TREACHERY.
The Senor had passed an anxious day. He had at first thought of going on
board the Sea Eagle and demand surrender of his daughter. But he feared,
after the revelation made by Jim, that he would be but placing in
Broome's hands opportunity for further evil.
At four o'clock, therefore, he summoned the innkeeper, who brought from
the corral two horses. One the Senor mounted, and leading the other, he
started for the arranged place of meeting. Jim and his party were at
that moment in hiding, as had been arranged.
The task of loading the Sea Eagle had evidently been completed, and the
ship itself, under the influence of the tide which was then running out,
was moving very slowly toward the ocean end of the harbor.
With a begrimed and patched sail flapping listlessly, the lugger could
be seen riding motionless at anchor.
There was a brief interval of suspense, then there was observed, moving
toward the shore from under the lea of the lugger, a small boat. In it
were three persons, all well known to Jim. The Senorita sat in the
stern, and so was facing them. At the oars was a big fellow with a
bristling red moustache, close-cropped hair, and evil looking black
eyes. An equally big, red haired woman, Big Annie, the captain's sister,
was in the bow. This woman, as Jim knew from sad experience, was as
powerful as a man.
When the boat grounded, Big Annie sprang lightly ashore, and walked
rapidly toward the appointed tree under which stood the Senor, holding
the bridles of his two horses.
The watching party hidden from observation were not close enough to the
Senor to hear what was said by either he or Big Annie when they met.
They saw the former take from his saddle bag a heavy package which he
gave the woman.
"There is the money!" cried Jim, excitedly.
"Shall we stop them?" asked Juarez.
"No," answered Jim, "but I fear that he is making a mistake. He was not
to give up the money till his daughter was on shore."
"But you are not going to let them get away with the money, are you?"
asked Berwick disgustedly.
"It seems we must," returned Jim. "At least we must for the present. But
I mean to get that later."
"Huh!" muttered Tom. "There is no time like now."
"All we can do now," protested Jim, "is to see that the Senorita is
safe. She is still in these villains' hands, and if we show ourselves,
it will be an excuse for them to try to get away with her. That's what I
fear, anyway."
"See!" called Jo, "the Senor is walking with the woman toward the boat."
"And he promised me to stay at the tree."
Jim was wild with anxiety, yet dare not make known his presence. But the
opportunity to act was close at hand.
Reaching the shore, the Senor and his daughter were exchanging
salutations, while the woman Annie sprang lightly into the boat, and
it was then swung about, seemingly to allow the girl to land. The man
rose from his seat as if to lend aid. Big Annie took the oars, and
immediately, with quickly repeated strokes impelled by her powerful
arms, the boat shot away. At the same instant the man grasped the
Senorita, holding her before him so as to protect himself from harm
should the Senor be armed. This all happened far more quickly than it
can be described.
Now, all too late, the party in hiding sprang forward.
"Help! Help!" called the Senorita. "Save me, Senor James!" She had at
once recognized him among the party.
It was a desperate situation. The boys were too far away to be of aid.
It was impossible to shoot at the man without risking the life of the
girl. Twice Jim raised his rifle and let it drop, while the Senorita's
call for help rang in his ears.
The Irishman continued to hold the Senorita as a shield, and the woman,
knowing the boys would not shoot her, fiercely swung the oars of the
boat, which was headed toward the lugger.
In a few moments Jim and his party were at the shore, where the Senor in
desperation raged now that it was all too late, bemoaning his
over-confidence and its result.
"What shall we do?" cried Tom.
"Get back to the Storm King as quick as we can," cried Jim, in a
frenzy. "We will run the yacht down and get her if we have to follow
them to the end of the world. Come on!"
The boys, headed by Jim, started off on the run, when they were halted
by a shout from Juarez.
"Here's a boat!" he cried.
Half hidden in the bushes which fringed the shore was the little dinghy
of the lugger.
To seize the boat and rush it down to the water was but the work of a
moment.
"But we haven't any oars!" cried Tom.
"Here is one. Yes, a pair!" exclaimed Jo, who had been rummaging in the
bushes.
"Let me go with you," pleaded the Senor.
