PRISONERS IN THE FOREST
Dick was the first to go on guard and during the initial hour of his
vigil practically nothing came to disturb him. He heard the occasional
cry of the nightbirds and the booming of the surf on the reefs and the
shore of the isle, and saw numerous fireflies flit to and fro, and
that was all.
"I don't believe they'll come back," he murmured to himself. "Like as
not they are afraid to advance on the trail and also afraid to trust
themselves to this jungle in the darkness."
Dick had found some wild fruit growing close at hand and he began to
sample this. But it was bitter, and he feared to eat much, thinking it
might make him sick. Then, to keep awake, for he felt sleepy because
of his long tramp, he took out his knife and began to cut his initials
on a stately palm growing beside the temporary camp.
Dick had just finished one letter and was starting the next when of a
sudden he found himself caught from behind. His arms were pinned to
his side, his pistol wrenched from his grasp, and a hand that was not
overly clean was clapped over his mouth.
"Not a sound, Rover, if you know when you are well off!" said a voice
into his ear.
Despite this warning the lad would have yelled to his brothers, but he
found this impossible. He had been attacked by Merrick and Shelley,
and Cuffer stood nearby, ready with a stick, to crack him over the
head should he show fight. The attack had come in the dark, the gas
lamp and the lantern, having been extinguished when the party from the
_Josephine_ drew close.
Merrick had prepared himself for his nefarious work, and in a
twinkling he had Dick's hands bound behind him and had a gag placed in
the youth's mouth. Then he had the lad bound fast to a nearby tree.
In the meantime Tom and Sam were sleeping soundly. The two brothers
lay each with a hand close to the other, and with caution Merrick and
his party tied the two hands together. Then they tied the lads' feet,
so that they could not run.
"What's the meaning of this?" cried Tom, struggling to rise, as did
Sam.
"It means you are prisoners!" cried Tad Sobber, who had had small part
in the operations, but who was ready to do all the "crowing" possible.
"Prisoners!" gasped Sam. "Where is Dick?" he added.
"Also a prisoner," said Tad, with a chuckle. "You thought you had
fooled us nicely, but I guess we have turned the tables on you."
"I suspected you Rovers," said Sid Merrick.
"Really!" answered Tom, sarcastically. "You acted it!"
"See here, don't you get funny, young man. Please remember you are in
our power."
"And we'll do some shooting, if we have to," added Tad, bombastically.
"Tad, I guess I can do the talking for this crowd," said his uncle.
"You were afraid of the ghosts, Tad," said Sam. "You must have run
about a mile!" And the youngest Rover grinned in spite of the
predicament he was in.
"You shut up I." roared Tad Sobber, and exhibited some of the
brutality that had made him so hated at Putnam Hall by raising his
foot and kicking Sam in the side.
"Stop!" cried the youngest Rover, in pain. "What a brute you are!"
"Leave my brother alone!" came from Tom.
"A fine coward you are, to kick him when he is a prisoner! You
wouldn't dare to try it if he was free."
"I wouldn't, eh? I want you to understand I'm not afraid of anybody,"
blustered Tad. "I am--"
"Tad, be quiet," cried his uncle. "I am fully capable of managing this
affair. Don't kick him again."
"Yes, but look here, Uncle Sid, they--"
"I will take care of things," cried Sid Merrick, and so sharply that
his nephew at once subsided. But on the sly he shook his fist at both
Tom and Sam.
"Maybe we had better make sure that nobody else is around," suggested
Shelley, who had been Merrick's best aide in the capture.
"All right, look around if you want to," was Merrick's reply. "I am
pretty certain these boys are alone here--although more persons from
the steam yacht may be ashore."
They looked around, but, of course, found nobody else. Then Dick, Tom
and Sam were tied in a row to three trees which were handy. Merrick
took possession of their single weapon.
"I don't want you to hurt yourselves with it," he said, grimly.
"Merrick, this is a high handed proceeding," said Dick, when the gag
was removed from his mouth.
"No more so than was your statement of owning the isle," was the
answer.
"What are you going to do with us?"
"Nothing."
"I must say I don't understand you."
"What should I do with you? I don't enjoy your company. I am here
solely to get that treasure, as you must know. I am going after that
and leave you where you are."
"Bound to these trees?"
"Certainly."
"Supposing we can't get loose?" remonstrated Tom. "We may starve to
death!"
"That will be your lookout. But I reckon you'll get loose sooner or
later, although we've bound you pretty tight."
"Can I have a drink before you go?" asked Sam, who was dry.
