_The Isle of the Pirates.--The Oaks and the Mounds.--A Survey.--The
flooded Pits.--The empty Pit.--The Staying.--The Money-hole.--The Hut
and its Contents.--The Stone with the Inscription.--Preparations for
a Descent.--The Rope and the Beam.--Pat’s Plan with the Pickaxe.--Bart
goes down.--All right.--Come along.--Pat goes down.--Terrific Result.
The Sword of Damocles._
THE bows of the boat grated on the pebbled beach, and Bart and Pat
stepped ashore. On landing, their first thought was to secure the boat.
This was not a difficult task.
Close by them was a tree, growing near the beach, and all that they had
to do was to draw the boat up for a short distance, and fasten a line
around the tree. After this, they stood by the boat for a little while,
and looked at the island upon which they had landed.
It was small, not over a quarter of a mile across, and rose gently from
the sea to a height of not more than thirty feet. Oak trees, planted at
considerable intervals, grew over the surface, none of them being of any
very great size. Under these there was, in some places, a thick turf,
which looked as though the ground had once been cultivated, and had run
out, while in other places it was rough, and rose in those mossy mounds
or cradles which characterize soil that has been cleared, but has never
been subject to cultivation.
As they stood here and looked at the scene before them, they saw, not
very far away, a mound of earth. They had seen this from the boat as
they approached, and had at once thought that it might be the very
ground removed from the earth in forming one of the numerous pits. In
digging these pits the earth would be raised, and thrown on one side.
“Sure that’s what I towld ye,” said Pat. “Ye know there must be a deep
hole from the height of it.”
“Yes,” said Bart. “There must be a hole there. Come, let’s have a look
at it.”
With these words the two started forward, and walked towards the heap of
earth. As they came up, they noticed that the soil consisted of clay of
a dull bluish tinge, like pale slate, and they recognized at once the
bluish clay of which the landlord had spoken. The heap of earth was of
considerable dimensions. They both walked up it, and on reaching the
top, they saw on the other side an opening in the ground. Hurrying down
towards it, they recognized in it at once one of those pits made by some
one of the companies digging here. The mouth of it was about six feet
long and four feet wide. The sides were stayed up by planks. They could
not see far down, however, for the pit contained water, which came to
within a dozen feet of the surface. How deep the pit was they could
not see; but they at once conjectured that this was one of those pits
mentioned by the landlord, where the diggers in search of the “drain”
had broken into it, and had thus been compelled to fly from the waters
that poured in upon them. This pit was flooded (as the landlord had
said) from “Kidd’s drain.”
After examining this pit, they proceeded farther, and saw another mound
not far away. It was just like this, of about the same dimensions, and
consisting of the same bluish clay. To this they directed their steps,
knowing now that another pit might be expected here, and in this
expectation they were not disappointed. There was a pit here of
precisely the same appearance as the one which they had just examined,
stayed up in the same way around the sides by stout planks, and of about
the same size. Like the other, it was also full of water. Here too,
then, as they thought, the diggers had broken into the “drain,” and had
flooded the pit. The occurrence of these two pits, both full of water,
showed them, in a very striking and very significant manner, the
difficulties that those encountered who sought to penetrate to the
hidden treasure.
But the boys were curious to see some pit that might not be full of
water, so as to see with their own eyes the depth of these excavations.
The landlord had mentioned a hundred feet. Such a depth as that, they
knew, exceeded the height of an ordinary church spire, and they both
wondered whether it would be possible for them to descend. They,
therefore, turned away from this pit after a slight examination, and
looked around for others.
Several mounds appeared not very far away, and they at once went off to
the nearest of these. Here, then, was a pit which was also flooded. The
sight of this third pit, full of water, made them fear that this was
the condition of all of them, and their discouragement was consequently
great; however, they had not yet examined all, and two or three other
mounds yet remained to be visited. They went on, therefore, to the next;
and here, on reaching the pit which adjoined it, they found, to their
great delight, that it was dry.
Dry and deep. The hundred feet which the landlord had spoken of seemed
to be a moderate estimate for this pit. Its length and width at the
mouth were the same as those of the others; and the staying of the
sides with stout planks was the same. On looking down, they could see no
bottom. Bart took a stone and dropped it, and the time which was taken
up in the fall to the bottom seemed to fully warrant the estimate above
mentioned. But such a pit as this did not appear to offer much chance
of descending into it. None of the pulleys or windlasses which must once
have been used here to lower the workmen, or hoist up the earth, now
remained. The planks used as staying were over an inch apart, and these
offered occasional spaces which might possibly be used as a foothold.
