PREPARING THE BEACONS.
After leaving the sentinel on duty Bob and Joe walked around the shore
at a rapid pace, for it was their purpose to explore the island while
searching for food and wreckage; and since it would be almost dangerous
to remain on the open beach after the sun was high in the heavens, there
was really but a few hours during which their investigations could be
pursued.
As a matter of course they were eager to get some definite idea of where
the Bonita had been stranded in order to know at which point the
wreckage would be likely to come ashore, and this information was soon
gained. After a brisk walk of half an hour the searchers were at the
most northerly end of the key, and directly before them, not more than
half a mile from the beach, in a westerly direction, was the wreck.
The gale which had driven the Sea Bird ashore had torn and riven the
ill-fated brig until she was little more than a shapeless mass of
timbers, and then thrown her high up on the sands, where she presented a
mournful-looking spectacle. In every direction could be seen casks,
spars, cordage and splintered timbers, some half-buried on the beach,
while others dotted the shoals along the west side of the key.
"It will be a good week's work to overhaul all that stuff," Joe said
after the two had surveyed the scene of desolation several moments in
silence. "There is plenty of material with which to make a flare in case
it should be needed."
"That's what we'd better prepare fer before doin' anything else," Bob
replied. "Those casks are full of alcohol, an' by rollin' half a dozen
to different points along the shore from here to where we left Walter, I
reckon we can make sich a show of fireworks that none but a blind crew
could get past without seein' us."
"I'm beginning to think vessels don't come this way. We shouldn't have
seen a single one since we've been here if that schooner hadn't put in
for the express purpose of capturing those men."
"Don't get sich an idee into your head, lad," the old sailor said
cheerily. "We're right in the track of traders an' steamers; but this is
the wrong season of the year. A month from now you'll see two or three a
week."
"That's a long while to wait on short allowance."
"It's way ahead of how we might 'a' been fixed. Now, instead of moonin'
'bout what can't be helped, s'pose we get the casks where they can be
used when the right time comes."
Joe's depression was but momentary. He understood quite as well as did
his companion the evils of giving way to dismal thoughts when so much
depended upon their own efforts, and without further words the task was
begun.
To roll the heavy casks over the loose sand was fatiguing, and when the
sun climbed so high that the heat became almost unbearable, only three
of the barrels were in position. The first of these was at the most
northerly point of the island; another had been set on end beyond reach
of the tide, two hundred yards south, and the last was about the same
distance down the shore.
These could be made ready for lighting in a few seconds, since it was
proposed only to knock in the heads, pour out half the contents to
prevent the possibility of an explosion, and set fire to the remainder.
"By rollin' thirty or forty casks beyond high-water mark we shall have
plenty of fuel in case the first attempt is a failure!" Bob said as they
walked down the beach to where Walter was on watch. "There won't be any
change in the weather for a week or more, an' in that time we can gather
a good stock of alcohol."
When Bob and Joe arrived at the point there was little need of asking if
the sentinel had sighted anything resembling a sail, for while working
they were able to gain even a more extended view than he, and not so
much as a sea-gull's wing could be seen.
Jim and Harry were with Walter, they having accomplished their task in
the most satisfactory manner.
"It didn't take ten minutes to catch all we can eat between now an'
mornin'!" Jim said in reply to Joe's question. "If the Mary Walker was
here she could get a full fare in half a day, for the fish bite like
mackerel. Jes' say the word an' I'll roast some now, so we sha'n't have
to walk back to the tent."
"Go ahead, lad; an' after the sun gets a little lower we'll take you an'
Harry up the beach, where there's considerable work to be done."
Anticipating that his proposition would be accepted, Jim had made ready
for the culinary operations to the extent of collecting a goodly supply
of fuel, and in less than an hour the little party were feasting on fish
roasted in leaves among the hot ashes.
Until about three o'clock they remained within shelter of the foliage
near the sea enjoying the siesta, even though their condition was well
calculated to dishearten the most sanguine, and then Bob proposed that
they continue the work of preparing beacons.
In this labor the two boys could accomplish quite as much as Bob and
Joe, and half an hour before sunset ten casks were in the desired
positions. Now it would be possible in a very short time to send up such
a volume of flame as would illumine all that portion of the coast, and
from a craft within ten miles of the key it could readily be seen.
"We can reckon on leavin' this place aboard the first vessel that heaves
in sight," Bob said in a tone of satisfaction as they walked leisurely
along the shore of the harbor toward the camp. "Of course it wouldn't
do any good to stand watch after dark; but some one must be on the point
every hour of daylight, an' the boys can divide that work to suit
themselves."
