CONCLUSION
“You mean you think there’s a chance that we overlooked it?”
Rogers asked the question of the boys as they were sitting on the porch
the following morning waiting to be called to breakfast. Gordon had told
him what he had told Bill during the night and he was all excitement in
an instant.
“I think there is,” Gordon told him.
“But rather a small one I’d say,” Bill added. “Of course, as Gordon
says, there’s a chance that there’s another hole under that layer of
sand, but my advice is that you don’t get your hopes up again. Of course
we’ll stop there on the way back and see what there is to see, but you
mustn’t be disappointed if nothing comes of it.”
“But that sand didn’t get there by itself, that’s certain, and so it
must have been put there for a purpose and what other purpose could
there have been?” Rogers demanded.
“That’s what we’re going to find out,” Gordon told him.
The evening before, in answer to a rather broad hint given them by their
host, they had told him their story and Mr. Mann had agreed with them
that it was a pretty long chance. He had, however, sympathized with them
over their failure, and they had agreed not to mention their new
purpose.
“We’ve got enough grub in the plane to last a couple of days, haven’t
we,” Bill asked just as the breakfast bell sounded.
“Sure we have if we don’t eat too much,” Gordon told him as he got up
from his chair.
“It wouldn’t make any of us one bit mad if you folks would make up your
minds to stay with us a few days,” Mr. Mann told them as they took their
seats at the table.
“It’s mighty kind of you to ask us,” Bill replied, “but we’ve really got
to go.”
“Stay over one day and I’ll take you down to the south shore and show
you some surf board riding that’ll make you sit up and take notice,” he
coaxed.
“Please do,” Laura added her invitation and Mrs. Mann was no less
insistent.
“Well, I don’t know,” Bill hesitated. “What do you say?” he asked
turning to Rogers.
“I guess we can spare one more day,” he said.
“How about you, Gordon?”
“I’m for it. I’ve never seen a real surf board rider and I’ve always
wanted to.”
“Then we’ll consider it settled,” Mr. Mann smiled. “About ten o’clock is
the best time and I think I can promise you some fun.”
“Bill was all right,” Gordon whispered to Rogers a few minutes later as
they were leaving the house for the porch, “until the girl put in her
two cents’ worth.”
“But I thought you were keen for it,” Rogers told him.
“Well, I am in a way, but I think we ought to get back there as soon as
we can. Suppose someone finds that hole and goes to poking around in
it.”
“Oh, I guess there’s no danger of that,” Rogers told him. “We didn’t see
a soul about there except the Jap all the time we were there. It’ll be
safe enough, I reckon.”
“I suppose it will only——”
“Only what?”
Bill had lingered behind a few minutes to speak to Laura and had joined
them just in time to hear Gordon’s last words.
“Nothing,” Gordon told him.
“Didn’t you want to stay?” Bill demanded.
“Sure he did,” Rogers broke in. “Only he’s afraid someone will get ahead
of us over on the other island.”
“Of course I want to stay,” Gordon added. “It’ll probably be the only
chance we’ll ever have to see real natives ride surf boards and I
wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The sight was all their host had promised and for fully two hours they
watched the riders of both sexes as they raced in on the long swells.
“Gee, but I’d like to have a try at it,” Gordon declared.
“It takes a lot of practice to do it right,” Mr. Mann told him.
“To do it at all, I’d say,” Bill declared.
“Few white people ever get the knack,” Mr. Mann said. “Of course, after
a little practice one can do something at it but it seems to take a
native to do it right.”
“I imagine it’s some different from riding a board after a motor boat,”
Rogers declared.
“Well, yes, I reckon it is,” Mr. Mann told him. “The hard part of it
seems to be to hit the wave at just the right second and that’s what
counts.”
“Well, I’m mighty glad we stayed,” Gordon said as they started back.
“So say we all of us,” Bill added.
They were treated to another long ride in the afternoon and they were
forced to acknowledge that they had never seen more beautiful scenery.
