WITH THE BOYS.
CONSIDERING the misfortunes which had befallen them, the two chums
were in surprisingly good spirits, as they picked their way through
the marsh, headed South. It was a relief to be free from the dread and
apprehension under which they had labored for so many days.
"I feel almost as though we were on a picnic, instead of being
shipwrecked sailors who have been robbed of their ship, and have lost
all except the clothes on their backs," Charley declared.
"Everything is going to turn out all right after all," agreed Walter,
hopefully. "Chris is going to get over his wound all right. He and the
captain will have no trouble in getting plenty of food and water. We
had ought to reach Judson by dark, and we'll get a boat or wagon and
return for them at once. We can easily get from Judson to Tarpon, and
there we can get the United States Commissioner to take up our case,
and the minute the 'Beauty' enters port she will be seized and held
for us. At the worst it will only mean the loss of our diving boat and
a little patient waiting. And think of the store of gold which will be
ours for a little work."
But his chum was not quite so optimistic. "I do not think that we had
better build too great hopes on recovering either our ship or the
gold," he observed. "That Manuel is a clever rascal. I fear he will
rise to the occasion. He may think that we are wrecked in the storm
but I am convinced he will take no chances. He will plan and scheme to
the last to secure the ship and money and save his own neck from the
halter. He may be caught at last but he will not sail boldly into any
port. He's too wary for that."
His words did not dampen Walter's high spirits. "There is a revenue
cutter at Tarpon," reminded his chum. "As soon as we get to Judson, we
will telegraph to the Commissioner. He will not wait for the 'Beauty'
to touch a port if we can put our case strong enough. He will start the
cutter out in search of her at once."
"I hope you are right. If we are going to make Judson before dark,
however, we are going to have to travel faster than we are going now.
It's slow going amongst this mud and rock. Let us make our way inshore
and see if it's any better traveling there."
But as they approached close to the mainland they saw that there was
no hopes of easier traveling in that direction. The dense hammock
jungle extended down to the edge of the marsh. To make one's way
through it would be far slower than to continue over the marsh. They,
accordingly, retraced their steps to the water's edge. It was slightly
easier traveling close to the water. The waves had beat down the marsh
grass along the edge leaving a kind of beach of rock and mud. It was
hard and dangerous walking but safer than over the marsh itself, where
the rank growth hid the treacherous bog holes.
The boys often paused in their march to examine the masses of stuff
that had been cast up by the waves. The squall of the night before had
robbed the bottom of great masses of seaweed and had taken heavy toll
of the life in the water. Every few minutes the lads would pass great
clumps of seaweed tangled together in beautiful rainbows of bright
scarlets, yellows, crimsons and purples. Curiously enough, the storm
had dealt very harshly with the finny tribe. Likely many of the fish
had been caught in shoal water and their lives beaten out against the
cruel rocks. They dotted the shore and the chums frequently halted to
admire one's curious shape or coloring.
"I wonder what kind this one is?" said Walter, pointing to a long slim
fish of a beautiful brilliant green.
"That is a parrot fish," his chum enlightened him. "I think they are
one of the most beautiful fishes that swim. They are of all colors,
some are violet, some of golden, some scarlet, and in fact, they are
found of every shade and hue. They get their names from their many
brilliant colors, I guess."
"What a wonderful mysterious thing the sea is," Walter commented. "I
never realized before how much of strange life it contains."
"What we see along the beach this morning is only a very small sample
of its population," his chum replied. "Sometimes, I think that all
life must have come first from the sea. There is hardly an animal on
land which has not a grotesque likeness in some creature of the sea.
Take that fish there with the peculiarly shaped head and horns. Its
resemblance to a cow is so striking that it has been named the cow
fish. There is another little fish with a head just like a horse. It is
called the sea horse. Then there is the toad fish, the frog fish, the
snake fish, and hundreds of others closely resembling the animals after
which they are named. But here," he concluded, "is, in my opinion, the
most wonderful fish I have ever heard of. I have seen many of them but
one always has a puzzling fascination to me."
