THE ISLAND OF MYSTERY.
There was an air of oppression, hard to explain, about the island. But
they all felt it. The boys were inclined to talk in whispers and even
Dick Donovan's usual lively spirits seemed daunted. There was
something about the blistered, barren look of the cleared space on the
edge of which they had landed that gave them all an odd feeling of
melancholy.
Zeb was the first to shake this off.
"Our first job," he said, "is to find out who is on the island and
what they've been doing."
Here and there in the black, swampy-looking bare space, they could see
where holes had been dug, but when they examined the spade, which Jack
had seen from the Wondership as they descended, they found that it was
rusty and had evidently not been used for a long time.
It was the same in the rude hut which they examined. Some rusty
utensils and a few ragged old garments were all that was inside. The
dust lay thick on the floor and a large squirrel leaped out of the
roof as they entered.
"Well, whoever was on the island has moved on again," declared Zeb.
"Or died," said Jack in a low tone.
"Wa'al, what I say is," observed Zeb, "ther sooner we git at that
what-yer-may-call-um stuff and get away agin, the better it'll be for
all of us. There's suthin' about this island I don't like."
The others agreed, all except the professor, who, on hands and knees,
was examining some rocks with his magnifying glass.
"Where shall we make camp?" asked Dick.
"I don't much fancy this side of the island, somehow," said Jack, "but
we could pitch the tents on that little plateau up there and be
comfortable and have a good view up and down the river at the same
time."
And so it was arranged. Leaving the Wondership on the edge of the
clearing, they made camp on the flat ledge of sandy soil interspersed
with rocks that Jack had selected. From it they had a good view in
both directions. Above them was a small island, and below them the
river leaped and roared in a series of big rapids.
Their preparations for camping occupied all the afternoon. It was
supper time when they had finished and everything was shipshape and
comfortable. In the meantime Dick had wandered off with the rifle and
returned with four good-sized rabbits and three squirrels which Zeb
cooked into a savory stew.
They turned in early as they had all worked hard and were tired. Just
what time it was that he awakened, Jack did not know. But he thought
it was after midnight. Taking his watch he went to the door of the
tent to look at it in the moonlight, as he did not wish to arouse the
others by striking a light.
The moon flooded the island. Jack looked about him, enjoying the
beauty of the scene. The cliffs were great masses of black and white
and the rushing river gleamed like silver. He glanced toward the black
waste, on the edge of which they left the Wondership. The next instant
he uttered a startled exclamation. Above the bare patch of
dark-colored earth tall white figures were dancing, gleaming in the
moonlight.
Jack's heart gave a bound and he caught his breath for an instant.
Then he felt inclined to laugh at his own fears. What he had taken for
ghostly figures were columns of vapor writhing and twisting as they
steamed upward from the bare end of the island. What caused them, Jack
did not know. He noticed, too, that the whole patch of barren land
glowed with a strange phosphorescence like rotted wood.
Fascinated by the spectacle, he stood gazing at it. There was
something eerie about the dancing, pirouetting columns of vapor. They
looked like a party of ghosts dancing a quadrille. They twisted and
contorted and bowed and soared upward and sank again in a kind of
rhythm.
"Gracious, this is a spooky sort of place," thought Jack. "I wonder
what causes those wavering columns? Maybe some sort of hidden hot
springs like the one the professor fell into. I know one thing, I
don't like this island overmuch. As Zeb said, there is something queer
about it--something in the air. I don't know what, but I for one won't
be sorry when we leave it."
He fell to musing about his father waiting so many miles away for news
of the discovery that was to rehabilitate his fortunes and place the
radio telephone in the list of practical inventions that have created
an epoch in the world's history.
"Poor old dad," he thought "After all, he's really having the most
trying part of this thing. Waiting back there for he doesn't know
what, and with nothing to do but wait. I wonder if we are going to
succeed? We will, we must! But, supposing that the map was wrong and
that----"
His musing broke off suddenly and he crouched forward watching
intently. His eyes were staring wide-open and startled at the
Wondership. Its bulk lay blackly against the faint, phosphorescent
glow of the black barren.
Then he felt his scalp tighten and his mouth go dry while his heart
seemed to stop for an instant and then pound furiously, shaking his
frame.
For a second he had seen something that had almost startled him into a
cry. A dark figure was creeping round the Wondership, crouched like an
ape as it examined the craft.
The boy had hardly caught a glimpse of it before it vanished, gliding
swiftly like an animal into the brush. Jack rubbed his eyes.
"Am I seeing things?" he asked himself, "but no, I'm positive, as sure
as I stand here, that that was a human figure sneaking about down
there. Who could it have been?"
Jack did not sleep much more that night. The thought that they were
not alone on the island was a disquieting one.