“Not a bad place to live, is it?” Mr. Mann asked as they rolled into the
driveway shortly before six o’clock.
“It’s wonderful,” they assured him.
“But you ought to see Maine in the summer time,” Gordon added.
“I’ve never been there,” Mr. Mann told them, “But it’s possible that we
may see it next summer.”
“If you do you must come to Skowhegan and make us a visit,” Bill quickly
told him and grinned as he caught the wink which Gordon gave Rogers.
“We surely will do that very thing,” Mr. Mann assured him.
It was just nine o’clock when they took off the following morning after
bidding farewell to their new friends and exacting another promise that
they would come to see them the following summer if it were at all
possible.
“Nice people,” Rogers declared, as the Albatross rose in the air.
“And then some,” Bill added as he headed her nose toward Molokai.
“Father, mother and——ahem——daughter, all of them,” Gordon agreed.
“You said it,” Bill told him. “She’s a fine girl and I don’t care who
knows it.”
“She’d be prettier if she had a bit more nose,” Gordon suggested.
“What’s the matter with her nose?” Bill demanded.
“Nothing, what there is of it,” Gordon laughed.
“Well, I guess it suits her all right.”
“And somebody else as well,” Gordon again laughed.
“Looks to me as though it was going to rain,” Rogers changed the
conversation. He did not realize how dear the two boys were to each
other and sometimes feared lest real offense might be given when they
were kidding.
“Does look a bit thick off there,” Bill agreed. “Hope it holds off till
we land.”
“It’s going to take more than rain to keep me away from that hole,”
Gordon told them. “Believe me, I’m anxious to find out if my hunch is in
good working order.”
“You didn’t say you had a hunch. I thought it was just an idea,” Bill
told him.
“Is there any difference?” Rogers wanted to know.
“Sure there is,” Gordon told him. “A hunch is an idea with a college
education.”
“Then I hope this one of yours went to a good college,” Rogers laughed.
“You’ll have to wait a bit after we get there, rain or no rain,” Bill
said a few minutes later. “It’ll be just about high tide when we land.”
“That old tide again,” Gordon groaned.
“Which waits for no man,” Rogers reminded him.
“It’s going to rain all right,” Bill declared just then as a drop of
water struck the wind shield in front of him.
“Just a shower, I reckon,” Rogers told him.
But a few minutes later the rain was coming down in torrents and the
visibility was so poor that they could see but a short distance ahead.
“Better slow her down or we’ll be going past without seeing it,” Gordon
cautioned.
“We’re only making a bit over thirty now,” Bill told him.
“Then the wind must be pretty strong,” Rogers suggested. “It seems to me
as though we were going pretty fast.”
“We aren’t nearly there yet,” Bill declared.
“Some shower, if you ask me,” Gordon declared.
But it turned out that Rogers was right. It was only a shower, and a few
minutes later the sun burst through the clouds and the rain stopped so
suddenly that Gordon declared someone must have turned off the spigot.
“Is that our island?” Gordon asked pointing straight ahead.
“Unless I got lost in the rain it is,” Bill told him.
“Well, I guess you didn’t because those are our cliffs all right.”
“And right over there is where our hopes are,” Rogers smiled pointing a
bit to the right.
“Tide’s in all right but I reckon it’s on the turn,” Gordon told them.
“Which means that we’ll have time to get some dinner,” Bill laughed.
“I sure do like that statement,” Gordon assured him.
A few minutes later the plane settled to the ground at their old camping
ground and they jumped out and at once began getting things in shape for
the meal.
“Doesn’t look as though there’d been anyone here,” Gordon announced as
he looked about.
“I guess there doesn’t anyone come here very often,” Bill told him.
“It isn’t a very inviting place to come to,” Rogers added.
It was nearly two o’clock when they started out for the hole in the
cliff and Gordon hurried them along so fast that Rogers was panting
heavily when they reached the spot.
