we sit down here and have luncheon. This is a picturesque spot, and what is perhaps more to the purpose, I am frightfully hungry. They accordingly seated themselves upon a great moss-grown rock and partook of the contents of the basket with all the appetite of healthy people who had passed a long morning in the fresh, pure air. Luncheon over, and Lance having at Blanche's request, or perhaps the word command would be nearer the truth, lighted a cigar, the pair proceeded with their investigations. The characteristics of the stream continued to be the same, short lengths of sparkling water flowing over a boulder-stream bed, diminutive rapids, tiny cataracts, and occasional quiet pools between. One or two of the smallest and least difficult of these pools, Lance cursorily examined. Finding in each case one or more nuggets, the sizes increasing as the searchers made their way upward, and thus confirming Lance's theory. He did not, however, devote much time to the actual search for gold. His object was just then to trace the gold to its source, and at the same time, to note what capabilities existed for damning off the most promising spots with a view to future operations. A happy idea, as Blanche thought it, suddenly occurred to that young lady. Oh, Lance, she exclaimed. What geese are we? Are we, darling? Said her companion. Probably, if anyone happened to see us just now, sliding his arm round her waist and kissing her. They would be inclined to think so. Nay, you need not pout. It is entirely your own fault. The fact is that you look so pretty, the temptation was simply irresistible. Was it? She retorted. Well, I think it very rude of you to interrupt me like that. Just at the moment, I was about to give utterance to a brilliant idea. But seriously, Lance dear, do you not think we could collect a sufficiency of this gold to purchase our freedom from these horrid men? Evelyn thought the matter over for a minute or two. I am afraid not, he said at last. I have not the slightest doubt about our being able to collect a sufficient quantity of gold. The ground seems to be absolutely gorged with it, but the difficulty would be in the effecting of an arrangement by which these fellows would be persuaded to release us after the payment of the ransom. They would take the gold and afterwards simply break faith with us. No, our services are of too much value to them, unluckily, for them ever to voluntarily permit our departure. And we shall therefore have to follow out our original plan of escape, if possible, unless a better offers. But we will endeavor to possess ourselves of some of this enormous wealth, and we must trust to chance for the opportunity to convey it away with us. They were now near the head of the ravine, which seemed to terminate in a sort of cul-de-sac, a huge reef of oriferous rock jutting out of the ground and forming an almost perpendicular wall across the end of the ravine. On reaching the base of this wall, the tiny stream they had been following was found to have its source a yard or two from the face of the rock, bubbling up out of the ground in the midst of a little pool some three yards across. It was near this spot, therefore, in all probability, that the precious metal would be found in richest abundance. Lance, accordingly, began to look around him for indications of the direction in which he ought to search. About 10 feet up the face of the rock wall, he saw what appeared to be a fissure in the stone, and thinking it possible that an examination of this fissure might aid him, he, with some difficulty, managed to scramble up to it. When he reached the spot, he found, however, instead of a mere fissure or crack in the rock, as he had imagined, a wide projecting shoulder of the reef, which artfully masked a low, narrow recess. Penetrating into this recess, Lance found that after he had proceeded two or three yards, the walls widened out, and the whole place had the appearance of being an entrance to a subterranean cavern. Thinking that if such were indeed the case, the discovery might prove of great value, as affording the party a perfectly secure place of refuge in case of necessity. He emerged once more and, discovering from his more elevated standpoint an easy means of descent, hastened down to Lance, and informing her of his discovery, requested her to sit down and rest whilst he completed his explorations. He then looked about him for something to serve the purpose of a torch, and at length found a fragment of dry wood, which, on being ignited, promised to burn steadily enough for his purpose. Armed with this, he was about to re-ascend the face of the rock when Blanche begged that she might be allowed to accompany him, as she was sure she would feel lonely sitting out there by herself. Lance accordingly gave her his hand, and without any very great difficulty, managed to get her safely up on the narrow platform in front of the opening. Relighting his torch, which he had extinguished after satisfying himself that it would burn properly, Lance led the way into the cleft, holding his brand well before him, and as high as possible, and giving his disengaged hand to Blanche, who suffered from the disadvantage of being in total darkness. Her lover's bulky form almost entirely filling up the narrow passage they were traversing, and completely eclipsing the light. Soon, however, they found the walls receding from the money their side, the roof rising at the same time, and when they had penetrated some 50 or 60 yards, they were able to walk side by side. It was a curious place in which they found themselves. The rocky walls, which met overhead like an arch, were composed entirely of our riferous quartz, the gold gleaming in it here and there in long, thin flakes. The passage sloped gently upward, whilst it at the same time, swept gradually round toward the right hand, and though the air was somewhat close, there was an almost utter absence of that damp, earthy smell, which is commonly met with in subterranean chambers. As they continued on their way, the rocks about them gradually underwent a change, the gold no longer showing in thin, detached, thread-like layers, but glittering in innumerable specks and tiny nodules all over the surface, so that as the flickering, uncertain light of the torch fell upon the walls, they glistened as though covered with an unbroken coating of gold leaf. But this novel appearance, attractive