It would not be the most cheerful task, this remaining alone on the
shore gazing out over the restless ocean; but only through such work was
there a probable chance of rescue, and the discomfort or weariness did
not have so much as a place in their thoughts.
The preparations for attracting attention had caused the boys to believe
their time of imprisonment was rapidly drawing to a close. Bob's
positive statement that the chain of flares could not fail of being seen
caused them to appear like the first real step taken toward home, and
the thought of the pirates' treasure came uppermost in the minds of all.
"Why not begin work on it to-morrow?" Jim asked, when Bob referred to
the task as one easy of accomplishment. "Harry an' I can catch fish
enough in half an hour to last a week, an' if we wait too long another
storm may break up the hull so that the gold can't be found."
"I reckon we've got little to fear from storms yet awhile," Bob replied
carelessly. "This weather is likely to hold for a week or more."
"That may be," Joe said; "and then, again, it's possible for you to be
mistaken. I think as Jim does--that we ought to save it while there's a
chance. If this weather holds, the casks of alcohol will stay where
they are, and it is as well to let that portion of the work wait as
delay the other and more important."
"I'm agreeable to anything, only I didn't feel as if there was a great
call to be in a hurry, 'cause it would have to be a roarin' old gale
that could do much damage to the hulk;" and Bob looked across the harbor
to the narrow line of charcoal and blackened timbers which might be seen
just above the surface of the water. "If things are as I think, it won't
be a long job, an' we can finish it up in one day."
"Then what's the use of wasting time? If a vessel puts in here we would
be ready to leave at once; and her crew might think themselves entitled
to a good slice of the money if they helped us get it out of the wreck."
The boys agreed perfectly with Joe, and since Bob had no objections to
the plan, it was decided that the work should be begun on the following
morning.
The little party were in the tent by the time this decision was arrived
at; and the shelter had been gained none too soon, for the gloom of
another night had already settled down over the key. Although all hands
were tired no one cared to go to sleep just then because of the
excitement caused by mention of the treasure, and a small fire was built
for the double purpose of driving away mosquitoes and lending a more
cheerful aspect to the encampment.
While Bob and Joe discussed plans for the next morning's work the boys
listened intently, and it was not until a very late hour in the night
that any one thought of retiring. Then the old sailor said gruffly, as
if some peremptory command of his had been disobeyed:
"Don't you ever mean to turn in, or must I lay every blessed son of you
away? All hands want to become divers; but unless we get some sleep
before mornin' there won't be much work done!"
"I s'pose we can keep awake as long as the skipper does," Jim said
laughingly; and for reply Bob picked him up bodily and threw him on one
of the mattresses, with strict injunctions to "snore in five minutes or
expect a taste of the rope's-end."
Never since the day when the Bonita ran away with the crew of the Sally
Walker had the boys been so cheerful, and this enviable frame of mind
was brought about by the preparations made for signaling a vessel. They
were not one whit nearer being rescued; but yet it seemed as if the time
for leaving the key was already very close at hand.
"If ten casks of alcohol can make this crowd feel so good we'd better
end-up about a hundred to-morrow," Joe said as the camp-fire was
extinguished and all hands crept under the canvas.
"It seems as if we were going to see home at last," Harry replied. "Bob
says we are certain of being sighted by the first crew that passes, and
in that case it isn't likely we shall have to stay here much longer."
"You can take my word for it, lad, that before another week goes by we
shall be on our way either to the States or Nassau; so go to sleep, for
I reckon on callin' all hands mighty early in the mornin'."
It was not so easy for the boys to close their eyes in slumber owing to
the unusual excitement; but they did finally succeed, and when Bob
shouted "All hands on deck!" just as the sun showed his glowing face
above the waters once more, every member of the party leaped to his feet
ready for the day's work.
Their toilets were soon made by a hurried plunge into the sea, and a not
very pleasant "rub-down" with a piece of canvas--which does not make a
satisfactory towel--and then, while Jim prepared breakfast from the
limited material at his command, Bob went out to the point for his
regular morning's survey of the surrounding waters.
"There's nothin' in sight," he reported on his return in obedience to
the cook's summons; "but we mustn't get discouraged if a craft don't
show up for a week. Walter is to go on guard as soon as he gets
breakfast, an' one of you boys can spell him toward noon."
The toasted pork and ship's-biscuit was not so inviting as to induce any
of the party to linger very long over the meal, and in a few moments
after the old sailor's return all hands were ready to begin the work
which would settle the question as to whether the treasure could be
recovered, or if it had been found only to be lost forever.