PLANS AND DEVICES.
To say that the boys were shocked and distressed by their new mishap, is
very feebly to express their state of mind. There was consternation in
the camp, from which Jack alone partially escaped. Jack had an
uncommonly cool head. In ordinary circumstances there was nothing
whatever to distinguish him from other boys. He rushed into difficulties
as recklessly as anybody--as he did on the first day when he tried to
use the cast net,--and joined in all sports and boyish enterprises with
as little thought as boys usually show. But in real difficulty Jack
Farnsworth was seen in a new light. He was calm, thoughtful, resolute,
and full of resource. Ned had his first hint of this during that last
voyage of the _Red Bird_, and as their difficulties multiplied both Ned
and Charley learned to look upon Jack as their leader. They turned to
him now precisely as if he had been much older than themselves, and
asked:
"What on earth are we to do, Jack?"
"First of all," Jack replied, "we are to keep perfectly cool. Excitement
will not only keep us from doing the best that we can, but it will
weaken us and unfit us for work, even if it doesn't bring on actual
sickness, which it may do. Care killed a cat, you know. We positively
must not get excited. After all, what occasion for uneasiness is there?
We are pretty genuine Crusoes now, but we can stand that. We are
literally wrecked upon a deserted island. We have lost our boat and our
boots, our hats, our gun and our supply of provisions, and so we are not
quite so well situated as Robinson Crusoe was; but on the other hand
we're not going to stay here year after year as he did, and besides
there are three of us to keep each other company."
"Well, company's good, of course," said Charley Black, "but I'm not so
sure on the other points."
"How do you mean?" asked Ned.
"I'm not so sure about our getting away sooner than Crusoe did. I don't
see how we're to get away at all for that matter, but may be somebody
will rescue us after twenty-eight years or so."
"Well, if they do," said Ned, "won't it be jolly fun to go back to
school then, with long whiskers, and make old Bingham take us through
the rest of Cæsar!"
Ned was naturally buoyant in spirits, and the spice of difficulty and
danger in their situation had now begun to stimulate his gayety instead
of depressing him. He was of too hopeful a nature to believe that their
enforced stay upon the island was likely to be very greatly prolonged,
although, if put to the proof, he had no more notion than Charley Black
had, of a possible means of escape.
"Yes," answered Jack Farnsworth, "and after that length of time we'll
have a lot of things to learn besides Latin. We'll have to study
geography all over again to find out how many States there are in the
Union, and whether France has swallowed Germany, or Russia has conquered
England and moved her capital to London. Then, again, Ned, your science
will be out of date, and you won't dare to mention oxygen even, for fear
that somebody has found long ago that there isn't any such thing as
oxygen. We'll be regular Rip Van Winkles. Who knows? Perhaps we shall
find the United States turned into an empire, and steam-engines
forgotten, and electricity, or something that we've never heard of,
doing the world's work. On the whole, I think if we stay here
twenty-eight years, it will be better not to leave the island at all."
The banter between Ned and Jack was kept up in this way for some time,
Ned talking for fun merely, while Jack talked for the purpose of
overcoming poor Charley's evident depression of spirits. Finally Jack
said:
"But we're not going to be Rip Van Winkles or even Crusoes very long.
We'll have our lark out and then go back home in time for school--say
about three weeks or a month hence, keeping Ned's appointment with Maum
Sally."
"But how on earth are we to get back?" asked Charley.
"In a boat, to be sure; we can't walk twelve miles on the water,"
answered Jack, "particularly now that we're barefooted. We'd get our
feet wet, without a doubt."
"Where are we to get a boat?"
"Well, that is what I've been thinking about," said Jack, "and I think
I've worked the problem out."
"All right, what's the answer?" asked Ned.
"Why, that we must rebuild the _Red Bird_."
"How can we? She is mashed into kindling wood," said Charley.
