As soon as he could get upon his feet Smith ran as he supposed for his
life, but his messmate's call drew him back and he ran as quickly to his
help. Too late though to render any assistance, for Drew, who was
nearest, leaned forward and caught Wriggs' hand, stopping his progress
toward the centre for the moment, and then his feet glided from beneath
him on the smooth, sloping tufa and he too went down, and had to be
aided by Oliver and Panton, who drew both out just as Smith reached the
edge of the basin.
"Why don't yer mind!" roared the latter, excitedly. "Want to lie down
there in the hot water and drowned yerself?"
"No, matey, can't say as I do," growled Wriggs, shaking himself as he
edged farther and farther away. "But this here's about the dangerousest
place as I was ever in as I knows on. Been dowsed a good many times in
my life, but not like this here. Got yourselves very wet, gentlemen?"
"Oh, no, only splashed," said Oliver. "Here, you two had better get
back to the brig."
Smith looked at his messmate.
"Feared, mate?" he said.
"Eh?" replied Wriggs, rubbing his ear well. "I dunno 'bout feared now.
I'm werry wet."
"Then go back and change your things," said Oliver.
Wriggs scratched his head now and hesitated.
"Beg pardon, sir, I couldn't help letting go, 'cause I thought we was
all going to be sucked down that hole, and yer couldn't tell whether yer
was coming up again; and though I'm a tidy swimmer, I never tried hot
water; but if so be as you don't mind, me and my mate'd rayther go on
along with you."
"But you're so wet, my lad."
"Well, sir, that'll only be a job for the sun to dry us, and it's been a
good wash for us and our duds too."
"Oh, if you don't mind," said Oliver; "I don't think it will hurt you.
What do you say, Wriggs?"
"I didn't say nothing, sir; I was only squeezing the hot water out o' my
trowges."
"But do you mind being wet?"
"No, sir. I was born aboard a canal boat, and often tumbled in and had
to be fished out by my father with the spitcher. I rayther like it."
"That's right, Billy. You don't want to go back, do you?"
"No, matey, I want to continue on my travels, and see this here cur'us
land; only if we air to have another adventer I should like it to be a
dry 'un, if it's all the same to the gents."
"Then come along," said Oliver, "you'll soon get dry."
"Oh, yes, sir," said Smith; "but if it's all the same to you, sir, I
should like to know how that there thing works."
"Ah! that's more than I can tell you," replied Oliver, looking at the
basin, which was once more clear blue, and as smooth as if it had never
been disturbed. "It's a geyser, of course."
"Yes, sir," said Smith, as Oliver looked at him as if expecting he would
speak; "I thought it was some'at o' that sort."
"And such things are not uncommon in volcanic countries."
"Arn't they though, sir?" said Smith, with a puzzled expression. "But
it warn't byling hot."
"Oh, no, not within some seventy degrees."
"Then how come it to byle over, sir? Ain't that rather cur'us?"
"Yes, very curious indeed."
"Yes, sir, and this seems to be a rather cur'us place."
"Yes, Smith, and very grand and wonderful. We have been extremely
fortunate to get ashore in such a naturalist's paradise."
"Paradise, sir?" said Smith, with rather a curious look. "Well, sir, I
shouldn't have called it that."
"Look here," cried Oliver to his two companions, "shall we wait and see
if the geyser plays again?"
"Oh, no," said Drew, "I want to get forward. We shall have plenty more
opportunities, and this forest ahead looks grand."
"Yes, come along," cried Panton, rising from chipping a piece of rock.
"Look here, this is evidently volcanic and full of iron. The mountain
must be tremendous. Do you think it is always shut in by those clouds?"
"No," said Drew; "depend upon it they are caused by the late eruption.
That tremendous roar was the end, and I fancy it was caused by the water
rushing in from the sea. This is only the steam rising. Here, Lane,
you have fallen into the right place and can fill the British Museum if
you are industrious."
