The Fate of Plum Plucky
It had been three months since Jack had seen Plum, so he resolved to go to
De la Pama and see his friend before making another move in his venture.
But he had not left town before he was surprised to meet his friend, who
had come to Cobija in search of him.
"Lost my job and so I thought I would hunt you up," said the latter,
bluntly. "Got a stunning piece of news for you, too. There is an American
brig ship just above here at the next town, and I made bold to ask him to
take your cargo to New York. He says he will do it for a snip in the
profits."
This was a bit of news worth hearing, and in the exuberance of his
spirits, Jack flung his cap high into the air and threw his arms about the
neck of his friend.
"At last I believe my dream will be fulfilled, but I shall never forget it
was you who helped to accomplish it. But I want to pay the money I owe
you."
"Not yet, Jack; better keep it awhile longer. I know it is safe. You may
need it you know. Besides I am going to the States with you. I have got
enough of this country. The war grows hotter and hotter up St. Resa way. I
am homesick!"
Jack lost no time in seeing the captain of the brig, a man named
Hillgrove, and who gave our hero a most cordial greeting. He had been in
Bouton daring his adventurous career, though he could give Jack no
information of his friends. He knew John Fowler, the great engine builder,
and that simple fact gave him confidence in the young speculator, who must
have presented a not very favorable appearance to him.
Jack's long exposure to the tropical sun had fairly blackened his
countenance, his hair was long and unkempt, while his clothes were sadly
in need of repair, or more truthfully new ones to take their place. But
there was an honest frankness in his manner, and Captain Hillgrove entered
into the spirit of the venture with a hearty good-will. The bluff old sea
dog, too, true to his nature, was anxious to get out to sea again as soon
as possible.
"I must and will get out of this infernal country within a week," he said.
"So I will run down to Cobija as soon as possible, and if your nitrates is
on board by that time the old _Elizabeth_ will be good-natured."
Plum having decided to go home with Jack, it was necessary for him to
return to De la Pama for his money.
"I will be back sure, Jack, on the third, if not before," were his parting
words.
Captain Hillgrove ran into Cobija the next morning, when the loading of
the nitrates was begun with as little delay as possible, Jack feeling in
the best of spirits as he superintended the work.
But on the eve of the third day, Jack having got the last of the cargo
aboard a little after noon, to his anxiety, Plum Plucky had not appeared.
"He will surely come before morning, unless something has happened to him,
for I never knew Plum to break his word," said Jack to the skipper.
"Can't wait any longer!" declared captain Hillgrove the following morning,
when it was found that Plum was still missing. "We shall all be
confiscated by these infernal Spaniards."
Jack was now really alarmed about his friend, whom he believed had been
waylaid and robbed. But he could not think of leaving without making a
search for him.
"I am going to start for De la Pama to look for him, but you may expect me
back by sunset."
"If you are not I shall set sail without you, for I have seen some of the
Chilian spies around today."
"You need not wait any longer than sunset," said Jack, who could not blame
the other for his impatience.
Losing no more time, Jack mounted a fleet pony that he had hired at an
exorbitant price, and set out for De la Pama at a furious pace.
Toward noon he was gladdened by the sight of an inhabitant of the town
whom he knew, and who was on his way to Cobija.
Halting the Peruvian he inquired of him in regard to Plum. This fellow,
who knew Plum well, replied that he had seen him in town, and that he had
left two days before. Upon second thought, he volunteered the startling
information that news had come of an American being waylaid and killed by
a party of bush-raiders a dozen miles east of De la Pama!
"Did the young engineer start directly for Cobija?" asked Jack anxiously.
"No; he went toward the east, saying he wished to go to Don de Estuaray
before he went to Cobija."
This was sufficient to arouse the fears of Jack, who procured a fresh
horse and put on as rapidly as possible across the wild country toward the
estancia of Don de Estuaray.
All the afternoon he rode as fast as he could, but he saw nothing of his
missing friend. In his anxiety he halted on top of an eminence of land
commanding a wide view of the surrounding country, to scan the lonely
scene.
His attention was finally caught and held by the flight of one of those
enormous vultures of the Andes, which was descrying a circle in the air
directly over the valley at his feet. Smaller and smaller grew the orbit
of this dark bird while he watched, until suddenly it ended its gyrations
and swooped swiftly down out of sight.
Then a second took its place in the air, soon following it to the earth,
in turn succeeded by a third, and that by another, and so on, until a
dozen had come and gone in this mysterious way.
With a dread foreboding at his heart, Jack rode forward into the isolated
valley, when, from a small opening in the centre of the place the sudden
whir of wings and the rapid flight of many dark bodies told him the secret
of it all.
He found what he expected a moment later--the bones of a human being
picked clean of all flesh by the vultures, while scattered here and there
were shreds and pieces of the garments worn by the unfortunate person.
He found enough of the clothes to know only too well that they belonged to
his lost friend Plum Plucky, and tears filled his eyes as he turned away
to shut out the sad spectacle.
"This is fearful!" he murmured. "Poor, poor fellow!"
At this very moment, though of course unknown to him, tired of waiting for
him any longer, Captain Hillgrove was sailing out of Gobija harbor,
anxious to reach the open sea before night should set in.