“I’ll have to go into training if I’m going to follow you fellows about
much,” he declared.
“Quick, Bill, give me a jump up,” Gordon ordered and Bill hastened to
take his stand beneath the hole.
In an instant Gordon was on his shoulders and then the sand began to fly
as he brushed it out with both hands.
“Go easy there,” Bill gasped stepping back a pace and nearly upsetting
his burden. “I’m getting the most of that sand down the back of my neck.
Don’t brush it out so hard and then it’ll fall down straight.”
“Don’t be so particular,” Gordon called down, “There isn’t much more.
There, I told you so.”
“Found something?” Rogers asked eagerly.
“Looks like it. There’s a crack here in the floor that makes almost a
square, but I’ve got to have something besides my fingers to pry it
out.”
“How about the bar? I brought it along, you know.”
“Hand it up and I’ll give it a try but I don’t believe it will work.”
“Crack too small?” Bill asked.
“Afraid so,” Gordon told him as he reached for the bar which Rogers was
handing him.
It required several minutes for Gordon to work the end of the bar into
the crack, but he finally accomplished it and in another minute he
dropped a flat stone about a foot and a half long and a little more than
a foot wide to the ground.
“Get a bit nearer, Bill,” he called and a moment later added: “It’s here
all right, but I don’t know’s I can lift it out alone.”
“What is it?” Both Bill and Rogers asked the question in the same
breath.
“It’s a wooden box and it’s sure some heavy,” he told them panting as he
tugged with both hands. “Steady now, and don’t spill me if you can help
it. Here, Steve, get under it and I’ll ease it down to you.”
The box was in a fair state of preservation as they found upon
examination, although the cover was rotted a bit on one side.
“Just a minute,” Rogers cried as Gordon was about to use the bar in
prying off the top. “Do——do you suppose we’re going to find the platinum
in there?”
“Best way is to get it open and find out,” Bill told him.
“Go ahead.”
The cover flew off and three pairs of eyes peered eagerly at the
contents.
“I reckon we’ve found it,” Rogers said as he stooped and picked up a
small lump of what looked like a fragment of nickle.
“Is that platinum?” Gordon asked as he too picked up a piece.
“Well, I never saw any unrefined platinum,” Rogers told him. “And, of
course, I can’t be certain, but what else could it be? No one took all
that trouble to hide something that wasn’t pretty valuable.”
“Sounds reasonable,” Bill told him.
“Let’s get it back to camp and I’ll get my lab to working and we’ll soon
know what it is,” Rogers told them.
“We’ll take turns carrying it,” Bill proposed. “Help me get it up on my
shoulder and I’ll take the first whack.”
Changing the load at short intervals they made easy work of it and half
an hour later Rogers was busy getting his chemicals and apparatus ready.
“I’m not much of a chemist,” he told them, “But I studied up on this
thing and don’t believe I’ll have much trouble.”
“You better hadn’t,” Gordon warned him. “We don’t want to cart home a
lot of worthless stuff.”
“I’ll do the best I can. Believe me, I don’t want to get my hopes up
again and get fooled. Now here’s the nitric acid. We’ll pour some out in
this beaker and put a lump of the stuff in it and see if it has any
action on it. If it’s any common metal it will dissolve. Where’s that
little stove that uses that solid heat of yours? I want to warm the acid
to make sure.”
Gordon soon found the little stove and a moment later they were eagerly
watching the experiment.
“Not a sign of any action,” Gordon declared after five minutes had
passed.
“Which makes it look encouraging,” Rogers told him. “Now we’ll try some
hydrochloric acid.”
The result was the same with the latter acid and the hopes of all three
were at fever heat as they watched the experiment.
“Now we’ll try the aqua regia and see if that dissolves it,” Rogers told
them as he mixed the two acids.
“It should, shouldn’t it?” Bill asked.
“If it’s platinum, yes.”
