We Arrive at the Hiding-place of the Treasure
Having gained the crest of the hill that terminated in the headland
where I had met with my adventures in the cave, we descended by a
gradually sloping path that followed closely to the coast. On our
left the ground rose in uneven terraces, covered with thick,
tropical vegetation; while on the right I could see the shoals
whither I had been carried by the ebb tide.
At a distance of about six miles from the stockade we reached the
north-eastern extremity of the island, where, owing to the hilly
nature of the ground, we had to follow a course that resembled three
sides of a square. Thence, proceeding due west, and still following
the coast line, we arrived at the place where the master gunner had
successfully ambushed the retreating buccaneers.
Here we found the termination of a well-defined path that had been
made by the rascally pirates during their occupation of the island.
This path, we now knew, made a junction with another track from the
buccaneers' settlement, and, proceeding in an almost southerly
direction, led to a small cove on the south side of the island.
The character of the scenery changed at this place, for the path
plunged into a defile, the side of which showed traces of volcanic
agency. Yet, though it was uphill for nearly four miles, the
gradients of the road offered no great difficulty.
We harnessed four men to the traces of the wheelbarrows, but our
rate of progress was so slow that 'twas close on sunset ere we
arrived at the clearing where the path through the forest cut across
the path we were pursuing. Here Captain Jeremy decided to pitch a
camp, so as to be fresh for the next day's work.
Accordingly, the men cut down bushes to form a shelter from the
night dews, and a huge bonfire was lighted, for the air during the
hours of darkness was decidedly cool. Then, after we had partaken
of supper, we turned in and slept, save those who were set on guard.
The night passed without interruption, as Captain Jeremy had
expected, since, even had Slater and his villainous crew been
anywhere near, 'tis unlikely that they would have made any attempt
to molest us ere we had found the treasure.
"My lads," exclaimed Captain Jeremy, as we prepared to resume our
march, the barrows being left in reserve at the place where we had
camped, "for the next two miles we will have to cut our way, taking
our direction by the compass. Now, lest you think that our first
attempt was an utter failure, let me say that I took that
opportunity of verifying my bearings, having made allowance for the
difference and variation 'twixt the present time and when last I
made the journey to where the treasure lies. If in six miles I have
hit my former track, shall we miss in two miles more? I think not;
so take heart, men, and may success reward our efforts!"
Having carefully indicated the required direction by placing two
stakes in a line with the magnetic bearing, Captain Jeremy gave the
word for the men to proceed, and, wielding their hatchets with a
will, they began to cut the path that was to extend two miles in a
straight line; for the track cut by Captain Jeremy years ago was now
almost totally obliterated, though we had found traces of it in the
swamps.
The ground, hitherto swampy in the direct route 'twixt us and the
stockade (for which reason we had made a wide detour), now became
firm, standing high and continually rising towards the dip in the
saddle-shaped hill that we had seen on our first approach to the
island.
The men, working in relays, were instructed to hew a path wide
enough for two people to walk abreast, and, keeping in a straight
line with the portion they had already cut, our rate of progression
was about a furlong an hour.
For two hours not a sound was heard save the dull swish of the axes
as they sheared through the sap-laden canes and brushwood.
Suddenly one of the men gave an exclamation of surprise, and,
dropping his axe, seized on a strange object and with a heave
wrenched it from the ground. It was an arquebus, apparently of
sixteenth-century workmanship, its barrel nearly rusted through, and
its stock so worm-eaten that it crumbled in his grasp.
This was the first token we had seen which related to our quest, and
with renewed efforts our men again attacked the impeding mass of
vegetation.
When at length the path had been constructed to a distance of about
two miles, our hopes and fears increased. How could the exact spot
be fixed in that wilderness? Had Captain Jeremy some particular
clue, the result of which he kept locked in his breast till the
fateful moment? A glance at our leader's resolute face was
sufficient. He, at all events, was satisfied with the progress made.
"A man with a mattock!" he exclaimed; and as a seaman ran forward
with the required article, he gave the order, "Dig here".
A few heavy strokes, and the implement struck a blackish stratum of
soil. Picking up a handful, Captain Jeremy sniffed at it; but even
where I was standing I recognized the odour. It smelt of pitch.
"We are hard on the place," the Captain exclaimed; "another twenty
yards, lads!"
At length, with an exclamation of triumph, one of the men pushed
aside the reeds, and disclosed a scene the like of which I had never
seen before. For a space of nearly a hundred yards across, the
ground was destitute of verdure, being composed of a bituminous
soil. On all sides, save the one by which we had approached, were
lofty black rocks, grotesquely shaped as if carved by the hand of
man; while facing us was a pinnacle that resembled a human face in
profile, about thirty feet in height. A more repulsive caricature
could not be imagined. The thick, protruding upper lip, the
overhanging eyebrows, and the diabolical grin--'twas the very image
in stone of the villainous Ned Slater.
"Where--where?" exclaimed Captain Jeremy, gripping his pistols, for
I had unconsciously uttered the miscreant's name.
"Nay," I replied, "not Ned Slater in the flesh, but his features
carved in stone. Look at yon rock!"
"Sink me!" muttered the astonished Captain. "Oft have I seen this
rock, but never till now have I noticed this resemblance, yet 'tis
passing strange."
"Is this the work of man?" I asked of him, as the seamen crowded
into the open space and gazed amazedly at the hideous shape.
"'Tis hard to believe it is the hand of Nature," replied Captain
Jeremy. "I have seen the like in the temples of the ancient
Mexicans, save that here are no traces of the sculptor's tools. I
believe 'tis a strange freak of fire, for all around can be seen
distinct evidences of volcanic action. This floor is formed of dried
pitch, of a like nature to the lake of pitch in the Isle of
Trinidad. But we are not here for the purpose of debating upon the
origin of these rocks."
So saying, he strode forward across the open space, and we followed
in a body, our boots ringing on the hard surface 'neath our feet.
Then I saw that the image of the man's head was on one side of the
rock only; on the other the outlines were roughly continued in
horizontal lines along the face of a cliff, till the continuity was
broken by a projecting rock that resembled the gargoyles one sees on
the towers of cathedrals and churches in England.
Having stopped at the spot where the chin of the human-like profile
touched the ground, Captain Jeremy measured off seven paces along
the base of the cliff. Here, as far as one could judge, the rock
presented an unbroken wall, so our amazement was unbounded when the
seamen were ordered to attack the cliff with their mattocks.
Almost at the first blow there was a sudden fall of stones, and when
the dust had cleared away a dark, yawning cavity was disclosed,
while 'twas now evident that a wall had been built up and carefully
concealed with a kind of dark plaster, so that it resembled the rest
of the rock.
"Steady, men!" warned the Captain, as several of the seamen prepared
to scramble over the rubbish into the sombre cavity, "the air may be
poisonous."
Directing a number of the men to cut down some pine saplings, so as
to make torches, Captain Jeremy called for flint and steel.
"Be careful of the tow," he cautioned. "A chance spark in this
pitch-steeped place might be the death of all of us. Once within the
cave, there will be no further danger from fire. Stand by, some of
you, with a barrico, and douche every spark that falls."
One of the improvised torches was quickly in a blaze, and,
describing a graceful curve as it was hurled into the cavern, it
struck the floor, sending out a shower of sparks on the impact.
For a full minute the flame burnt steadily. The air was free from
noxious gases.
"Five men will be sufficient at first," exclaimed Captain Jeremy.
"You, too, Master Clifford. Follow me."
And stepping over the dislodged rubble, he entered the cave.