CHAPTER XXXIV

WE AGAIN EXPLORE THE CAVES

During the two days which followed the making of our compact with

Captain Montbar we were busy with our preparations for a second visit

to the place of the painted hands, where we knew that gold was to be

obtained for those who had the courage to carry it away. This time we

sailed round, so that we were saved the journey over the cliffs. We had

caused to be made for Hartog, Janstins, and me dresses of sail-cloth,

with masks like those worn by Inquisitors, the eye-holes being filled

with glass. The sleeves of the jacket were made long, so as to cover

our hands. Our sea boots and breeches we knew to be impervious to

hornet stings, and, thus equipped, we hoped to succeed in carrying away

the treasure which the Lamakera fishermen had abandoned.

We took the smallest of our ship's boats, in which we rowed ashore,

and, leaving the crew at the entrance to the caves, we three, as

silently as possible, propelled the boat along the stream into the

interior. As we progressed we met with evidences of our former visit.

Lumps of stalactites lay where they had fallen when shaken from the

vaulted roof by the discharge of our firearms. The body of the lad

Bruno was also to be seen, half submerged, in the water of the stream.

Close to the body was the heap of gold dust, and this we began to load

into our boat, making as little noise as possible lest we should

disturb the hornets from their nests.

We worked rapidly, and in less than an hour we had filled the boat with

as much as she could carry of the heavy sand, nearly all of which was

gold dust, when a humming warned us of the approach of the hornets. We

had brought with us but a single torch, so as to avoid the light which

we knew would attract the swarm of venomous insects, as also the bats

and flying creatures which had made their home in these wonderful

caverns; but the solitary gleam, in so much darkness, seemed to burn

with the brightness of a conflagration. The smoke, also, from our

torch, ascending into the vaulted roof of the cavern, was beginning to

disturb the weird dwellers from their gloomy abode, and already

ghostly, bat-like forms began to fill the air space above our heads. It

was time to leave, and, reluctantly, we began to push the boat toward

the mouth of the cave, promising ourselves to return next day for more

of the precious stuff; of which there appeared to be an inexhaustible

supply. As we neared the entrance to the cave, however, we were

startled to observe a peril which had hitherto escaped our notice.

Poised over the arch of the narrow passage was a mass of rock so finely

balanced that it seemed to be held in its place by the weight of a

number of bat-like creatures clustering at one of its angles. As we

approached, these bats, startled by the light of our torch, began, one

or two at a time, to rise from their resting place, causing the rock to

topple toward us. Thus we stood in danger of being crushed by the mass

should it fall as we passed the entrance, or, worse still, if it fell

before we escaped into the cave beyond, we might find ourselves

entombed alive in this dreadful place, to become a prey to the horrors

of which we had had previous experience.

"Forward!" roared Hartog, and, putting forth his great strength, he

began to propel the boat, heavily laden as she was, at a rapid pace

toward the entrance of the cavern. With our hearts in our throats,

Janstins and I came to his assistance, and, pushing frantically

together, we drove the boat through the entrance just as the bats, in a

body, rose from the balancing rock, which, relieved of their weight,

fell with a crash, effectually blocking the path into the cave.

Fortunately we were on the right side of the obstacle, and our way was

open to the sea, but a moment's hesitation would have consigned us to a

lingering death, which, I am not ashamed to say, I shuddered to

contemplate.

We now took off the canvas jackets and masks we had worn as a

protection against stings from the hornets, and, without further

mishap, conveyed the sand we had brought away with us on board our

ship, from which we washed six buckets full of gold dust. Each

bucketful we reckoned, by weight, to be worth twenty thousand English

pounds, so that we had ransom to pay Montbar for salvaging our vessel,

besides retaining enough to make us all rich men.

Our crew, who had now become obedient to Hartog's authority, were

desirous to continue the search of the cavern, in the hope of obtaining

more of the precious metal, but on being taken to the entrance to the

caves, it was found that an impassable barrier of rock stood between

them and their desire for boundless wealth. They were, therefore,

compelled to be satisfied with a share in the gold we had already won.

And here it may be observed how wise are the ways of Providence and how

watchful appeared to be the good genius who followed our destiny. Had

limitless wealth been suddenly showered upon us, what evil consequences

might have followed? Man is, after all, but an avaricious creature, who

requires the discipline of necessity to restrain his covetous nature.

The prospect of gold-getting would probably have undermined Hartog's

authority, and would most likely have ended in disaster for us all. As

it was, we had enough, but not more than enough, and the discipline of

our ship, so necessary to our common safety, was maintained.

We paid Montbar, according to our agreement, gold to the value of sixty

thousand English pounds, that being half the value of the gold

obtained, with which he expressed himself well satisfied.

"Honesty is, after all, the best policy," he said. "Had I not restored

to you your ship I would have missed this treasure, that will well

repay me for my long voyage, which I had before thought profitless. I

regret your decision not to accompany me to the West Indies, but since

you have paid your ransom you are free to go whithersoever your fancy

may lead you, without let or hindrance."

We thanked Montbar, although I could not help smiling at the tribute

which he paid to honesty when I remembered that the lockers in his

cabins were crammed with the loot which he had taken as a freebooter

upon the seas.

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