as it was, was nothing to the surprise which awaited them further on. They had penetrated some eight or 900 yards, perhaps, into the bowels of the earth, and were thinking of returning when they suddenly emerged from the passage into a vast cavern so spacious in all its dimensions that their tiny light quite failed to reveal the farther side or the roof. But what little they did see was sufficient to root them to the ground, speechless for the moment with wonder and admiration. The rocky floor upon which they stood was smooth as a marble pavement, apparently from attrition by the action of water through countless centuries, though the place was now perfectly dry. What chiefly excited their admiration, however, was the circumstance that the floor was not only smooth, it was as polished as glass and in places quite transparent while it glowed and sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow. They seemed to be standing on a surface of purest crystalline ice, seemed, streaked, veined, and clouded in the most marvelous and fantastic manner with every conceivable hue through and into which the faint light of their torch gleamed, flashed, and sparkled with an effect of indescribable splendor. Oh, Lance, whispered Blanche at last, was ever anything so lovely seen before? A perfect palace of the gnomes, darling, is it not? Return, Lance, in his usual tone of voice. And then they stood awestruck and enthralled as his words were caught up by countless echoes and flung backward and forward, round and round, and in the air above them, in as many different tones, from a faint whisper far overhead to deep, sonorous musical bell-like notes reverberating around the walls and echoing away in a way, farther and farther, fainter and fainter, until at last, after an interminable time, as it seemed to them, the sounds died completely away and silence reigned once more. It is marvelous, superb, whispered Evelyn, not caring to again arouse the echoes of the place. Come, Blanche, sweetheart, let us explore a little further while our torch still holds out. Hand in hand, and with cautious steps, for the floor was almost as slippery as ice, they began to make the tour of this fairy-like cavern. But they had not proceeded a dozen steps before they were again arrested, spellbound. The walls, as far as the feeble light of the torch would reveal them, were of rock of the same character as the floor, only that instead of being smooth and even, they were broken up into fantastic projections of every imaginable form. While here and there, huge masses started boldly out from the face, forming flying buttresses with projecting pinnacles and elaborate carved work, all executed by nature's own hand. While elsewhere, their clustered columns, so regular and perfect in their shape, that they might have been transferred with scarcely a finishing touch of the chisel to the aisles of a cathedral. Where the light happened to fall upon these, the effect was bewilderingly beautiful, the rays being reflected and refracted from and through the crystals of which they were composed, until they shone and sparkled like columns of prismatic fire. Then a new wonder revealed itself, for unapproaching more closely to the glittering walls. It became apparent that they were seen with wide cracks here and there, the cracks being filled with a cement-like substance so thickly studded with nuggets of gold of all sizes that in less than five minutes, a man might have gathered more than he could carry away. Passing along the walls, Lance found that it was everywhere the same and that in stumbling upon this subterranean palace of the fairies, they had also discovered a mine of incalculable wealth. Hastily gathering a few of the finest nuggets within reach, they set out to return. They had apparently made the entire circuit of the cavern, for there, close to them, yawned the black mouth of a passage. This was fortunate, as the torch had now burned so low that Lance saw with consternation, it would be necessary for them to make the greater part of their return journey in darkness. But never mind, Blanche darling, he said cheerfully, remarking upon this unpleasant circumstance. It is all plain sailing. There are no obstacles in our way and if we have to grope slowly along, still the marvelous sight we have seen is well worth so trifling a penalty. Give me your hand, sweetheart, and let us get into the passage, for I shall have to abandon the light. It is scorching my fingers as it is. Blanche silently gave her hand to her lover a trifle nervous at having to traverse so long a distance in impenetrable darkness and buried, who knew how deep beneath the surface? Buried. The idea was a most unpleasant one just then and she shuddered as they plunged hand in hand into the passage, Lance at the same moment, flinging the charred stump of the burnt out torch back into the great cavern behind them. Cautiously they groped their way onward, Lance feeling his way along the wall of the passage and making sure of his footing at every step by passing his foot lightly forward over the ground before advancing. In this manner the pair proceeded for what seemed to be a considerable length of time. At least Blanche thought it so. For at last she said with a slight tremor in her voice, how much longer do you think we shall be, Lance? Surely we cannot be very far from the entrance now. No, we must be getting pretty close to it, said Lance, but surely you're not feeling frightened, little woman? Not exactly frightened, answered Blanche, but this terrible darkness and this awful silence makes me nervous. It seemed so dreadful to be groping one's way like this, without being able to see where one is going. And then I have a stupid feeling that the rocks above us may give way at any moment and bury us. Not much fear of that, said Lance with a laugh, which went echoing and reverberating along the passage in such a weird, unearthly manner that Blanche clung to her companion in terror. These rocks, he continued, have supported for years, probably centuries the way to above them. And it is not at all likely they will give way just now without any cause. I daresay the time does seem long to you, darling, but you must remember we are walking at a much slower pace now than when we passed over the ground before. Of course, we might walk faster since we know the ground to be tolerably even and regular. Still it is best to