"I am sorry," replied Jim, "but the boat will only hold three, and some
will have to stay on shore. There is serious work ahead of us. We don't
know how many there may be on board the lugger."
"Then let me be of the party, I implore you! I am an expert marksman,
and can hit the eye of the bull at a hundred yards."
"Good!" cried Jim. "Juarez, you are the best long distance runner
amongst us. Will you give the Senor your rifle and run as fast as you
can back to the ship and tell the professor to come to our aid with the
Storm King?"
Without a word, Juarez handed his rifle to the Senor and was off with a
speed that carried him over the ground almost as fast as a horse could
gallop.
Leaving Jo and Tom on shore to menace the escaping party with their
rifles if there was opportunity, and with Berwick at the oars, the
dinghy was headed for the lugger.
Barely had they covered a third the distance when they were surprised to
hear a call from the Senorita, and looking in the direction of the sound
they discovered her standing alone on board the lugger.
Her captors had disappeared, as they were soon to learn. Having first
run under the lea of the lugger, they had aided the Senorita to climb on
board, and they themselves keeping the while out of sight of Jim's
party, had rapidly rowed the boat around a point of land and were
nowhere to be seen.
That they were to board the Sea Eagle, which was still to be observed
dropping down the harbor was doubtless their intent, but why had they
surrendered the Senorita? Why taken all the trouble and risk to
recapture and put her on board the lugger? It was an enigma for which
they were later to find a solution.
Jim and his party lost no time in boarding the lugger. The meeting of
father and daughter was affecting, and Jim was covered with confusion by
the profuse thanks of the young lady. He beat a hasty retreat to the
dinghy, where he was held in conversation for a few minutes by the
Senor, then going ashore, he picked up Tom and Jo. He also carried a
message to the Senor's man. His presence in the tree had not proved of
service through no fault of his own. He was now ordered to take the
horses back to the inn.
On Jim's return to the lugger he had a further conference with the Senor
and told him that in a scouting trip during the afternoon he had run
across a party of three, bandits he took them to be, and listening
unobserved to their conversation, he had learned of their intention to
capture someone.
"Do you know of a Captain Beauchamp?" Jim asked.
"No."
"May it not be yourself and your daughter that they are after?" Jim
asked in conclusion.
The Senor was visibly agitated. "For myself alone I have no fear," he
said, "but, alas, my daughter, and she has already suffered so much."
"If I could go with you--"
"That's it," broke in the Senor, "if you and your brothers will
accompany us, we all could be quite safe."
Jim was complimented by this confidence, and was very loath to hesitate,
but his obligations to the professor compelled. He must first refer the
matter to him. Then an idea occurred to Jim, another course was
suggested.
Would the Senor's party go on board the Storm King, and when again at
sea seek a transfer to some passing merchant ship bound for San
Francisco?
The plan well appealed to the Senor, and now the best method of getting
on board the Storm King was considered.
While they were talking, as the darkening atmosphere indicated, a storm
was brewing, and appeared likely to break very shortly over the hills
and bay. The trip by land would be tedious indeed, particularly for the
Senorita. The dinghy would carry but three, and Jim thought, too, that
every minute lost would prejudice his chances for the recovery of the
Sea Eagle. One object of his trip had been accomplished, the rescue of
the Senorita. Now his thoughts turned to the Sea Eagle which at that
moment was doubtless upon the ocean and headed for Cuba. At least he
knew its destination.
The thought occurred to Jim. Why not make use of the lugger on which
they now were? Suggestion was promptly followed by action. Under Jim's
direction the anchor was quickly raised, the patchwork sail was trimmed
and made secure. If the approaching storm held off a bit they could make
the run to the Storm King in short order.
With the relaxation from the intense anxiety of the hours just passed
through, the party was indeed a happy one. Even their Nemesis, the
villainous Mexican, was forgotten. The Senor and Berwick--the latter was
at the helm--found subjects to discuss of mutual interest.
The Senorita, meantime, told Jim of her experience on board the Sea
Eagle, where she had been for some time a prisoner, and he related very
modestly some of the efforts he had made to rescue her.
It was beyond the dinner hour, but that fact was forgotten. The
Senorita, however, was thirsty.
