’RASTUS ABIMELECH BELSHAZZAR JOHNSON
“Who can that be?” asked Fred, as the startled boys focused their eyes
on the tree.
“Search me,” replied Bobby. “But whoever it is, we want to talk to him
right away. It isn’t likely he intends any harm, and maybe he’ll know a
way to get out of this swamp.”
“More likely he’s lost in it, just the same as ourselves,” conjectured
Fred, but followed Bobby and Lee who had already started in the
direction of the tree.
When they were within twenty feet of it, they halted.
“Hello there!” sang out Bobby. “Come out from behind that tree, please.
We want to talk to you.”
A woolly head peered cautiously around the side of the tree and then a
diminutive darkey boy appeared in full view.
Recognition on both sides was instantaneous.
“Why,” cried Lee, “that’s the boy who fell overboard on the way down
from New York, the one that Bobby saved by throwing him the life
preserver!”
“The one with the long name!” exclaimed Fred. “Let’s see, it was—”
“’Rastus Abimelech Belshazzar Johnson,” finished the little darkey
proudly, with a grin that showed all his white teeth. “An’ Ah sure am
spifflicated to meet all you young gem’mun agin, speshul dis one what
saved mah life,” indicating Bobby.
“Maybe you can do the same for us now,” said Bobby. “We’re lost in this
swamp. Do you know the way out?”
“Ah sho will,” replied ’Rastus, and a moment flash of his gleaming
ivories. “Ah wuz bo’n an’ brung up only a few miles fum heah. Reckon Ah
cud fin’ mah way fru dis yeah swamp wiv mah eyes shet.”
This was indeed good news to the boys, who felt as if a thousand tons
had been lifted from their hearts.
“Fac’ is,” continued ’Rastus, “Ah cum along wiv a pahty what wuz lookin’
fur you-all. Dey’s only a little way fum heah, an’ Ah specs Ah’d better
go an’ info’mation dem dat you-all ez heah.”
“You bet you would,” cried Lee. “Hurry up, ’Rastus, and you’ll find that
this was the best day’s work you ever did.”
“’Rastus is going to be our Moses to lead us out of the wilderness,”
cried Fred gleefully.
“Mah name ain’t Moses,” replied their deliverer. “It am ’Rastus
Abimelech Belshazzar Johnson.”
“And a mighty good name it is,” said Bobby, “and one that we’ll always
remember. But now let’s see how quick you’ll be in finding the other
people and bringing them here.”
“Ah sho will,” replied ’Rastus, and a moment later he had vanished like
a shadow among the vines and tree trunks.
“Thank heaven,” cried Lee as they looked after his retreating figure.
“Before night we’ll all be back in the home that I began to fear we’d
never see again.”
“It’s glorious,” agreed Bobby, “but after all, perhaps it’s all for the
best that we’ve had to stay in the swamp as long as we have. If help had
come yesterday, for instance, we wouldn’t have found the boundary
stones. That’s paid us for all the trouble and danger we’ve been
through.”
In a few minutes they heard the sound of voices, and soon a party of
four men came in sight, with ’Rastus Abimelech Belshazzar Johnson
proudly leading the way.
There were broad smiles on their faces as the boys rushed forward to
meet them and it was hard to tell which group was the more delighted.
All talked together, and there was a general hubbub until the excitement
quieted down a little.
The leader of the party was a Mr. Lanfranc, the Parish Clerk of that
section, a big, bluff, genial man, who was a great friend of the Cartier
family.
“I can’t tell you how relieved we are to find you boys,” he said, as he
slapped Lee affectionately on the shoulder. “We’ve been beating the
swamp for you for the last two days. But it covers so many miles of
territory that it’s almost like looking for a needle in a haystack. But
thank God that we’ve found you at last, alive and well. Your poor mother
has been almost crazy about you. Here, ’Rastus,” he continued, turning
to the little darkey who stood by, all smiles and swelling with a sense
of his importance, “you go right away to the Cartier place and tell Mrs.
Cartier that we’ve found the boys, that they’re all right, and that
we’ll be home before night.”
With another flash of his white teeth, ’Rastus was off on his errand.
“We’d go right away,” explained Mr. Lanfranc to Lee, “only we have a
rendezvous with another party to meet them at noon only a little way
from here. As soon as they know you’ve been found we’ll have a bit of
lunch and then we’ll all make tracks for home. But how did it come about
that you got lost?” he continued. “I understand you went away in the
motor boat. What became of that?”
“Jim Boolus stole it from us,” replied Lee.
“What!” cried Mr. Lanfranc.
He listened while Lee told him of the confession they had extorted from
the negro boy who had acted as the tool of Boolus, and his face grew
dark with wrath, that was reflected on those of the other members of the
party.
“The old scoundrel!” he exclaimed. “That caps the climax. For a long
time he’s been the bane of this parish. But up to now he’s been so
cunning that the law has had no chance to get a grip on him. But this
time he’s overreached himself, and the minute we can lay our hands on
him we’ll clap him in jail. It will be a double satisfaction to do that,
because of the way he’s been trying to get your mother’s property away
from her. I’m afraid he may do that yet.”
“No, he won’t!” cried Lee jubilantly. “We’ve found the boundary stones
of the property!”