CHAPTER XVIII A SURPRISE!
“That’s a nice way to welcome mariners!” exclaimed Cliff as they camealongside; the colored man on deck merely grunted.
“Pass your line!” he said.
When they clambered onto the small aft deck they saw that their newcaptor was a large, heavy, but lithe-looking negro.
“I wanted you to go away, before,” he said, more pleasantly. “When I sawyou this time I wouldn’t take chances on letting you go!”
“What do you mean by that?” Nicky demanded.
“Oh!” replied the man, “it’s this way: we got the maps back in Jamaica,and got _El Libertad_ ready. When you tried to hire her Senor Ortiga letyour chief think she was laid up waiting for machinery—but before youwere ten miles away we started for the archipelago.”
“Then I suppose it was one of your crowd who tried to scare us with theblue light and rapping on the sloop,” cried Nicky.
“It was me,” he answered, not very grammatically. “I used a blue ship’sflare we had on the boat, burned in a box so you only saw the light andnot the flame. Then I swam out under water and hit the sloop and thencoaxed you back to the island with another flare.”
“So it was you who put the message there,” Tom exclaimed, feelingsomewhat ashamed of his terror of the past, now that a perfectly naturalexplanation made it all seem so easy to understand.
“I put it there, but Cap’n Ortiga, he planned it—with the man who gotthe maps.”
“And who was that?” demanded Nicky.
“You’ll see,” declared the colored man. “Come this way!”
He led them into the cabin, a much smaller one than on the _Senorita_,since the _Libertad_ was a narrower, shorter vessel.
Under the ceiling electric dome two men sat at a table, playing somegame of cards. The man facing them was of Spanish type, not as tall oras excitable as his brother, but clearly related to the hi-jacker theyhad just before their escape been able to imprison in his own cabin.
He looked up and as the man whose back was toward them did so and made ahalf turn on his folding seat, all three boys started and their jawsdropped.
“Mr. Coleson!” gasped Nicky.
It was Mr. Coleson all right—the owner of the plantation where they hadstayed in Jamaica.
“Hello, young fellows!” he replied briskly, swinging further around inhis chair. “So you came back!”
They were still speechless with surprise.
“I’m rather glad you did,” Mr. Coleson went on. “Did you find anytreasure?” He turned a grinning face to wink at Senor Ortiga who frownedheavily at the boys.
Nicky shook his head. “You know right well we didn’t!” he declared. “Yousent us away to have a clear field here.”
“Nevertheless I gather that there is treasure buried in such spots,”said Mr. Coleson. “You might have found some.”
“We found something else, though,” said Nicky, fixing a meaning lookupon the Spaniard.
“Liquor! Of course!” Rodriguez Ortiga agreed shortly. “How did it happenthat my beloved brother didn’t put an end to you—I rather expected thathe would!”
Tom was caressing his left ear rather hurriedly; Nicky, lips half open,suddenly recognized the sign of their secret call for a council, or forsilence, and folded his arms.
Cliff took up the answer to Ortiga.
“Your brother,” he said, meaningly, “has a better use for us!”
Ortiga leaned back, scowling, looking sharply at the trio.
“Just what does that mean?” he demanded.
“You’ll see!” Cliff said. Ortiga pursued the inquiry but with Cliff theothers remained stubbornly silent. They saw that Cliff’s plan, for somereason they did not yet grasp, was to puzzle the two men. Nicky, to getaway from the subject, turned on the estate owner.
“How did you come to be on this boat?” he asked.
Mr. Coleson, smiling a little, answered readily. “Quite simple. You see,I have the maps!”
“How’d you get them?” Tom broke in.
“Equally simple, my lad. I was not far away when I observed your littledifficulty with the voodoo woman, and being curious, half intending tointerfere, I came closer, just beyond the heavy fringe of brush near thecabin. From there I overheard enough of your talk with Sam to becomeinterested. I followed you three and since you held your supposedlysecret meeting quite close to my own windows I overheard some more.”
The trio of chums felt sheepish. For once their mysteries had beencarelessly pursued; they had talked openly instead of by signs, as theyall recalled clearly on looking back upon that day of many excitements.
“Knowing the island superstitions, it was easy to frighten the child—thelittle negro boy—I merely held a handkerchief over my face as I crouchedby the dining room window, watching for a chance to get the map you werediscussing. My white suit accomplished the rest.”
He had worn a light suit, as did most of the people of Jamaica, theyouths recollected.
“I was sorry to have to strike Sam, but I saw that your part of thechart was insufficient and so I took the balance from Sam.”
“It’s all very easy to see, now that you explain it,” said Nicky,ruefully recalling that they had attached some ghostly importance toperfectly ordinary causes. Nicky also recalled that Mr. Coleson had,himself, that night, mentioned the ghosts—for his own purpose, it nowbecame clear!
“I suppose you climbed into a window after you got our map,” said Tom,vowing mentally never to accept a single ghostly bit of evidence againas long as he lived.
“I did better than that,” replied Mr. Coleson, appearing to take a grimdelight in explaining how easily he had hoodwinked them. “I merelycrouched beside the white part of the house, back of the shrubbery. Youlooked all about except right behind you, that time!”
“But see here!” cut in Ortiga, “what is it that my brother has use foryou for?”
Again the chums became silent; actually, there was no answer but theypretended mystifying knowledge, in a way paying back the debt they owedMr. Coleson and the colored man for the blue light and old tin can.
“Well, it doesn’t matter—now that we shall use you first!”
“Use us?” cried Nicky. “Use us for what?”
In his turn Ortiga smiled enigmatically.
Mr. Coleson spoke. “You see, boys,” he said, “we have the maps, and wehave cruised among the islands for days—but we haven’t located theDipper Islands—and, of course, no treasure is found. You must have theclue we lack. We will share with you after you help us to find thetreasure.”
“Supposing we won’t help?” inquired Nicky defiantly. “It’s ours byright. And, suppose we don’t even know a clue?”
“In the first case, we will find ways to make you tell,” snapped SenorOrtiga, with a clenching fist crumpling the hand of cards he held. “Inthe latter case—we won’t believe you!”
Nicky turned with helpless dismay to his two chums. They still had theirarms folded.
“Say nothing!” was the sign Tom made and Nicky nodded.
“I suppose my brother has learned from you about the treasure,” saidOrtiga, rising. “That is what he would use you for. Well—we will be justa little ahead of him—as usual!”
For once, as they sprawled on the cushioned side seats which had toserve as bunks, the three comrades admitted to their own secret selves,although not to each other, that there seemed to be no way out of thisdilemma. For once their self-reliance was a very small spark, indeed!
“But the right always wins out somehow,” Nicky consoled himself. “If itdidn’t then the world would have been smashed up long ago!”
Then, a little braced by his trust, he dozed.