be cautious. If either of us happens to stumble here in the dark, we might receive a rather severe blow. However, keep up your courage. We cannot be very much longer now. Once more they continued their way in silence, the ground sloping gently downwards all the while, as they could tell notwithstanding the darkness, and still no welcome ray of daylight appeared in the distance to tell them that they were approaching their journey's end. At length a vague and terrible fear began to make itself felt in Lance's own mind. Recalling the incidents of their inward journey, he tried to reckon the time which they had occupied in passing from the open air along the gallery into the great cavern, and he considered that they could not possibly have been longer than 20 minutes, probably not as long as that. But it seemed to him that they had been groping there in the intense darkness for two hours at least. No, surely it could not be so long as that. The darkness made the time lag heavily. But if they had been there only one hour, they ought by this time to have reached daylight once more, slowly as they had been moving. Surely they had not. Oh no, it was not possible. It could not be possible. And yet merciful God, what if they had by some dreadful mischance lost their way? The strong man felt the beads of cold perspiration start out upon his forehead as the dreadful and definable haunting fear at length took shape and presented itself before his mind in all its grisly horror. He had faced death often enough to look him in the face now or at any time without fear. But to meet him thus, to wander on and on in the thick darkness, to grope blindly along the walls of this huge grave until exhaustion came and compelled them to lie down and die, never to look again upon the sweet face of nature, never again to have their eyes gladdened by the blessed light of the sun or the soft glimmer of the starlit heavens, to vanish from off the face of the earth and to pass away from the kin of their friends, leaving no sign, no clue of their whereabouts or of their fate. Oh God, it was too horrible. Not for himself, no. If it were God's will that thus he must die, he had courage enough to meet his fate calmly and as a brave man should. Thank God he had so lived that, let death come upon him never so suddenly, he could not be taken unawares. Lance Evelyn was by no means a saint. He knew it and acknowledged it in this dread hour, but he had always striven honestly and honorably to do his duty, whatever it might be. With all his strength and then too, like the apostle, he knew in whom he trusted. No, Lance was not afraid of death on his own account. It was for the weak, timorous girl by his side that all his sympathies were aroused. Doubtless, she too possessed a faith firm enough to enable her to meet her fate undismayed. He believed she did. But what terrible bodily suffering must she pass through before the end came? But perhaps after all, he was alarming himself unnecessarily. Even now they might be within a few yards of the outlet and yet not be able to see it, because as he suddenly remembered, the passage was curved from its very commencement. But then he also remembered the passage at its outer end was so narrow that Blanche had to walk behind him and here they were walking hand in hand and side by side as they had been ever since they had entered this interminable passage. Blanche said he, steadying his voice as well as he could, put out your hand, dear, and see whether you can reach the right hand wall. He felt her lean away from him and then came her reply in a broken voice. No, Lance, I cannot. Why, pet, he exclaimed, I really believe you are crying. Yes, I am, she acknowledged. Forgive me, Lance, dear, I really cannot help it. I shall be better by and by perhaps, but oh, it is so dreadful. You are very brave and very good to me, but I know you must have realized it before now. The dreadful truth that we are lost here. Tut, tut, nonsense, child, Lance answered cheerfully. Why, Blanche, you will get quite unnerved if you suffer such thoughts to take possession of you. There, lay your head on my shoulder, darling, and have your cry comfortably out. You will feel better and braver afterwards. He put his arm round her as he spoke and the poor frightened girl laid her head upon his breast, trustfully as a child, and sobbed as though her heart would break. Her companion let her sob on unchecked. He did not even say a word to comfort her. What could he say with that frightful suspicion every moment gathering force and strengthening itself into certainty? No, better not to say anything. Better not to buoy her up with delusive hopes and oh, how thankful he felt that the terrible task of breaking to her the news of their awful position had been spared him. The sobs gradually grew less violent and at length ceased altogether. Then Blanche raised her head and said quietly, "'Now, Lance, I am better and feel able to listen to the worst you can tell me. I will not ask you to give me your candid opinion of our position because I know it is. It must be the same as my own. But what do you propose that we should do?' Well, said Lance as cheerfully as he could. The first thing I intend to do is to light a match and take a glance at our surroundings. It was stupid of me that I did not think of doing so before. He drew a box of matches from his pocket. Being a smoker, he was never by any chance without them. And the next moment a sharp, rasping noise was heard and a tiny flame appeared. The light, however, was too feeble to penetrate that Egyptian darkness. They saw nothing but each other's faces, hers pale with wide open, horror-stricken eyes and his with contracted brow and firmly compressed lips, indicative of an unconquerable determination to struggle to the last against this dreadful fate which menace them. "'This will not do,' said he. We must improvise a better torch than this.' He fumbled once more in his pockets and presently found a sheet or two of paper on which he remembered jotting down some notes relative to matters connected with the construction of the battery. These he folded very carefully, so loosely as to burn well, yet tightly enough to burn slowly and so give them an opportunity for at least a momentary glance round them. Then he struck another match, applied it to one of the tiny torches and raised the light aloft. As he did so, Blanche uttered a piercing