Still, to climb down here without some sort of a rope was not to be
thought of, and though Bart and Pat were both excellent climbers, they
both saw at once that this was a task beyond their powers. And they had
not brought a rope with them.
On looking around once more, they saw at no very great distance a
staging, which at once reminded them of the directions given them by the
man on the shore, and also of the words of the landlord. This staging
they had also noticed as they approached the island in the boat. They
now set out for this, and reached it in a short time. This staging
was about the highest point on the island, and was in the midst of an
immense collection of mounds of earth, and sand, and blue clay. As they
stood here, they could see several pits around them; but their attention
was at once arrested by one place close by the staging. It was a hollow
in the earth, shaped like a bowl, about twenty feet in diameter, and
perhaps the same depth. At once the landlord’s description of the
present appearance of the “money-hole” flashed across their memories.
This, then, must be the place,--this bowl-shaped hollow. There could be
no doubt about it. This must be the spot chosen by the buccaneers for
that pit in which they were to hide their treasure. Here beneath,--far
beneath,--lay concealed the plunder of the Spanish Main. Here was that
blasted circular spot, with the blighted tree, and the decayed pulley,
which had revealed the secret to the first diggers. Here those two had
worked who had so nearly reached the treasure, and this bowl-shaped
cavity showed them what appeared to the eyes of those first diggers,
when, after they had just touched the treasure, they went forth on
the following morning to see their labor destroyed, and all their toil
wasted.
Around this were the signs of other labors, and the unmistakable traces
of all the toilers, who in succession had labored here. Some pits had
caved in, like the original “money-hole.” Others had filled with water.
The sand, gravel, and clay, that had been drawn up out of these various
excavations, covered a large space. Close by a pit, which lay nearest
to the “money-hole,” rose the staging which had attracted them. On
examining this, its purpose was at once evident. It was erected so as to
allow of the working of pumps by horse-power. The circle was there which
the horses traversed, and all the machinery was in perfect order. They
understood the purpose of this machine at once from the landlord’s
story. It had been intended to reach the bottom of the “money-hole” by
a new pit, and this pit was to be kept dry by pumping. The pit must
evidently be the one which immediately adjoined the “money-hole.” But
how completely this plan had failed, was now evident to them from this
pit itself, which, like the others that they had first seen, was full
of water. This pit had proved of no avail against “Kidd’s drain.”
Horse-power had been weak against the tides of the sea. Here was the
melancholy result--a failure complete and utter; a pit flooded; engines
useless; costly works deserted. Would the attempt ever be made again? or
if so, would steam succeed when pitted against the waters of the ocean?
They went down into the bowl-shaped cavity which marked the
“money-hole,”--they did so cautiously, for they had vague fears of
quicksand. But their fears were idle. The ground seemed as hard and as
solid as on any other part of the island. They stood there, and stamped,
and jumped, but the firm soil yielded not. They could scarcely believe
that this was the very central point affected by the waters of the sea.
And yet this must be so, for this was the point to which the “drain”
had been directed, and far down the waters guarded the treasure from the
hand of man.
After remaining here for a time, they emerged from the cavity, and
their attention was next attracted by a hut not far away. To this they
directed their steps. They found the door wide open, and entered. Inside
they saw two rooms divided by a board partition, with a chimney rising
in the middle. This had been the place where the workmen lived, for
signs of these occupants were still visible around. The two rooms
were filled with spades, and chains, and boxes, and a miscellaneous
collection of articles that had probably been used by the last
excavators, and had been left here in anticipation of further use. Among
these they saw a quantity of ropes in coils of different sizes; and they
saw at once that if they wished to go down into any one of the pits, a
way of descending was now supplied.
The chimney at once suggested to their minds the remarks of the landlord
about the stone with the inscription. To the boys that stone seemed
the most important part of the whole story, and offered a more direct
evidence as to its truth than anything else. They wished to see it, and
judge for themselves. They accordingly examined the chimney on every
side, but, to their very great disappointment, could not see anything
of the kind. At length Bart found a place in the chimney from which a
portion seemed to have been detached, and he at once declared that this
must have been the place where the stone was, and that it had probably
been taken away, so as to be made use of for the purpose of affecting
the public mind, and inducing people to take stock in the new company.
The sight of the ropes at once awakened within them a desire to put in
practice their intention of descending into one of the pits. It did not
seem to them to be dangerous. Bart was as active as a cat in climbing,
especially when he had anything to do with ropes; while Pat, though not
equal to him in this respect, was still quite able to do any ordinary
work of the kind. One of the pits, as they had seen, was dry, but it was
a little too far away. They wished to find one which was rather nearer
the “money-hole,” where there might be some chance of putting into
practice Pat’s idea about the tunnel. No thought of danger entered into
their minds, no dread of the treacherous waters which had broken through
into the other holes, and flooded them. They prepared to put their
scheme into execution as calmly as if it was no more than climbing a
tree.
