Part 58 (1/2)

”Then what does it mean? We left it there.”

”It means that the blacks have been and fetched it while we were away,”

said the mate, drawing a deep breath. ”Just as Captain Bradleigh prophesied.”

”What's that?” said the captain sharply.

”I don't think there is any question about it. She might have drifted a little way, but that is doubtful, for one end was well aground. We must have had visitors while we were away. I thought they would not give up that canoe without a struggle.”

”Yes,” said the captain, ”they must have been. That canoe was too valuable to be lost. I said so.”

”Then they may come again at any moment?” said Sir John.

”Yes, sir,” replied the captain; ”and they must find us well prepared.”

”Mr Jack, sir,” whispered Ned at the first chance, ”we're going to have some fighting after all.”

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

”A WAS AN ARCHER, WHO SHOT--”

No more was seen of the blacks, while a fortnight pa.s.sed; and encouraged by the utter solitude of the place, the well-armed parties which left the yacht made longer and longer excursions, coming home with an abundance of specimens to preserve. The sailors took to the task with the greatest of gusto, and evidently thoroughly enjoyed the hunt for rare birds and b.u.t.terflies, of which there proved to be an abundance.

One day Jack would be helping his father collect the wonderfully painted insects which hovered or darted about in the sunny glades or in the moist shady openings over the streams, where they hung over the lovely blossoms of the orchids. At another time the doctor would claim his attention, and shouldering one gun, while Edward carried another and the cartridges, long tramps were taken over the mountain slopes and at the edge of the forest, to penetrate which, save in rare places, was impossible. Their sport was plentiful enough, for the birds were fresh to the gun, and when startled their flight was short, and they alighted again within reach. They were all new to the boy, who seemed never weary of examining the lovely plumage of the prizes, which one or other of the sailors carried afterwards, slung by their beaks from a stick, so that the feathers should not be damaged. Now it was a green paroquet, with long slender tail and head of the most delicate peach-colour or of a brilliant orange yellow. At another time, after a careful stalk, one or other of the pittas, the exquisitely-coloured ground thrushes, in their uniforms of pale fawn and blue, turquoise, sapphire, and amethyst.

And perhaps the next shot would be at one of the soft feathery trogons, cuckoo-like birds in their habits, but instead of being pale slate-coloured, barred and flecked like a sparrowhawk, Jack's specimens would display a breast of the purest carmine, and a back glistening with metallic green. Something like cuckoos, Ned declared them to be, but not in aspect.

One morning, after several times hearing their calls in a clump of gigantic trees up one of the volcanic ravines, the doctor called the lad to be his companion to try and stalk what he believed to be birds of paradise; but they had evidently chosen the wrong time, for to their disappointment not a sound was heard, and they would have gone back to the yacht empty-handed if it had not been for Ned's sharp eyes.

”There they are!” he whispered, pointing across the ravine to where another little forest of tall trees feathered the steep sides of the slope.

”What are?” said Jack excitedly.

”The birds you are looking for, sir. Saw about a dozen, big as pheasants, fly across and settle there.”

He pointed with the gun he carried to one tree which towered above the rest.

”They went down under there, sir. I could lead you straight to the place.”

Jack took out his small gla.s.s, and after gazing through it attentively he suddenly said--

”I saw a big bird fly down. Yes, and another.”

”They can't be those we want,” said the doctor, ”but they may be good specimens of something. What do you say, Jack, will you go down and across?”

”Oh yes,” he replied.

”It's very steep, and will mean lowering ourselves cautiously.”

”I don't mind,” said the lad. ”If it's very bad they will help me.”