Mother Carey's Chicken Part 63
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"Oh," said the boatswain, "we've had a bit of a scare!"
But a narration of this was being given where the other occupants of the boat were partaking of their evening meal.
"Did the creature seem to come any nearer?" said the captain as the little group sat beneath the edge of the cocoa-nut grove, satisfying themselves with the reflected light of the men's fire, which had been lit as a beacon to attract them home.
"I think yes, decidedly," said Morgan, who was rapidly getting better.
"So did I at first," said the major; "but I have been in Africa as well as India, and have heard lions roar. When one of these gentlemen is doing a bit of nightingale he roars in one direction, then in another, now with his head up, and now with it down; and when you add to it that he roars loud and roars soft, he seems to be quite a ventriloquist, and you are puzzled."
"But I think the animal came nearer, my dear," said Mrs O'Halloran.
"I think so, too," said Mrs Strong.
"I'm sure it did, papa," cried Mary.
"Then I'm not," said her father. "It is impossible to tell how near a cry from a jungle may be."
"Well," said the captain, "it is not pleasant to know that such a savage creature is close to our camp. Something must be done."
"Seems a pity to pull up stakes and move," said the major.
"Pity!" said the captain. "Suppose we do move to the far side, we shall still be within reach. We are fixed here, and it seems to me to be the best spot we can find, and the farthest from the volcano. I'm afraid it must be a case of war. Either our friend must be driven away or killed.
What do you say, major, to an expedition in search of him?"
"I'm willing," said the major.
"But the risk?" said Mrs Strong.
"More risk in waiting to be attacked than in attacking," said the captain. "I feel that we must put this danger beyond doubt, or we shall have everyone in the camp suffering from nervousness."
"If you would wait a few days I could be of some use," said Morgan.
"Then we will wait a few days," said the captain sharply. "It will give you something to antic.i.p.ate and help you to get well."
"I am well now," replied Morgan. "I only want strength."
The report of all was the same, that over and over again the creature had been heard to roar savagely, and to be at times very close at hand.
Still all this did not interfere with Mark's appet.i.te. On the whole, though sorry that his mother and the O'Hallorans should have been alarmed, he was rather pleased to find that he had been right in his belief that from time to time he could hear the roaring. Maleo bird roasted--the repast being made off those that were first shot--was excellent; so was the acid fruit squeezed over it--fruit picked by Mrs O'Halloran while the others cooked. Then there was a kind of oyster which was delicious roasted in its sh.e.l.ls. And one way and another Mark felt that he had never before partaken of so appetising a repast, especially as he sat sipping cocoa-nut milk when it was done.
Everyone was in good spirits, for the captain promised tea and chocolate from the stores that were untouched by fire, and plenty of flour and biscuit--treasures, which would make their stay on the island far more bearable, without counting upon the many other things which the s.h.i.+p would supply.
At last they separated to their couches of leaves and sand, after an arrangement being made for an early start next day to explore the island by a party well armed and ready to do battle with any enemy that might present itself.
Mark's, sleeping-place was next to the major's now, the hospital being closed, for the stowaway wanted to be along with his mates; and the other wounded sailor st.u.r.dily declared that he was quite well now, and walked very nimbly to the men's hut.
Mark recollected lying down, and then all was perfectly blank till he began dreaming in the morning that his father told him that he was not to go with the expedition; but just then the savage beast in the jungle roared and repeated its cry in a way which suggested that he was to come, for the creature particularly wanted him.
This woke him; but all was perfectly still, and he could not tell whether the sound had rung upon his ears or not.
It was daylight though, and, rising, he went out, to find that Small and Mr Morgan were taking the morning watch, while Billy Widgeon was lighting a fire in the rock kitchen.
He was very sleepy still, and his couch coaxed; but he mastered the sluggishness, fetched his piece of calico which did duty for a towel, and after a careful inspection of the water, in company with Mr Morgan, he had a good bathe, and came back to sh.o.r.e feeling as if filled with new life, and ready for the expedition of the coming adventurous day.