He had stopped before a flat round-shaped fish which lay stranded
in the edge of the water. It was still alive and struggling feebly
to get back into deeper water. It was of a light-tan color and was
covered with spots of darker hue. On its upper surface was a soft,
spongy-looking, circular spot It was not a pretty looking object and
Walter viewed it with disgust.
"I don't see anything fascinating about it," he commented.
"Just put your finger on that soft spongy place," Charley directed,
"that's where it's wonderful secret is concealed. It is not poisonous,"
he added as his chum hesitated.
Walter bent down and pressed his finger against the spongy mass. The
next instant he leaped back with a cry of alarm, shaking his arm madly.
"Jerusalem!" he exclaimed. "What is it?"
"Got a shock did you?" laughed his chum. "That's an electrical fish.
Their mystery to me lies in where they get the electricity with which
they are charged. Even a small one like that contains enough to give a
powerful shock."
The morning had been advancing rapidly as they walked and talked and
the sun was shining down hot on their bare heads. Charley, justifying
Chris' confidence in him, was quick to recognize the danger from its
torrid rays.
He cast a look up at the sun. "It is nearly noon," he declared. "We
must get something to cover our heads with and then find something to
eat. I am getting as hungry as a wolf."
There was nothing along the rocky, muddy beach that would do for hats
and the two bent their steps in towards the mainland. There, they broke
off small leafy branches and thrust the stems down the backs of their
shirts so that the leaves would tower above, and shade their heads.
These made only a poor substitute for hats, but shed off the fiercest
rays of the sun.
Close to where they broke off the boughs was a small running stream and
the boys drank thankfully of its cold sweet water.
"We have no time to waste in cooking and I fear our bill-o-fare for
dinner will be rather scanty," Charley said. "Let's look around here
and see if we cannot find fruit of some kind."
There were palmetto berries in plenty all along the high bank but the
lads had no desire to partake of them except in a case of necessity.
Seeing nothing promising along the edge of the jungle, they scrambled
up the bank and made their way slowly and cautiously into the hammock,
keeping a wary eye out for snakes. They found fruit of several kinds
in abundance, but most of it Charley rejected as being poisonous, or
not fit to eat. They gathered two kinds which he declared were both
palatable and nourishing. One was a golden-red fruit about the size of
a pear. It contained a large nut to which the meat clung closely. One
bite into it and the boys' hands and faces were smeared with sticky
juice. "I would recognize that smeary juice and strong turpentine
flavor, anywhere," laughed Walter, "these are mangoes, the fruit, they
say, you have got to get into a bath-tub to eat if you want to keep
clean."
The second fruit was about the size of a large plum and snow white in
color with a blotch of red on the sides. Its meat was sweet, milky and
slightly puckering.
"They are cocoa-plums," Charley explained. "They are considered quite
nutritious but I would be afraid to eat a great many of them at a time
on account of their puckerishness. We can eat all we want to of the
mangoes however, they will not hurt us."
As soon as their repast was finished the boys filled their pockets with
mangoes and cocoa-plums and hastened back to the shore.
They plodded steadily along while the afternoon wore away, but their
progress over the rocks and mud was slow and they realized that they
would not be able to reach Judson before darkness rendered further
traveling dangerous.
They were passing a matted clump of seaweed on the shore when Charley,
stopping with a cry of delight, fished out from its midst a round piece
of wood about four feet in length, from which trailed a long, light
line badly frayed in places by the rock.
"Do you recognize this?" he shouted.
"No," replied his chum in wonder at his excitement.
"It's the buoy that marked the place where the gold ship lay. The
Greeks will have a job to locate the gold now. That storm must have
chafed the rope in two against a ledge of coral. Hurrah, hurrah."
"I don't see but that is as bad news for us as for the Greeks," Walter
said, dubiously.
"It is, in a way," his chum replied. "Of course it will make it harder
for us to find the exact spot where the treasure lays, but the Greeks
will be delayed by it and that will give us a chance to get there with
the revenue cutter and catch them before they get all the gold removed
and get away."