shriek and seizing him by the arm, dragged him back against the rocky wall of the passage. Then pointing before her, she gasped, "'Look, Lance, look!' Lance looked in the direction toward which she pointed and grew faint and sick as he saw that they had been standing on the very verge of a precipice. A stone, dislodged by Blanche's hasty movement, had rolled over the edge and they now heard it bounding with a loud echoing clang down the face of the rock, down, down, down. The sound loud at first, growing fainter and fainter until at last a dull muffled splash told that it had reached water more than a hundred fathoms below. End of chapter 15. Chapter 16 of The Pirate Island, a story of the South Pacific by Harry Collingwood. This liberal box recording is in the public domain. Blanche and her lover have to swim for it. Stand close against the wall, Blanche, and do not move, commanded Evelyn, as the paper torch burnt down and went out. Now he continued, "'I'm about to light up another of these papers and we must utilize the light to get past this gulf, if possible. It will never do for us to remain where we are. The question is, in which direction will it be most advisable for us to proceed? We must devote a moment or two to a hasty survey of the place as far as our light will allow us before we move. Neither the time nor the light will be wasted and it will be better that you should turn your glance upward and away from the edge of the chasm. Your nerves will then be all the steadier when we have to make a move. Now I am going to light up once more." Another paper was lighted and placing himself in front of his companion or between her and the edge of the chasm in order to guard against the possibility of her turning faint or giddy and falling over. Blanche raised the light at arm's length above his head to glance round. As he did so, the tiny flame wavered, as if fanned by a faint draft. He looked at it intently for a moment and noticed that the wavering motion was continuous and such as would be produced by a steady current of air flowing in the direction in which they had been proceeding. Then he knelt down and held the lighted paper close against the surface of the ground. The flame burnt steadily for an instant and then betrayed a very slight draft in the opposite direction. Then it went out, the paper being all consumed. He thought intently for a moment, then turned to his companion and said, Blanche dearest, we are saved. Pluck up your courage, my own love, and thank God with me for showing us a way out of this terrible labyrinth. I don't understand you, Lance, answered the girl, trembling with agitation. Are you only saying this to sustain my courage a little while longer, or do you really mean that you believe there is a chance of our emerging once more into the blessed light of day? I mean, dear, that I hope and believe we shall escape. Listen, that bit of lighted paper has revealed the presence of two distinct currents of air flowing along this passage. That means that an outlet to the open air exists somewhere. The upper current, which is the warmer of the two, is flowing in the direction of that outlet. And all we have to do is to follow in the same direction if we can, and we shall eventually reach the opening. Then let us proceed at once, Lance, dear, please, pleaded poor terrified Blanche. I feel as though I should go mad if we remain here much longer. I have a frightful feeling urging me, almost beyond my powers of resistance, to fling myself forward over the edge of that dreadful chasm which is yawning to receive me. Oh, save me, Lance, darling. Save me for pity's sake. I will save you, dear, if it is in man's power to do so, answered Lance. But you must help me by keeping up your courage. You know I cannot possibly think and reason calmly whilst you continue in this deplorable state of nervousness. Now I will light another paper, our last, and we will move forward at once, keep close to the wall, and be ready to give me your right hand as soon as the light shines out. Another moment, and a feeble glimmer once more illumined with Sumerian darkness. Holding the light in his right hand, Lance gave his left to Blanche, and they cautiously resumed their way. The ledge along which they were passing was about six feet wide, but a yard or two further on it narrowed abruptly, leaving a path barely 12 inches in breadth. It continued thus for a length of some 20 feet, and then widened out abruptly again, apparently to the full width of the passage. It seemed, in short, as though the terrible chasm terminated at this point. Luckily, Lance was the first to see it, and his resolution was at once taken. He dropped the lighted paper as if by accident, and extinguished it by setting his foot upon it. He knew that if his companion caught so much as a single momentary glimpse of the short but frightfully perilous passage she would have to make, her nerve would utterly fail her, and to probably a dreadful catastrophe would happen. So he resolved upon the hazardous attempt to get her past the danger blindfold. Tut, what a clumsy fellow I am, he explained pettishly, as though in reference to his having dropped the lighted paper. Now I shall have to expend another match, but Blanche, your nerves are still unsteady. The sight of this threatening gulf is too much for you. I think you would do better, Blindfold. Give me your handkerchief, dear, and let me tie it over your eyes. I will remove it again as soon as we are past the chasm. Thank you, said Blanche. I really believe I should feel better if the sight of that dreadful place were shut out. I can trust to your care and courage, but I confess with shame that as far as I am concerned, I am thoroughly unnerved. Blanche took the handkerchief, which Blanche put into his hand, and bound it gently but firmly over her eyes, arranging it as well as he could in the darkness in such a manner as to make the blinding perfectly effectual. He then led her cautiously forward a step or two until he felt with his outstretched foot the edge of the precipice. When, bidding her stand perfectly still and to cling firmly to the irregular surface of the rock, he once more lighted the short remaining end of paper, utilizing its brief existence to note well the perilous path they had to tread. Now, sweetheart, he said briskly, do you feel better and fit to go on? Oh, yes, was the reply, in a tone so bright