But first they must seek a pit nearer the “money-hole;” and with this
intention they went back to that central spot, where they examined the
pits in its neighborhood. To their great joy they soon found one. It was
on the side opposite to that where the staging had been erected, and was
quite dry. This they knew by dropping stones down, and listening to
the sound made when they struck. All of them fell with a dull thud, and
without any splashing noise, such as would have been produced had water
been there.
This at once decided them in favor of the pit just mentioned: and the
next thing was, how to arrange the rope so as to make the descent.
One could not lower the other; and if such a thing had been possible,
neither one would have been willing to stay up. There was therefore
nothing for them to do but to adopt the simple plan of climbing down by
means of a rope secured to the top. First of all they had to select the
rope. This they did without much delay. Among the various coils in the
hut, one seemed suitable from size and quality. It had been used, like
all the others; it seemed perfectly strong enough; and it was also
sufficiently soft and smooth to the hands. This coil was therefore
selected and brought to the place. A stone was quickly attached to
one end, and was thrown down. The rope fell all the way to the bottom
without being more than half expended. The rest of the coil lay at the
edge of the pit.
And now how were they to secure this, so as to descend? Something was
needed which might bear their weight. At first they thought of tying the
upper part of the rope to one of the planks which formed the staying
of the sides of the pit; but this did not seem strong enough. They then
went off to hunt up something. In the house there was a crowbar, which
was strong enough, yet not long enough, to satisfy them. But outside
of the house there was a large beam, fully twelve feet long and eight
inches thick. This seemed to be the very thing. It was apparently sound
and strong, and, as far as they could see, was quite able to support ten
times the weight to which it would be subjected. This beam therefore was
chosen without the slightest hesitation, and Bart and Pat, taking it
up in their arms, carried it to the mouth of the pit; then they laid it
across, and tied the rope about it as securely as possible.
All now seemed perfectly safe, and nothing remained but to make the
descent. Bart went first. The planks used for staying around the sides
of the pit were far enough apart to offer here and there interstices
in which the feet might be inserted, though in many of these places the
earth bulged through so as to prevent a foothold. They thus afforded
assistance; and Bart, as he began his descent, availed himself of it. As
he went down, Pat watched him anxiously from above. Before his head had
disappeared, he said,--
“O, by the way, Pat! throw down that pickaxe.”
For Pat had brought a pickaxe from the hut, in order to make his tunnel;
and it was now lying on the ground, close by.
“Sure, but I was goin to wait till you got down.”
“What! and throw it on my head! No, thank you.”
“Sure an I niver thought of that at all at all,” said Pat; “and it’s
lucky for you that you thought of it just now.”
With these words Pat dropped the pickaxe into the pit, and it fell with
a dull thud far down at the bottom.
Bart now continued his descent, and Pat watched him all the way. At
length a voice came up from far below,--
“All right! Come along!”
Upon this Pat descended, and went down cautiously and carefully,
clinging with feet and hands to the rope and to the sides of the pit. He
was not so dexterous as Bart, and once or twice he lost his foothold
on the side of the pit, and slid for several feet, the rope cutting
his hands; but still he kept on, for Bart was waiting for him, and
encouraging him.
At length, when about thirty feet from the bottom, where Bart was
standing, he found a place where he could stick his foot, and waited for
a moment to look down through the darkness. He could see nothing. As he
looked, his foot slipped from the place, and he fell with a jerk, the
rope sliding painfully through his chafed hands. At that very instant it
seemed to him that the rope itself was falling. From above there came a
dull creaking sound, and from below a cry of horror burst from Bart. At
that instant, Pat’s feet touched the bottom of the pit.
Bart grasped his arm convulsively, and pointed upward.
“The beam! the beam!” he almost screamed. “It’s broke. O, what shall we
do!”
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Pat looked up; and there, clearly defined against the sky, he saw the
beam around which the rope was fastened, no longer lying straight across
the mouth of the pit, but sagging down in the middle at a sharp angle.
It had been rotten in the middle. It had cracked at that last jerk
occasioned by his fall from his foothold; and it now hung broken midway,
still clinging together by a few fibres, but suspended there above them,
like the sword of Damocles, as if by a single hair, and threatening
every instant to fall and crush them.
The rope and the beam had both been rotten, and the jerk which had been
given when Pat lost his foothold had cracked the one and broken the
other. There, about thirty feet above them, hung the end of the rope
where it had parted. The rest of it was still in Pat’s hands.