A THRILLING ENCOUNTER
Returning to the yacht first for the captain to get aboard, Jack and
Percival then took the boat and went to the outer bay on a little
exploring trip of their own, the rest not caring to make any more
explorations at that time.
The boys guided the boat along shore not too near the rocks, both keeping
watch for any nook which might prove of interest or afford an opportunity
for an adventure of any sort.
There was a short, keen-bladed hatchet to cut their way through the
thicket if necessary when they went ashore, and Percival had a rifle with
which to shoot any game they might come across, both being placed on one
of the forward thwarts.
Jack was provided with his pocket flashlight in case they went into dark
places, and Dick had a revolver in his pocket, declaring that this might
be of as much use as the torch in case they came to close quarters with an
enemy, no matter of what sort.
As they were rowing at a lazy rate, keeping up a slow, even stroke, Jack,
who was keeping a lookout on the shore and steering at the same time,
suddenly said, looking toward a mass of rocks which they had just come
abreast:
"There looks to be a sort of cave in there, Dick. At any rate, there is a
hole which seems to run in to some little distance. Suppose we explore it
and see how far we can go."
"I'm in for anything that you are, Jack," replied Dick.
"All right, pull ahead, not too fast, and we'll have a look at the place."
"Pull ahead it is, Jack."
Jack was in the bow and he now steered the boat toward the opening in the
rocks, which was quite big enough for them to enter, and they went on at a
slow, steady gait, presently gliding into the water cave, for such it
seemed, with plenty of room above and on both sides.
Jack turned his head now and then to see how they were progressing and if
there were any obstructions in the way, and presently said:
"A little slower, Dick. It is getting darker in here now and I do not want
to run into anything."
"Slower it is, Jack. It would not be any fun to stave a hole in the bottom
of the boat. It doesn't belong to us."
"That would be reason enough for not daring, with some persons," said Jack
with a low laugh. "They will take care of their own things, but are
careless with those belonging to others."
"The woods are full of such, Jack."
Jack rowed with one hand, drawing in his other oar so that it might not
strike the rocks in case the passage narrowed, and then got out his pocket
flash and shot a strong ray ahead of him.
"Good gracious! what's that?" suddenly exclaimed Percival in accents of
terror. "Back water, Jack, for heaven's sake!"
"What is it, Dick?" asked Jack, turning his head and sending the light
directly in front of him. "I don't see anything."
"It's gone, Jack, or the light does not strike it now, but it was
something awful. It fairly gave me the creeps to look at it."
"But what was it, Dick?" and Jack slowly turned the light this way and
that so as to get a sight at the object which had so terrified Percival.
"I don't know. It had two awful eyes and a beak and a lot of legs, or
arms, or whatever they were, and a fat body which--there it is, Jack!"
Jack saw it and shuddered.
"It's a devil fish, an octopus, Dick," he muttered, turning the light now
full upon the grisly object squatting on a rock at the farther end of the
water cave and glaring balefully at the boys through his blood-red eyes,
like some demon of the deep, the very mention of which might send terror
to the bravest hearts.
"We'd better get out quick, Jack!" gasped Percival. "If that fellow----"
What he might have said was cut short by a sudden splash in the water
which caused the boat to rock violently and dashed the spray in their
faces.
Then there was a whip-like sound and Jack felt himself struck by something
which quickly wound itself about one arm and a part of his body and
swiftly pulled him out of the boat.
He dropped his flashlight, but as he left the boat his free arm swung out
and his hand touched something which he seized in an instant.
It was the short hatchet on the thwart and he had seized it by the helve,
well up toward the top.
With the swiftness of thought itself he realized what had happened.
The octopus had wound one of its tentacles about his arm and body and,
clinging to them with a tenacity which he could not overcome, had pulled
him out of the boat.
Percival gave a scream of fright as Jack went overboard, although he was
usually a very self-contained young fellow and not apt to give way to
hysterical outbreaks.
It was dark in the cave, but he quickly groped for the torch which Jack
had dropped, and cried out:
"Where are you, Jack? What has happened?"
Jack went under water and felt himself being drawn toward the end of the
water cave where he had seen the octopus squatting on the rock.
His thoughts flew like lightning and, being a resourceful boy, he
instantly decided what to do.
He had kept his breath from a natural instinct and now with his free arm
he dealt a swinging blow with the little axe in a direction which would
not cause him to injure himself but might strike the clinging tentacle.
His one hope was that another of the flying arms might not reach him and
secure his other arm, which fortunately was his right.
He suddenly felt a resistance and realized that he had struck something
and hoped that it might be the tentacle of the octopus.