and cheerful that Lance felt intensely relieved. And he forthwith said about the difficult task of getting his companion past the narrow ledge without further delay. By the last expiring gleam of his short-lived taper, Lance took one more rapid glance at the terrible pass, and then as the thick darkness once more closed round them, he said, now dear, you must be very cautious how you move. Keep close against the rock and take a firm hold of any projections you can find. Do not move until you have a firm hold with both hands, nor without telling me of your intention, as I shall keep close to you and give you the support of my arm. And do not loose your hold of the rock with one hand until you have secured a firm grip with the other. Now, have you a tight hold? Then move gently along, sidewise, and keep close to the rock. The dreadful journey was begun. Slowly and cautiously, the pair groped their uncertain way along that narrow ledge, each pausing until the other was ready to proceed. And Lance, with difficulty, restrained a shutter as once during the passage he felt that the heel of his boot actually projected over the awful ledge. A dozen times he felt outwards with his foot to ascertain whether the chasm was past or not. And at last, with an involuntary sigh of ineffable relief, he found that there was solid ground beyond him as far as his foot could reach. Now stand quite still for a moment, Blanche, he said. I am about to light another match. He did so and found that they had indeed achieved the awful passage with some six inches to spare. At his very feet still yawned the hungry gulf, but they were beyond it, thank God, and once more in comparative safety. Hastily seizing his companion's hand, he hurried her far enough away from the spot to prevent her seeing the deadly nature of the peril to which they had been exposed, and then removed the bandage from her eyes. There, he said cheerfully, we are past the chasm at last, and now you may have the use of your eyes once more. Lighting another match, the imprisoned pair now pressed forward as rapidly as circumstances would permit, taking care to keep a match always alight in order that they might not stumble unawares upon a possible second chasm or other danger. They pressed forward in silence, except for an occasional word of caution or encouragement from Lance, both being far too anxious to admit of anything like a connected conversation. Suddenly, Lance stopped short. To his sense of hearing acutely sharpened by the long continued death-like silence of the place, there had come a sound, fainter than the breathing of a sleeping infant, a mere vibration of the air, in fact, but still, a sound. What was it? He knelt down and placed his ear close to the ground. Yes, now he caught it a trifle more distinctly, the faintest murmur still, but with something of individuality appertaining to it. It rose and fell rhythmically, swelling gradually in volume and then subsiding again into silence. Hurrah, he shouted joyously, the sea, the sea, I can hear it. Courage, Blanche darling, our journey is nearly at an end. One short half hour at most and with God's help we shall be free. Again, they pushed eagerly forward with high hopes and grateful hearts now. And with every yard of progress, the gladdening sound rose clearer and clearer still until there could no longer be any possible mistake about it. It was indeed the regular beat of surf upon the shore. At length, the faint gleam of light became perceptible upon the rocky walls in front. Gradually it strengthened until the more prominent projections of the rock began to stand out bold and black against the lighter portions beyond. And at last, as the path curved gently round, their eager eyes were gladdened by the sight of an opening into which the sea was sweeping with a long, lazy undulating motion until it curled over and plashed musically upon a narrow strip of sandy beach. They both paused for a moment with one consent to feast their eyes upon the gladsome sight and to restore their disordered faculties. Then they saw that the long passage or gallery within which they stood terminated at its outer end in a cavernous recess, opening apparently on a precipitous part of the shore. The floor of the passage slipped gradually down until it met the short strip of sand upon which the mimic waves were lazily beating. And a yard or two from the water's edge, the sand was marked with a well-defined line of stranded weed and driftwood which indicated the inner limit of the wash of the sea. A single glance was sufficient to show that the oriferous rock had been left behind, that which now surrounded them being a coarse kind of granite. Pursuing their way, the pair soon stood upon the strip of beach. Then came the question, how were they to get out of the cavern now that they had reached its mouth? The sides rose perpendicularly and the top arched over in such a manner that escape seemed impossible. Lance made several attempts on each side of the entrance to work his way out, but the face of the rock was worn so smooth with the constant wash of the water that the nearer he approached the entrance, the more difficult did he find it to proceed. And at last, failing to find any further foothold, he was compelled to abandon his efforts and return to Blanche, who meanwhile had been resting her tired limbs on the soft gray sand. Well, Blanche, he said, I thought our troubles were over when I first caught sight of that opening, but it appears they are not. There seems to be only one possible mode of escape from this place, and that is by swimming. Now, I can manage the matter easily enough if you will only trust me. The distance is the nearest trifle, the water is smooth, and if you think you have nerve enough to rest your hands on my shoulders and to refrain from struggling when we get into deep water, I can support your weight perfectly well, I know, and carry you safely round to the beach, which I have no doubt we shall find at a short distance on one side or the other of the opening. It will involve a ducking, certainly, but we cannot help that, and if we walk briskly afterwards, we shall take no harm. Blanche laughed, she could afford to do that now. If that is our only difficulty, it is but a trifling one, she said. I can trust you implicitly, Lance, and what is perhaps almost as important, I can also trust myself. I can swim a little, and if I should tire, I