How they all stared as he dropped a small lump into the mixture and how
they cheered a moment later as they saw it slowly grow smaller and
finally disappear.
“I guess that settles it,” Bill cried.
“Just a minute. There’s one more test to make to be sure,” Rogers told
him as he diluted the mixture with some water. “If it’s platinum this
solution of ammonium chloride, which I have in this bottle, will
precipitate it.”
Again they held their breath as he poured some of the solution into the
beaker, but their joy was unbounded as they saw the dark colored
precipitate thrown down and Rogers told them that it was the precious
metal beyond the shadow of a doubt.
“Now I reckon we can enjoy the flight home,” Gordon declared catching
his cap on the back of his head as it descended from the height to which
he had thrown it.
“It’s dead certain that I’m going to,” Rogers assured him. “Boys, this
means a lot to me.”
“And I reckon we can use our share,” Bill grinned.
“Well, I guess we’d better plan to spend the night here and get an early
start in the morning,” Rogers suggested.
“It doesn’t make so much difference when we start,” Bill told him.
“We’ll have to fly part way in the dark anyhow unless we hit full speed
about all the time and I don’t like to do that unless we have to. But we
ought to take a couple of hours or so and go over the plane and be sure
that everything is all right before we start so I’m in favor of doing as
you suggest. What do you say Gordon?”
“Suits me. We don’t want to have trouble with the motor on the way back,
that’s certain.”
“Then I’ll get the tents up while you two are doing the work on the
plane,” Rogers said.
“I’ll say it’s a lucky thing we did look it over,” Gordon declared an
hour later.
“Found something wrong?” Bill asked looking up from the commutator of
the elevator motor which he had been examining.
“Here’s a wire that’s all but broken and if it had given out while we
were in the air——well, we’d have had to come down, that’s all.”
“But this other motor would hold us up,” Bill told him.
“I forgot about that one for the minute, but this would have given out
before we had gone a hundred miles or I’m no mechanic. Looks to me as
though there must be too much vibration here. No wonder,” he added a
moment later. “This motor is all but loose.”
“I’ll say it is,” Bill agreed after a short examination. “It needs some
new bolts in there. Wonder if we’ve got any.”
“I’ll look and see.”
After a long search Gordon found the bolts and started in to replace
those which were worn. It took considerable time as they were hard to
get at and supper was ready by the time he had finished.
“Where are we going to hide that stuff?” Bill asked later as they were
sitting around the fire. “We don’t want to have it stolen now that we’ve
got it.”
“Who’s going to steal it?” Gordon demanded.
“I don’t suppose anyone is,” Bill told him. “But, just the same, we’re
going to hide it and, what’s more, we’re going to set a watch to-night.”
“That’s fool——”
“I think Bill’s right,” Rogers interrupted. “Of course,” he explained,
“there’s not much chance of anyone coming around here to-night, but it’s
possible, and that platinum is altogether too valuable to take the
slightest chance with.”
“I guess you’re right at that,” Gordon agreed. “It’s only for one night
anyhow.”
Before going to bed they packed everything which they did not need,
including the platinum, in the plane as they planned to be off by four
o’clock, and before nine o’clock Rogers and Bill were asleep leaving
Gordon to stand the first watch until eleven. It was a beautiful night
after the shower of the morning and the sky was studded with stars, and
a great sense of pleasure took possession of the boy as he sat with his
back to a large rock only a few feet from the plane.
“It’s all a bunch of foolishness sitting up here,” he told himself as he
glanced at his watch and saw that it was half past ten.
But at that moment he changed his mind. A slight sound off to his left
caught his ear and he quickly sprang to his feet every sense alert. For
a moment he stood perfectly still and listened. Then he heard it again.
It was only a faint sound as though someone were stepping on a loose
stone but it told him that some kind of an animal was near. There was no
moon and, in spite of the stars, he could see but a short distance. Then
he heard a whisper and knew that the animals were men. How many there
might be he could not tell but that there was more than one was certain.