They were now coming to the end of the barren tract made by the
earthquake wave sweeping the rock in places bare, in others covering the
surface with _debris_ of coral sand, rolled pebble and shell from the
sea; but before reaching the band of verdure which stood at the top of a
slope, they had to pass two or three depressions in which mud and water
still lay, and upon reaching one of these they found to their surprise
that it was _far_ more extensive than they had anticipated. For there
before them stretched acres upon acres of a muddy lagoon, dotted with
islands, and evidently alive with fish swept in from the sea.
"Hi! look-ye there, Billy Wriggs!" cried Smith, excitedly. "See that?"
"Course I can, matey; it's water."
"Well, I know that, stoopid, but look what's in it. Over yonder on that
bank--there close alongside o' that lump o' white rock."
"What of it?" said Wriggs. "Only a trunk of an old tree."
"Ay, four-legged 'un, with a head and tail, having a nap in the
sunshine. Why, it's one o' them eft things as we used to ketch with a
worm in the ponds when we was boys."
"Get out! You go and play tricks with some 'un else, matey," said
Wriggs, contemptuously. "Think I don't know no better than that?"
"You are a clever one, Billy, and no mistake," growled Smith. "I never
did see a chap more ready not to believe the truth. If you hadn't been
born a Christian, mate, nobody wouldn't never have converted you, and
you'd ha' been a regular heathen savage all your days."
"Go it, matey! Much more on it? Let's have it all while you're about
it."
"You shall, Billy, because a good talking to'll do you good, and knock
some o' the wanity out of you. You see, you don't know everything."
"And you do, eh, Tommy?"
"Nay, not quite," said Smith, giving his head a roll; "but I do know as
that's one o' the same sort o' things as I used to see lying in the mud
as I was once going up to Calcutta. That's a halligator, matey, on'y
some folks calls the big uns crockydiles, and the niggers out there
muggers, 'cause they've got such ugly mugs."
"What! do you mean to tell me as that log o' wood with the rough bark on
it's alive?"
"Yes, all alive O!"
"Get out," cried Wriggs, scrutinising the brute searchingly as it lay
about fifty yards away. "That there's a trunk of a tree with all the
branches rubbed off. Well, I never did!"
For at that moment the reptile crawled a little further from the water,
raised its head, and looked to right and left, and then subsided again
in the hot sunshine, sinking partially into the mud.
"Rummy sort o' tree that, eh, Billy?" said Smith.
"Sort o' tree!" cried Wriggs, in a tone of thorough disgust. "Why, I
call it a himposition. What does a thing mean by going on like that? I
could ha' sweered as it warn't alive."
"Hold your row, the gents is a-going to shoot."
They stood watching, for Drew had been busy changing one of the
cartridges in his gun for another containing a ball.
"It's of no use to shoot it," said Oliver, "and I don't think you could
hit it in a vital place."
"I'm going to try," said Drew quietly, as Panton followed his example.
"Yes," said the latter, "if we are to stay in this island or whatever it
is, we can't afford to share the place with a creature like that. These
things are very dangerous."
"Hist! Tommy," whispered Wriggs, excitedly, "he can hear what they
says, and he don't believe they can hit him and hurt him. Did yer see
him smile?"
"Well, I call it a laugh, matey. Yes, they've got a nice open sort o'
countenance, them crockydiles. What a time it must take'm to clean
their teeth of a morning!"
"Ay, and to pick 'em after dinner. Would one o' them tackle a man?"
"Yes, or a cow either. They've got a way of--I say, just look at him."
Wriggs was all attention, and the three naturalists as well; for, after
opening its mouth and displaying its tremendous gape, the reptile slowly
turned round so as to face toward the water from which it had crawled,
and then subsided, lying so close and still in the sand and mud that it
more than ever resembled the trunk of some old tree.
The position now for a shot was not so satisfactory, as it in all
probability meant the disappearance of the reptile at its first plunge;
but all the same Drew raised his piece and gave his companions a sharp
look, Panton raising his double gun as well for the next shot.
But Oliver held up his hand.
"Don't shoot," he whispered. "I want to watch the brute for a few
minutes. Let's see."
He had a reason for speaking; naturalist-like, he never lost an
opportunity for observing the habits of the different creatures he came
across, and he had noticed a couple of crane-like birds coming stalking
along from the far side of the bank on their long stilt-shaped legs.