shall not be frightened having you to help me. Very well was the reply. That is better than I dared hope. Would you like to rest a little longer, or shall we make the attempt at once? Blanche announced her perfect readiness to make the attempt forthwith, and without further ado, the pair straight away entered the water, hand in hand. Lance, first taking the precaution to places watching his hat and rammed the ladder well down upon his head. They waited steadily in until Blanche felt the water lifting her off her feet. When they struck out, Lance regulating his stroke so as to keep close beside his companion. The water was delightfully warm, the sun having been beating down upon it all day, and the immersion proved refreshing rather than otherwise. It took them only about a couple of minutes to reach the mouth of the cave, and then Lance began to look about him for a suitable landing place. He had expected to find a beach on one side or the other of the opening, but there was nothing of the kind as far as he could see. Perpendicular cliffs rose sheer out of the water on both sides of the opening for a distance of perhaps a hundred yards, and where the cliff terminated, the ground sloped steeply down with huge masses of rock projecting here and there. The foot of the slope being encumbered with other rocks, which at some distant period had become detached and rolled down into the water. In bad weather, it would have been death to attempt landing upon any part of the shore within Lance's range of vision, but fortunately the weather was fine and the water smooth, so they made for a spot which Lance thought would serve their purpose, and in another 10 minutes succeeded in affecting the landing among the rocks. The scramble up the steep face of the slope before them was not without its perils, but this also was happily accomplished, and at last they found themselves standing safe and sound on tolerably level ground, just as the last rays of the setting sun were gilding the summits of the hills before them. Lance found that they had come out on the eastern side of the island, and as the harbor lay on the south side, he knew pretty well in which direction they ought to walk. They therefore at once set out at a brisk pace toward a large patch of forest fringing a hill at some distance in front of, but a little to the south of them. They had not gone very far before Lance, who was keeping a keen lookout for some familiar landmark, recognized a dip between the hills as the ravine up which they had passed in the morning, and altering their course a little, they came in about half an hour to the stream, which they crossed without difficulty, and then followed it down until they reached the pool in which the first discovery of gold had been made. Thence their way was tolerably easy, though in the darkness, which had by this time closed down upon them, they went somewhat astray while passing through the wood, and in another hour they found themselves once more safely within the shelter of Stanton Cottage, thoroughly tired out with their long and adventurous days ramble. Their entrance was greeted with exclamations of mock horror at the length to which they had spun out the day's ramble, but Blanche's pale cheeks, draggled dress, and general done-up appearance speedily apprised her friends that a contrary temp of some kind had occurred, and their jesting remarks were quickly exchanged for earnest and sympathetic inquiries as to what had gone wrong, whereupon Lance, having first suggested to his late companion the advisability of immediate retirement to her couch, and bespoken Mrs. Stanton's kind services in the preparation of a cup of tea for each of the tired out wanderers, proceeded to give a succinct account of their day's adventure, the recital of which elicited frequent exclamations of wonder, alarm, and admiration, the latter being vastly increased when he produced his valuable specimens to which he had resolutely stuck through it all notwithstanding that their weight had proved a serious incumbrance to him during his swim. Now, he said in conclusion, the net result of the day's exploration amounts to this. We have discovered in mind of incalculable wealth. What are we to do in the matter? There is so much gold there in the cave, I mean, that a short period of resolute and well-directed labor will enable us to collect sufficient, not only to fully recoup the underwriters for their loss through the burning of the Gallatea, but also to make every individual among us enormously rich. Are we to let it lie there and trust to the future for an opportunity to come back and fetch it, or shall we make an effort now to collect what will suffice us and trust a chance for the opportunity to carry it off with us when we go? In answer to this, everybody declared at once, without hesitation, their opinion that an attempt ought to be made to collect and carry off the gold with them. Captain Stalton very sensibly remarking that if anything occurred to prevent the safe transport of their prize home, they could then organize an expedition for a second attempt. But that it would be folly to make a necessity of this if by some extra effort on their part the business could be managed without it. This point being settled, the next question to be decided was, how they were to set about the collection of the precious metal, for it was obvious that any attempt to absent themselves from their daily attendance at the shipyard would not only excite suspicion, but it might also provoke a very unpleasant manifestation of active hostility on Raleigh's part. Here Violet Dudley came to the rescue with a very practical suggestion. If you Lance, said she, can contrive to mark the two passages out of the great central cavern in such a manner that we women cannot possibly mistake one for the other and so go astray, we might perhaps be able to collect the gold and convey it to a suitable spot for removal. And when enough has been gathered, we can take our time about transporting it down here. In admirable suggestion Miss Dudley, said Captain Stalton, that effectually disposes of one part of the difficulty, but it will never do to bring the gold here. We could not possibly convey it on board the schooner without detection, even if we were quite sure of the success of our plan for making our escape in her. Do you think Evelyn, the pirates, have any knowledge of the existence of