"Don't give 'em a drop, Uncle Sid!" cried Tad. "They don't deserve
it."
"Oh, they can have a drink," said Sid Merrick. "I'd give a drink even
to a dog," he added, and passed around some water the boys had in a
bottle.
Less than fifteen minutes later the three Rover boys found themselves
alone in the forest. The Merrick party had lit their acetylene gas
lamp and the lantern and struck out once more along the trail which
they supposed would take them to the treasure cave. The boys heard
them for a short distance, and then all became dark and silent around
them.
"Well, now we are in a pickle and no mistake," remarked Sam, with a
long sigh.
"That ghost business proved a boomerang," was Tom's comment. "It's a
pity we didn't dig out for the shore, signal to the steam yacht, and
tell father and the others about what was going on."
"There is no use crying over spilt milk," said Dick. "The first thing
to do is to get free."
"Yes, and that's real easy," sniffed Tom. "I am bound up like a bale
of hay to be shipped to the South Pole!"
"And the cord on my wrists is cutting right into the flesh," said Sam.
"If we were the heroes of a dime novel we'd shoo these ropes away in a
jiffy," went on Tom, with a grin his brothers could not see. "But
being plain, everyday American boys I'm afraid we'll have to stay tied
up until somebody comes to cut us loose."
"Oh, for a faithful dog!" sighed Sam. "I saw a moving picture once in
which a dog came and untied a girl who was fastened to a tree. I'd
give as much as five dollars for that dog right now."
"Make it six and a half, Sam, and I'll go half," answered Tom.
"Well, this is no joke," declared Dick, almost severely. "We must get
free somehow--or they'll get that treasure and be off with it before
father and the others have a chance to land. We've got to do
something."
They all agreed they "had to do something," but what that something was
to be was not clear. They worked over their bonds until their wrists
were cut and bleeding and then gave the task up. It was so dark they
could see each other but dimly, and the darkness and quietness made
them anything but lighthearted.
"Supposing some wild beast comes to chew us up," said Sam, presently,
after a silence that was positively painful.
"We know there are no big beasts on these islands," answered Dick.
"Don't worry yourself unnecessarily, Sam. We've got troubles enough as
it is."
"The only beasts here are human beasts," said Tom, "and their names
are Merrick, Sobber, Cuffer and Shelley," and he said this so dryly
his brothers had to laugh.
Slowly the night wore away, each hour dragging more than that which
preceded it. Two or three times the boys tried again to liberate
themselves, but fared no better than before, indeed, Dick fared worse,
for he came close to spraining his left wrist. The pain for a while
was intense and it was all he could do to keep from crying out.
"I'd like to know what time it is," said Sam, when the first streak of
dawn began to show among the trees.
"And I'd like to know if Merrick has found the treasure cave," added
Dick.
"It will soon be morning," came from Tom, and he was right. The rising
sun did not penetrate to where they stood, but it tipped the tops of
the trees with gold and made it light enough for them to see each
other quite plainly.
The boys were glad that day had come at last, for being prisoners in
the light was not half as bad as in the dark. Each looked at the
others rather curiously.
"Well, we are still here," said Tom laconically.
"Yes, and liable to stay here," added Sam.
"I wonder if father is getting ready to land," said Dick. "I suppose
if he does he will come ashore where we did."
"Yes, but that is a good distance from here," was Sam's comment.
"Wonder if it would do us any good to yell?" said Tom.
"And bring Merrick and his gang down on us," said his younger brother.
"No, thank you."
"I don't believe they are around," said Dick. "I am going to try my
lungs." And he began to yell with all the power of his vocal organs.
Then Tom and Sam joined in, and they kept this up, off and on, for
fully an hour.
"I am not only dry but hungry," said Tom. "Wish I had that lunch we
brought along."
"Tad Sobber sneaked that away," said Dick. "If ever there was a fellow
with a heart of stone he's the chap. Why, Dan Baxter in his worst days
wasn't as bad as this young rascal."
Another hour went by and then Dick uttered an exclamation:
"Listen!"
"What did you hear?" asked his brothers.
"I thought I heard somebody calling!"
They strained their ears and from a great distance heard a cry, but
what it was they could not make out.
"Let's call back," said Dick.
"It may do us harm," interposed Sam.
"We'll take the chance," said Tom, and started a loud cry, in which
all joined. They waited patiently for an answer to come back. But for
several minutes there was absolute silence. Then, to their surprise, a
pistol shot sounded out.
"Hullo!" ejaculated Dick. "Something is up, I wonder what it is?"