Like everything the wrecked party had encountered, the birds seemed to
know no fear of man, acting as if they had never seen such a being
before. Hence they were coming straight over to the side opposite to
the little party.
Oliver's little double glass was out in a moment, focussed and fixed
upon the objects, while, with all a naturalist's love of the beautiful,
he feasted upon the bright eyes, drooping crests, and lovely grey and
white plumage of the two birds which showed in every way their wonderful
adaptability for the life they led.
"Look here," said Panton, "we want to shoot that loathsome reptile."
"And I want to look at the cranes. If you fire you'll scare them."
"Shoot them, then," said Drew.
"No, no, don't, or you'll startle the crocodile. I don't want to shoot
them," said Oliver; "I want to study their habits a bit, and they'll go
into the water here close to us."
Just then the second crane, which was stalking gravely behind its
companion, stopped short, and uttered a warning cry. It was too late.
Simultaneously, the crocodile, which had been cunningly watching the
bird; made a scythe-like blow with its tail, and swept the foremost,
broken and helpless, into the lagoon. Then, springing up as the second
bird took flight, the reptile was making a rush for the water, when
Drew's gun spoke out, and Panton's followed with such good effect, that
the crocodile's progress was checked, and it swung itself round to lie
with its tail in the water, thrashing about, and raising a muddy spray,
which spread for far enough, spattering upon the water like so much
dirty rain.
"Just sarves you right, my smiling beauty," cried Smith, excitedly.
"Strikes me you won't break no more birds' legs for some time to come.
Hit him again, sir."
Drew's second barrel was fired as he spoke, for the reptile was
gradually working round, as if to plunge into the water, but the bullet
it now received in the side of the head checked it, and a fourth from
Panton made it sink down almost motionless, save that it made a few
feeble snaps with its jaws.
"And I'm precious glad on it," said Billy Wriggs, who had taken the most
intense interest in the affair. "Like me to walk in and fetch out that
there bird, sir?" he continued, pointing to where the crane floated upon
the surface of the lagoon.
"I should like the bird," said Oliver, "but I don't think it would be
safe for you to wade in, Wriggs. Perhaps it will float ashore."
"I'm so wet, sir, a drop more water won't hurt me."
"I was not thinking about your getting wet," replied Oliver, who was
intently watching the bird, which was apparently quite dead, "but of the
risk of your encountering another crocodile."
"What, in there, sir--in the water?"
"Yes, I daresay there are several about."
"Oh," said Wriggs, softly, "I didn't think of that," and he stood
scratching his head, and wrinkled up his face, as he looked at the
prostrate reptile.
"Didn't yer know as they was amphibilious animals, Bill," said Smith, in
a low voice.
"What's amphibilious animals?" growled Wriggs.
"Things as gets their living in the waters, and sleeps outside."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" said the sailor, thoughtfully. "And what would
one o' they chaps do, if he was to meet my legs? He couldn't hit out
with his tail in the water."
"No lad, he'd hoperate with his head."
"Then I don't think, Tommy, as we'll come here when we wants a swim,
eh?"
"No lad. Strikes me that--I say; look ye there!"
The appeal was needless, for every one was looking toward where the
light breeze and the spreading rings caused by the lashing of the
crocodile's tail had carried the dead crane, which Oliver was longing to
get as a specimen of bird life unknown, he believed, to science, for all
at once, there was a faint, rippling movement visible close to it, then
a violent agitation. A long, lithe creature suddenly made a dart partly
out of the water, and quick as lightning, they saw its yellowish folds
wrapped round the bird, which was directly after borne down out of
sight.
"Sea-snake, I think," said Oliver, eagerly, in answer to his companions'
questioning looks.
"Hear that, Billy?" whispered Smith, giving his friend a nudge.
"Oh, yes, I hear," growled Wriggs; "says he thinks it's a snake, but it
warn't. I see it, and it was a heel. Didn't yer see how it tied itself
up in a knot round the long-legged bird? I say, I mean to set a
night-line, and ketch that gentleman. Heels is about the best fish to
eat as swims."
"But aren't you going to wade across and fetch the crocodile over,
Billy?"
"No, matey, I aren't. 'Cause why? It's much safer ashore."