this cave of yours? I am pretty certain they have not, was the reply. There is no sign of any human foot having ever passed over the ground before our own. And it is so eminently well adapted for a place of concealment for their booty and indeed for themselves as well. In the event of the island ever being attacked, that I feel sure they would had they known of it, have stocked it with provisions and in other ways have prepared it as a place of refuge. It was only by the nearest accident that I discovered the spot today. And but for the fact that our search not only led us up to the head of the ravine, but also actually caused me to scale the face of the rock, it would have remained undiscovered still. A man might stand within 20 feet of the entrance without suspecting its existence. And unless he had occasion to scramble up the rock as I did, and in exactly the same place, he would never find it. Very well then, said Captain Stanton, what I propose is this. Since the ladies are kindly disposed to give them, we will thankfully accept their services to this extent. Let them collect the gold and convey it to the edge of the gulf or chasm which you so providentially escaped tumbling into today. Then we men must undertake the task of conveying it to the other side and stacking it up in a position from which we can easily remove it with the aid of a boat. If we succeed in securing the schooner, we shall simply have to call off the mouth of the cave and remove our booty in that way. Can anyone suggest anything better? No one could. It was therefore decided that the Skipper's proposal should be adopted, especially as it left them free to alter their plans at any time should circumstances seem to require it. This decision arrived at the party retired for the night. Most of them, it must be confessed to dream of the wonderful cave and the equally wonderful wealth of which they had been talking. The next day was spent by all hands, Dale included at the shipyard. This individual had ever since poor Bob's accident manifested a growing dissatisfaction with himself and an increasing amount of shame at the selfishness which caused him to live a life of idleness and comparative ease while every one of his companions, the ladies included were doing all they could to aid in maturing the great plan of escape. And now at last, shame at his unmanly conduct fairly overcame him. And on this particular morning, he startled everybody by putting in an appearance at the same time as the rest of the male portion of the party, saying in explanation that hence forward, he too should go daily to work as he was quite sure he could be of assistance. He was of course assured that he undoubtedly could be a very great use if he chose and there the matter ended. But a rather unpleasant feeling was excited when Raleigh, who was always promptly down at the beach to watch the departure of the working party, noticed and commented upon Dale's presence. Aha, my fine fellow, he remarked sneeringly. So you have made up your mind to go to work at last, have you? That is very well, Sire. You must surely have dreamed last night that I had my eye on you. You think perhaps I have not taken notice, but I have. And if you had not gone to work today, I should have said to you, look here, my good man. Suppose you not work, you not eat, and I should have stopped your allowance. But you are going to work, so now that is all right. It certainly served Dale right, but all the same it was a disagreeable sensation to the rest to feel that this sly Greek had been in all probability keeping a stealthy watch upon them and their movements. They inwardly resolved to be very much more circumspect in their goings out and in their coming in for the future. And they lost no time either in communicating this resolve to each other. All day long their thoughts were busy upon the subject of the gold mine. And by the time that they got back to the cottage that evening, each man had an idea in connection with it to communicate to the others. They were unanimous upon one point, which was that after Raleigh's remark to Dale in the morning, and the espionage, which it seemed to suggest, it would be most unwise for any of the male portion of the party to visit the cave during the day. Hence forward their visits there would have to be as few and far between as possible. And such visits as were unavoidable must be made during the night. With the women it would of course be different. They could now safely venture out every day, it was believed. And as the walk up the valley was the one which involved the least exertion, it would only appear natural that they should almost invariably take it. But in order to disarm suspicion in case anything of the kind happened to exist, it was deemed best that an occasional walk should be taken in some other direction until they could resume the road toward the ravine with the certainty that they had not been watched and followed. It was further agreed all round that the task of carrying the gold when collected over the most dangerous part of the path along the edge of the ravine was not to be thought of, especially as Captain Stanton had thought out a plan by which all danger might be completely avoided. His idea was exceedingly simple and consisted merely in the erection on each side of the chasm of a short stout pair of shears connected together at their heads by a good strong sound piece of rope, having rove upon it a thimble with a pair of clip hooks attached. The gold could then be put into a canvas bag suspended from the clip hooks and with the aid of a hauling line hauled easily enough across the chasm to the other side. These details agreed upon, they determined to proceed with their arrangements that same night. Accordingly, as soon as the evening meal was over, the men retired to their bunks for a few hours' sleep. All that is to say except Dale, who, quite unaccustomed to bodily labor, felt thoroughly exhausted with his day's work and was therefore readily excused. He volunteered, however, to remain up on watch until all the lights in the pirate's quarter were extinguished, and then to take a good look round the settlement and call the others when all was quiet, arrayed upon the Capson House being the first thing necessary to enable them to carry out their plans successfully. The pirates, working hard all day in the open air, were, as a rule, tolerably early birds. And