THE ISLAND HARBOR
The great joy that the friends of Dave Fearless had experienced, at
discovering him almost in reach, now gave way to great anxiety as he
seemed lost to them again.
Bob Vilett was summoned to the engine room by his superior. Amos
Fearless went back to the cabin, looking dejected and sad.
Captain Broadbeam fumed secretly. He paced the deck rapidly, going
through considerable mental perturbation.
Pat Stoodles saw the expedition ashore abandoned.
He knew the captain's fiery moods and kept out of the way for a spell.
When the _Swallow_ turned her head directly north he approached
Broadbeam.
"It's on your way you'd be going, captain dear?" mildly observed
Stoodles.
"Don't you see I am?" challenged Broadbeam petulantly.
"It's disturbed ye are, I see," said the plausible Irishman. "Ochone,
ye may well be. Wirra-wirra! that fine broth of a boy, Dave Fearless,
abandoned to his fate. Deserted by his friends."
"Who's abandoning him, who's deserting him?" flamed out the captain.
"That's it. I was asking your honor," said Stoodles innocently. "Of
course ye have plans to assist the lad. I know the island. Wasn't I
their king once on a time? Make me your confidant, captain dear.
What's your plans?"
"I'll show those bloodthirsty villains soon," declared Broadbeam,
shaking his ponderous fist at the island. "I'm going around to anchor
in the cove at the northwest end of the island."
"I see," nodded Stoodles thoughtfully. "A foine spot. And then,
captain?"
"Every man aboard armed to the teeth, and let those savages look out.
My duty is first to my ship. When I have her safe at anchorage it's
Dave Fearless, first, last, and all the time."
"Captain," observed Stoodles enthusiastically, "you're a jewel!"
Stoodles went apart by himself, smiling and apparently intensely
satisfied. He seemed planning something all the rest of the time it
took to go about one-third around the island.
The sheltered cove into which the _Swallow_ finally ran was located at a
remote and unfrequented part of the island.
It was here that on a former occasion a derelict had lain shut in,
undiscovered for a long time, by great forests and guarded by steep
cliffs towards the sea.
The ravages of a great cyclone were visible here and there as the
_Swallow_ neared its port. The steamer ran under a network of vines that
hung like a curtain across the front of this singular cove.
The first thing done, once a permanent mooring was made, was to carry a
portable forge ashore. Adams, the engineer, selected two of the crew
who had some knowledge of blacksmithing.
"We'll have the _Swallow_ in taut trim inside of three days, captain,"
Adams promised.
"Good," nodded the commander. "I leave it to you. Now then, to adopt
some plan to reach Dave Fearless."
The boatswain came up and touched his cap respectfully.
"What is it, Drake?" inquired Broadbeam.
"That man, Gerstein."
"Well, what about him?"
"Uneasy, sir. I've been watching him closely. I found a package of
food and a knife and a pistol hidden under his bunk this morning."
"You did, eh?" muttered the captain thoughtfully. "Preparing to bolt,
you think?"
"I know it."
"Won't do," advised Broadbeam tersely. "Lock him up."
"In irons, captain?"
"No, the hold storeroom is safe and sound. Put him there. We mustn't
let the man escape until we know what he knows."
Captain Broadbeam had a long talk with Amos Fearless. He decided that
early the next morning they would make up a strong party, well armed,
and march on the native town of the Windjammers.
"Come in here, my friends," said the captain to Pat Stoodles and Bob
Vilett, at the end of his talk with Mr. Fearless.
He then told them of his decision. Stoodles did not say much. Bob was
pleased and eager to start on the foray.
"I hope we shall be in time," sighed Dave's father anxiously. "Those
natives may even now have killed their captives."
"You're wrong there, Mr. Fearless," declared Stoodles, with confidence.
"Listen, sir. Wasn't I once king of that fine lot of natives? Don't I
know their ways? Very well, my friends, if you will look at the moon
to-night you will find it on the lasht quarther. The Windjammers never
kill a prisoner except from a new moon up to a full moon."
"Is that true, Pat?" asked Captain Broadbeam.
"True to the letther, sir--who knows betther than I, who have had
experience? Yes, sir, they won't harm the lad or his comrades for over
a week at the least, unless in a fight or an accident. Those natives
who came out on the big rock had come there to cast another spell on the
ship. Dave couldn't get away seawards without dropping into the sea.
He couldn't fight half the tribe. He's given in quietly, as we saw,
sir. They'll shut him up; that's all for the present. We'll get him
out; that's all for the future. Now, captain dear, I've got something
of a favor to ask of you."
"All right, Pat, what is it?"
"Don't march down on the Windjammers. I've said nothing against your
plans until the right moment."
"Well?" asked Broadbeam.
"I've a betther plan than your own to offer. Listen, sir--the most you
can muster is half a dozen able men."
"A dozen, fully."
"And leave the ship unguarded? All right, captain, call it a dozen.
What then? You march on a thousand natives. No, no, sir," said
Stoodles, shaking his head solemnly, "they would wipe you off the face
of the earth, first move. Don't be foolish, sir. Let me thry."
"Try what?"
"To rescue me young friend, Dave Fearless. Captain, you remember how I
hocused them and came it over them when you were here before?"
"Yes, Pat, I have a very vivid memory of some of your whimsical doings,"
answered the captain, smiling.
"Then one favor, captain: loan me Bob Vilett and a few traps I need.
Give me two days to bring back Dave Fearless."
Amos Fearless looked anxious, the captain undecided.
"Do it, captain," urged Bob Vilett eagerly. "I have great faith in Mr.
Stoodles."
The captain reflected seriously for a moment or two. He glanced at the
old diver. The latter nodded. Anything that might affect his son's
welfare appealed to him strongly.
"Do it, then," said Captain Broadbeam, "only, remember, you two take
your own risks."