"Was there possibly water on board to drink?"
Jim offered to investigate. He had seen through the hatchway in the dim
region of the hold a cask or two. He climbed down a broken ladder to
institute a search. The first cask when struck with his boot gave out a
sound indicating that it was empty. But there was dimly seen another
cask farther aft. Even near the open hatchway it was dark indeed, and
the approaching storm made the gloom almost impenetrable.
The second cask was open, the head was out. This fact he determined by
feeling about, and reaching down his hand encountered a dry, powdery
ingredient. He noted now that there was a dividing partition just aft,
on which his hand rested. The partition, he discovered, was hot with an
unnatural heat, while the air about him was cool. What was the powdery
stuff in the cask? He could not see, but a little held in his hand by
sense of smell he recognized. And now a crackling sound beyond the
partition wall reached his ear.
The whole picture of their awful position at once flashed upon his mind.
The lugger was a veritable trap. They had been beguiled aboard with but
one horrible purpose in view. There were people Captain Broome wished to
annihilate. The Senor was surely one, Jim and his party the others. The
substance in the cask was powder. Doubtless there was more of the same
stuff about. The boat was on fire.
With one bound Jim was back to the ladder, and was quickly on deck. The
deep intonation of a crash of thunder reverberated through the air,
drowning for the moment his voice. Jo saw his blanched face and knew
that something unusual had happened.
There was no uncertainty in Jim's commands.
"Quick! Instantly, Senor! Your daughter and Berwick into the dinghy! Ask
no questions. We have not a moment to lose!"
Even as he spoke he was drawing the dinghy alongside, Jo springing to
his aid.
"Tom, put into the boat the guns and the Senorita's handbag! Now, quick,
Berwick, man the oars! Row with all your might away from this boat!"
No one had uttered a sound. Jim's white face showed there must be motive
back of his command, and instant action followed. Quickly those ordered
to do so had taken their place in the boat.
"You are not going to stay and face the danger, whatever it is, alone?"
questioned Berwick. The oars were even then bending to the first stroke
of his powerful effort. Jim deigned no reply.
"Tom, Jo, into the water both of you, and swim with the boat!"
Such is the value of quick obedience to command. With no explanation and
without a single question both sprang into the waters of the bay,
followed by Jim himself.
"What's it all about?" Jo finally gasped.
"Not yet. Not yet," repeated Jim, but even as he spoke there came from
the lugger the sound of a most terrible scream. Human voice could not
give utterance to sound more horrible. All the party in the boat and the
swimmers in the water turned toward the direction from which it came to
note the cause.
At the cabin window in the stern of the abandoned vessel was a face
distorted by agony. The person's arms were flung wildly about. It was
the Mexican dwarf. He it was who had planned the trap in which he now
found himself caught. He had set fire to the lugger and was intending
to make his escape in the dinghy. The scream had come when he realized
that his one avenue of escape was cut off, that his plot had miscarried.
Even as the horrified observers noted the conditions there came an
appalling, thunderous crash. Debris filled the air. The old lugger and
the evil face at the window were gone--gone, forever.
The storm so long delayed broke now in all its fury. Jim's party were
safe, and thankful for their preservation, but in a rather dubious
predicament, although it was really no more wet in the water than in the
boat. Each of the boys rested a hand on the gunwhale of the little craft
and discussed their next move. The problem was soon solved for them.
Juarez, together with the steward from the ship, rowing the long boat
was seen approaching.
On board the Storm King, the rescued party when they arrived were made
comfortable. Jim learned that the Sea Eagle had been quietly maneuvered
down the harbor, and under close reefed sail had disappeared into the
obscurity of the storm.
Jim's disappointment was keen, but he felt that he had much to be
thankful for, and was not the Senorita, herself, a member of the party
for a time at least?
"Besides," said the professor, offering consolation, "mayhap you will
make enough from the recovered treasure to buy half a dozen Sea Eagles."
But there was another possibility which the professor did not foresee.
The storm lasted well into the night, but the Storm King was riding
meanwhile safely at anchor. The following morning saw them once more
upon the ocean every sail set and southbound.