by eleven o'clock that night, the place was wrapped in darkness and repose, having thoroughly satisfied himself that this was the case and that the coast was quite clear for his comrades, Dale roused the ladder and then tumbled into his own berth with the comforting reflection that he had at last taken the right course and done something to regain that respect from his companions, which he was beginning to be acutely conscious of having forfeited. Five minutes later, four forms might have been seen, had anyone been on the lookout, stealing quietly across the open space between Stanton Cottage and the Capson House. Fortunately, no one was on the lookout and they reached the building undiscovered, ascended the ladder and found themselves standing in the thick darkness which enshrouded the long, loft-like apartment. Here Lance promptly produced his box of matches and, on striking a light, they were fortunate enough to discover hanging to a nail near the door, a lantern ready trimmed. This day at once lighted and carefully masking it proceeded to rummage the place for such things as would be likely to prove useful to them. The place was almost like a museum in the variety of its contents and they were not long in confiscating a dozen fathoms of three-inch rope, the remains of a coil of rat-line, a small ball of spun yarn for seasons, a sledgehammer, an axe apiece, a marlin spike, a few long spike nails, which Lance decided would be capital tools for the ladies to use in picking out the nuggets, and a few other trifling matters. Then, hanging the lantern upon its nail once more, they extinguished it and made the best of their way down the ladder again. A pause of a minute or so to look round and assure themselves that no midnight prowler was in their vicinity and they set off at a brisk pace up the valley, lighted on their way by the clear, soft effulgence of the star-studded sky. They were not long in reaching the shelter of the dense wood at the head of the valley and once fairly through it, they laid down the bulk of their booty where they could easily find it again and returning to the wood, selected a couple of young pines which they quickly felled. The branches were soon lopped off after which they cut from the tall slender trunks four spars about 10 feet in length to serve for shears. Shouldering these, they sought out the remainder of their belongings and, by this time pretty heavily loaded, continued their way into and up the ravine, arriving at last under Lance's guidance at the great rock which veiled the entrance to the cavern. Lance and Brooke at once scrambled up to the narrow ledge before the entrance, taking with them the rat line and such other small matters as they could carry. While Captain Stanton and Rex remained below to bend on and send up the remainder, many hands, especially if they'd be willing, make light work and a quarter of an hour suffice to transfer everything themselves included to the ledge. Torches, chopped out of the remainder of the pines were then lighted and once more loading up their possessions, they plunged boldly into the cavern, Lance as pilot leading the way. In about half an hour, they found themselves standing in the great central hall or cavern which, lighted up as it now was by the glare of four flaming torches, looked more bewilderingly beautiful than ever. A hurried glance round was, however, all that they would now spare themselves time to take and then they at once set vigorously to work. The first thing necessary was to mark in a legible manner and in such a way that the mark could be identified in the darkness if need be, the inner extremity of the passage through which they had just passed. Rex and Brooke undertook to do this and as they had already agreed what the mark should be, these two began with the aid of the sledgehammer and a spike to chip in the face of the rock, a circular depression on the right hand side of the passage, at a height of about three feet from the ground so that it could easily be found and identified in the dark by a mere touch of the hand. Leaving these two busily employed, Lance and Captain Stanton hurried away in search of the other passage. They soon found an opening which proved to be the right one, though a third was afterwards found to exist further along the circular wall of the cavern. The second, however, was the passage they wanted for ongoing a short distance into it, Lance's and Blanche's footprints were distinctly traceable in a thin coating of fine dust, which was met with. The identity of the passage being thus established, it was marked in a similar way to the other but with a cross instead of a circle. The marking of the two passages proved to be a long and tedious job owing to the hardness of the rock and the imperfect character of the tools, but it was done at last, and then they set out to execute the real task of their journey, namely the erection of the shears. Now that they had lights, the journey along the second passage to the spot where the shears were to be erected was accomplished in a trifle less than an hour. But a shutter ran through them all as following the footprints, they saw that Blanche had twice or thrice walked for several yards on the extreme verge of the yawning chasm without being aware of it. And when at last they came to the narrowest part of the path that which Blanche had traversed blindfold, they felt their very hair rising as they craned over the edge and heard the pebbles they threw in go bounding down until the sound of their ultimate splash in the water was so faint as to be hardly distinguishable. It was nervous work, the passage along that narrow ledge, but it had to be done and they did it, hauling the poles across afterwards with the aid of the rope. And this part of the work successfully accomplished, the rest was not long in the doing. Another hour saw both pairs of shears erect, properly stayed, and the three inch rope bridge strained across with the clip hooks and hauling line attached. And in short, everything ready for the commencement of operations. The axes and other matters were then taken back to the great central chamber where they were left for future use. And the party made the best of their way into the open air and thence homeward, arriving finally at Stanton Cottage about an hour before the great bell rang the summons for all hands to come forth to another day's labor. End of chapter 16.