In another moment he felt the pressure on his arm and body relax and then
realized that something had fallen from them.
He struck out vigorously with both arms, the pressure upon his lungs from
having held his breath so long beginning to be unbearable.
Then he felt his right arm seized, the suckers on the tentacle pressing
strong upon his muscles and seeming to draw the blood even under his
clothing, and he knew that the baleful creature had again gotten a hold
upon him.
He was able to clutch the hatchet in his left hand as the power gave out
in his right, and at that moment he arose to the surface and drew a
succession of deep breaths before another of those terrible arms seized
him by the leg and drew him again under water.
In another instant, as he struck wildly at the eldritch creature that held
him and felt the tension on his arm relax, everything became suddenly
black.
The octopus had resorted to one of its natural tricks and had ejected a
dense black fluid into the water which made it impossible for him to see
anything.
The creature was drawing him toward some hole in the cave, probably under
water, and he realized most poignantly that something must be done shortly
or he would be sacrificed to the pitiless water devil.
He felt himself rising and in a moment, when he most needed it, was able
to get his breath.
The devil fish, even with the loss of two of its arms, was still powerful
enough to make all his efforts futile, and he felt himself being drawn
into some recess beyond where he had first seen the octopus squatting on
the rock and glaring at them with its horrible eyes.
Percival, having found Jack's electric torch and searching the cave below
and above water for a sign of his friend, suddenly saw the devil fish rise
to the ledge where he had first seen it.
Jack was now caught in two of its remaining arms and was being drawn
toward some deep recess whence there would be no rescuing him.
Transferring the light to his left hand, Percival whipped out the revolver
from his hip pocket with his right and took rapid aim.
"I'm afraid it will be like trying to pierce an elephant's hide," he
muttered, "but I'm going to try it for all that."
Luckily he caught sight of the creature's eyes at the moment and took aim
straight for one of them.
Jack was being drawn toward the horrible beak and the sight nearly
unnerved Dick.
Fortunately he had aimed and pressed the trigger before he saw this
ghastly sight.
He fired three or four shots in quick succession and then heard the sound
of a plunge in the water.
Jamming his torch into the clutch of one of the tholepins, he seized the
rifle and shot a quick glance ahead of him.
Jack was not to be seen, but he did see the octopus writhing and waving
its frightful arms on the ledge.
"Where are you, Jack?" he shouted.
"All right!" cried Jack himself, rising just alongside the boat and
holding on to the gunwale with one hand.
"I'll finish that demon before he can do any more mischief!" hissed Dick.
It was Jack falling into the water that had caused the plunge he had heard
and not the return of the octopus to its element.
Now, taking quick but careful aim, Percival fired half a dozen shots from
the repeating rifle he had seized and with deadly effect.
The revolver shots had wounded the octopus, but not fatally, and he might
at any moment plunge into the water and seize Jack.
The heavier caliber weapon did the work.
As Jack climbed into the boat there was a great plunge into the water
which caused the light craft to rock again and the spray to fly.
"That settles him!" gasped Percival, and then he dropped his weapon and
drew Jack into the boat, where he promptly sank limp and helpless under
the thwarts, all his strength having seemingly left him.
"All right, Jack?" asked Percival.
"Yes, but get away," answered Jack feebly.
Percival was not slow to obey the injunction.
Seizing the oars, he quickly backed water and then turned the head of the
boat toward the entrance of the cave, whence he shortly saw the light
streaming in as he pulled a quick, powerful stroke.
"I'm glad that's over!" he said with a sigh of deep relief as he neared
the opening. "No more exploring queer places like this again!"
When he was outside the cave he rested on his oars and said:
"You are all right again, Jack?"
"Yes," said Jack, getting up and seating himself on a thwart, "but I don't
want another such an experience. I feel as if all the blood had been drawn
out of me by that horrible thing in there."
Out in the bright sunlight, away from the gruesome cave and its dreadful
tenant, Jack seemed to recover his spirits quickly, however, and he
presently took one of the oars and then another, and said:
"It's all right, Dick. We are away from the horrible thing and I thank
heaven I am still alive to tell of it. Let us go somewhere else."
"Right you are, I will," echoed Percival heartily. "If I had had any idea
that there was such a thing in that place you could not have hired me to
go into it or to have let you ventured there. I am glad enough that I was
around to be of assistance."
"So am I, Dick, but suppose we say no more about it. I hate to even think
of the horrible object and I only hope that I will not dream of it these
nights."
Then the boys rowed swiftly away from the place where they had had such a
thrilling encounter and never once looked back at it.