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
HOW BILLY WIDGEON WENT SOMEWHERE.
The preparations were soon made, and directly after breakfast, in spite of Mr Morgan's desire to be of the company, the little band of half the occupants of the isle gathered for the start. Mr Gregory was obliged to remain and take charge of the camp, leaving the captain free to be the head, with the major for his lieutenant, Small, Billy Widgeon, and two other men.
Mark was to be left behind, but a piteous appeal reversed the edict, and, armed with a gun, he took his place with the expedition folk ready for the start.
They took a bag or two for fruit and game, a small amount of luncheon for each, and their arms and ammunition. Thus equipped and with the good wishes of those they left behind, the party set off for the creek where the nipah-palms grew, and up the path followed by Mark and the major before, but with the intention of turning off where the steam issued from the earth, as everyone seemed to select the jungle between that and the mountain-slope as being the spot from whence the roaring sounds were heard.
Backed by the knowledge already gained, there was not much difficulty in reaching the scene of the fright with the supposed serpent; and here they paused to try the ground, which sent out puffs of steam with a loud hiss directly it was pierced.
Billy Widgeon shook his head at it and looked at Small, who frowned, took off his cap, and scratched his head, as if he did not approve of the place as one for a walk.
Just then there was a capital opportunity for a shot at the great pigeons; but shooting was forbidden until their return, the object being to trace the strange creature if possible and see what it was like.
"It can't be a crocodile," said the major, "for there is no river up this way except this bit of a stream; great snake I can't believe it is; what is it, then?"
"The only way is to examine every bit of soft ground for traces of footprints," said the captain. "Nearly every beast has its times for going to drink; so we ought to get some inkling of what it is like at the various springs."
They were not long in coming to one in a hollow beneath a great pile of moss-grown rock down whose sides trickled the water to form at last a good-sized pool of the most limpid kind; but the mossy boggy earth around was untrodden, the water clear, and no trace to be seen of a single footprint other than their own.
The water was delicious on that hot day in the steamy jungle, and the band was refreshed--Mark having hard work to refrain from chasing some gorgeous b.u.t.terfly of green and gold, or with wings painted in pearl-blue, steel, and burnished silver. At other times some lovely kingfisher, with elongated tail, settled almost within reach. Then it would be a green barbet, with bristle-armed beak and bright blue and scarlet feathers to make it gay. Or again, one of the cuckoo trogons, sitting on some twig, like a ball of feathers of bronze, golden green, and salmon rose.
But this was not a collecting trip. Earnest investigation was the order of the day; and after carefully taking their bearings the captain pressed on, with their way always on the ascent and growing wilder and more rocky.
This had its advantages as well as its disadvantages; for though the path was from time to time one continuous climb, they were not compelled to force their way through tangled growth, with trees bound together by canes and creepers, as if nature were roughly weaving a stockade.
Another stream was pa.s.sed rising out of a boggy patch of ground, and here footprints were plentiful, but they were only those of birds that had been down to drink.
Onward again, and to ascend a steep precipitous slope right before them they had to descend into a dank, dark, gloomy-looking gorge, whose vegetation was scarce, and yet the place seemed to grow hotter as they went down.
A peculiar whistling sound came now from before them, and they stopped to listen, with the day evidently growing hotter, for down in the gorge there was not a breath of air; while as they listened the whistling grew louder and was accompanied by another in a different key, the two producing a curious dissonant sound for a few minutes, increasing rapidly, and then ceased, to be followed by absolute silence, and then a dull sound followed as if something had burst.
"Steam--a hot spring, I should say," exclaimed the captain, going cautiously forward, parting the low growth as he went.
His progress became slower, and at the end of a minute he stopped and stepped cautiously back.
"Not safe," he said; "my feet were sinking in. We must go farther round."
He led the way, and they forced their way through the sickly-looking bushes till they came all at once upon a glistening patch of whitish-looking mud some thirty or forty yards round, and above which the atmosphere seemed to be quivering, if it were not so much clear steam rising in the air.
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