"No, not quite," answered Jack. "She is badly mashed, certainly, but
it's simply mashing. I have been to look at her. She lies there as flat
as if a steam-ship had sat down upon her, but I have carefully examined
every stick of her timber, and while the _Red Bird_ is no more a boat
than a lumber pile is a house, still she is a pretty good pile of
lumber. Comparatively few of her planks are badly split or broken, while
her ribs seem to be broken only in one or two places each. After
examining her very carefully I am satisfied that her timbers will
furnish us enough material for a new boat. We must build a smaller boat
out of her bones--particularly a shorter boat. She was twenty-four feet
long, and by shortening her in the middle--that is, by leaving out the
middle ribs--we shall have enough planking to make a new boat. Patching
up the ribs will be the most difficult job, but I think we can manage
it. Most of the planks are broken in two, but we can join the ends on
ribs, and, if we are patient, we can make a pretty good boat. Patience
is the one thing needful, especially for inexperienced workmen with a
scanty supply of tools. We must make good joints if we have to work a
week over the joining of two boards."
"What are we to do for nails?" asked Ned; "we haven't more than a pound
or two here."
"We haven't a single nail," said Jack; "the wild animal, whatever it
was, that robbed us, seems to have had a very miscellaneous appetite. It
not only took our flour and bacon, our salt and our coffee and sugar; it
seems to have had an appetite for nails and blankets too. At any rate,
it stole them all, but luckily it didn't find the tools, because you had
the hatchet with you, and I had the axe."
"The mischief!" exclaimed Ned.
"Yes, it's mischief enough for that matter, but it might have been
worse. I suppose some rascals landed here while we were away and robbed
us. Of course it couldn't have been an animal, although that was my
first thought when I found the provisions gone. Whoever it was he isn't
likely to come again, but we must watch our camp now, and particularly
we must take care of our tools."
"But you haven't answered my question about nails," said Ned.
"We must make them of the _Red Bird's_ copper bolts," answered Jack;
"and if we run short we can use wooden pins; but I think there is an
abundance of the copper. Luckily the anchor came ashore entangled in the
wreck, and that will serve us for an anvil. We can hammer the bolts into
nails, using the hatchet for a hammer. It will be slow work, because
while the hatchet is in use making nails we can't use it in building the
boat."
"I'll tell you what," said Charley, whose spirits began now to revive;
"we'll work hard of nights making nails, and have them ready for the
next day."
"Yes, and we shan't want any nails for a day or two, while we're making
preparations to begin, and so we can get a good supply in advance."
"That's so," said Ned; "but do you know we're wasting precious time? It
is nearly sundown, and we have a lot to do before we go to bed. We
haven't thought of dinner yet, and we can't now till after our work is
done. We must bring the wreck around here to-night. The fellow that
robbed our camp was probably some negro squatter from some of the
islands around us, and if he got sight of the wreck on his way back, he
is sure to come over and carry away all that is valuable of the _Red
Bird's_ bones to-night. We must get ahead of him, and bring the wreck
around to the camp the first thing we do."
This suggestion commended itself to Ned's companions, and the boys set
off at once, taking the axe and hatchet with them.
When they arrived at the wreck the tide was very nearly full, so that
there was not much difficulty in getting the remains of the _Red Bird_
afloat. It was a mere raft of plank and timbers, of course, which must
be dragged through the water along the shore by means of the anchor rope
and some wild vines cut in the woods. For a time the still incoming tide
was in their favor, and they travelled the first half mile pretty
rapidly. When the tide turned, however, the labor became very severe,
and it was ten o'clock at night when the wreck of the _Red Bird_ was
safely landed at the camp. The boys were exhausted with work, and very
hungry. Ned stirred up the fire and put on a kettle of salt water, into
which, as soon as it boiled, he poured a quart or two of shrimps.
"We'll make a shrimp dinner to-night," he said, "and that will leave us
the mullets and wild grapes for breakfast."
"All right," answered Jack; "I'm hungry enough not to care for variety
to-night; speed is the word just now."
Dinner over, the boys had still to collect a large mass of the long gray
moss to serve instead of the stolen blankets, so that it was quite
midnight when they finally got to sleep.