He hesitated no longer but dropped to his knees and crept quickly toward
the tents about thirty feet away. There he shook Rogers and Bill at the
same time whispering to them to keep quiet.
“There are some men close by,” he told them.
“You sure?” Bill, now fully awake, asked.
“Yes, I heard them talking.”
“Did you see them?” Rogers whispered.
“No, it’s too dark.”
“We’d better get over close to the plane,” Bill told them. “Never mind
the tents: we can leave them if we have to.”
A moment later they were crouching close to the plane and straining
their ears to catch the slightest sound. But none came and Bill was on
the point of telling Gordon that he must have been mistaken, when, the
latter whispered:
“I saw one of them then. Look over there by that rock. See him?”
“Yes,” Bill replied.
“And there’s another just to his right.”
“And another one about ten feet to his left,” Bill whispered.
“Like as not there’s a dozen of them,” Rogers added.
“Get in the plane, quick, and don’t make any noise,” Bill ordered.
“Going to take off?” Gordon asked.
“If we can,” Bill told him.
“Make it snappy then. They’re coming nearer.”
“All set?” Bill asked a minute later.
“All set,” both Rogers and Gordon told him.
Bill started the elevator and at the same instant, as though it had been
a signal, there came a shout and a rush of dark forms.
“They’re coming,” Gordon cried, at the same time firing his automatic
into the air.
He hoped that the shot would scare them but it only seemed to increase
their speed and now they could see that there were at least a half dozen
men rushing the plane. Bill had the switch on the last notch by this
time and the propeller was spinning but the plane did not rise.
“They’ll get us if you don’t hurry,” Gordon cried again firing a shot
over the heads of the men.
“She’s got it all,” Bill replied and just then the plane gave a slight
lurch and the wheels left the ground.
But two of the men were close at hand and, before the plane had risen
far enough to escape them, they had grabbed hold of the side of the
cockpit one on either side, and for a second it seemed they would pull
the plane back to the ground. But Gordon on the one side and Rogers on
the other brought the handles of their guns down on two separate heads
and both men dropped without a sound as the plane seemed to leap into
the air.
“Good work,” Bill cried.
“But, believe me, it was touch and go for a second,” Gordon told him.
Down below they could hear the shouts of angry men whose prey had
escaped them and for a moment they feared lest they would fire at them.
But no shots came and, as Bill started the forward propeller, all
breathed sighs of relief.
“I reckon it’s just as well we kept a watch,” Rogers declared.
“If we hadn’t we’d have had trouble,” Bill told them, “and probably lost
the platinum.”
“You win,” Gordon acknowledged.
“By the skin of our teeth,” Bill chuckled.
The weather continued all that they could have asked, and shortly before
six o’clock the next afternoon, the Albatross landed just outside San
Francisco. They lost no time in finding a place to park the plane for
the night and, taking the box with them, they soon were quartered in a
small hotel.
“Now, I think it’ll be the best plan to sell the stuff to-morrow,”
Rogers told them as soon as they had reached their room. “If we try to
take it home with us we may lose it and we probably can get as good a
price for it here as anywhere. What do you think?”
“I think it’s a wise plan.”
“Then first thing in the morning I’ll go to the chief of police and tell
him who I am and get him to tell me the best place to take it.”
This plan was carried out and before noon they had found a customer in
one of the largest jewelry firms of the city. Of course it took some
time to make settlement as they had to wait until the platinum was
assayed. But the time did not hang heavy on their hands and two days
later they received a check for one hundred and sixty-four thousand
dollars.
“Not a bad summer’s work,” Bill chuckled as they left the office.
“Not half bad,” Gordon agreed.
They left for home the next day and two days later the Albatross touched
the ground behind the old homestead and two very happy boys received the
hearty congratulations of their parents.
“We dropped Steve off on Long Island,” Bill told them, “But he’s coming
to make us a visit next summer.”
THE END
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