CHAPTER XXXIII.

HOMEWARD BOUND.

One can readily fancy what a feeling of perfect content had come over

the boys after finding themselves once more with nearly all the crew of

the Sea Dream.

There was no longer anything to cause anxiety; the vengeful Indians had

been left far behind, and the fear of an attack was among the things of

the past.

"I used to think it would be mighty nice to go into some such place as

we have just left," Neal said to Teddy, while the two were sitting under

the awning aft, some distance from their companions; "but now we know

what the reality is like, I've had enough."

"I suppose our story would sound pretty fair if it was put into a book;

but whoever wrote it couldn't be all the time telling about how hungry

and tired we were, how the mosquitoes and flies nearly ate us up, how

thoroughly we were frightened the greater portion of the time, nor how

disagreeable it is to be where there's precious little chance for a

fellow to keep clean."

"That is why adventures seem so nice when you read about them, for all

the trifling things which serve to make a person uncomfortable in both

body and mind are omitted."

"Yes," Teddy said very emphatically, "one day would be enough for any

fellow I know, and the idea of going where there is likely to be plenty

of chance for adventure will never again have any fascination for me."

In this strain the boys talked until dinner was served on deck, which

was not a particularly well cooked meal, after which the conversation

became general.

The re-united party spoke chiefly of Mr. Walters' determination to

remain with Cummings, and while listening to it Jake forgot all else

save the wonderful sights he had seen in the famous city.

"I have a good mind to stay with you," he finally said. "The idea that I

have been where silver could be had for the labor of carrying it away,

and didn't get any, makes me angry with myself. Now that Mr. Walters has

concluded to try his hand at it I believe I'll do the same thing."

Poyor looked up quickly, shook his head very decidedly, and Cummings

said emphatically:

"Then it will be necessary for you to go alone; I've been there once

with you, and it was only by the rarest good fortune that we succeeded

in coming away alive, therefore I'm not disposed to try the same

dangerous experiment again."

"I suppose you think I would make a fool of myself once more?"

"I am positive of it. When your opinion chanced to be at variance with

ours you would go straight on without giving the slightest heed to the

consequences. It is best for you to stay with the boys."

Jake had nothing more to say; but later in the day he told Neal and

Teddy privately that he believed he would venture into the swamp alone.

"I could do it as well as Poyor can. They want to make out that it is a

very dangerous venture."

"You thought the same on the night when that beautiful scar was

presented, and also when you wandered away from the cave, unable to find

your way back," Neal replied with a laugh.

Then Jake had a desperate fit of the sulks from which he did not recover

until the schooner was standing up the coast under the influence of the

strong night breeze.

The voyage to Progresso from this time on occupied but a few hours. The

clumsy looking vessel proved to be a good sailor, and on the following

afternoon she had dropped anchor in the harbor, twenty-four hours before

the next steamer was advertised to leave.

There was yet plenty of chance to bid good-by to those who intended to

remain behind, and the last moments were spent together rather than

visit the quaint town, for no one could say whether they would meet

again.

Jake made no further preparation to join the treasure seekers, and Neal

felt positive that if they had allowed him to make one of the party his

courage would have failed him at the last minute.

Not until a late hour in the night was there any attempt to break up the

gathering. Each felt a certain repugnance to so doing, and if Mr. Emery

had not finally insisted on retiring all might have remained under the

awning until morning.

"It is good-by as well as good-night," Cummings said as he arose. "We do

not care to stay here very long for fear some of the Chan Santa Cruz may

recognize us, and by daybreak I propose to be on our way to Merida, from

which point we shall return to the hut where we first saw the

castaways."

"We can at least count on hearing from you," Mr. Emery said. "The boys

will be eager to learn how your venture succeeded."

"It is not convenient to post a letter where a journey of fifty miles on

foot is necessary to reach a mailing place; but you shall hear from us

at the first favorable opportunity."

With Jake, Cummings and Poyor spent but little time; neither had any

especial love for him after all that had happened; but with the boys the

Indian was almost affectionate.

"If the gods will listen to Poyor's prayer your lives shall be free from

clouds," he said gravely, and laying his hands on their heads he went

through a certain ceremony as if blessing them, after which he did not

speak again.

If good wishes were of any avail both Walters and Cummings should have

succeeded in their attempt to carry away treasure from the Silver City;

but whether they have yet been able to do so neither Neal nor Teddy

know, for not a word has been heard from them since that parting in the

harbor at Progresso.

The trip home was as uneventful as is usually the case when one travels

on a steam vessel, and at about the time when the Sea Dream should have

arrived the castaways landed in New York before the news of the yacht's

destruction had been learned.

As a consequence neither Teddy's parents nor Neal's mother had been

anxious concerning them, and the home coming was a very tame affair, as

compared with what both had been through.

Even at this late day the boys are speculating as to whether the white

men and the Indian ever succeeded in their desires, and both believe the

news will soon come that Cummings has been able to read the inscriptions

on the monuments at Copan by the aid of his researches in the Silver

City.

THE END.

End of Project Gutenberg's The Search for the Silver City, by James Otis

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