Part 16 (1/2)
When Robert and Harold left the tent that morning, to look for the lost boat, Mary and Frank watched with anxious eyes their retiring forms. It was painful to be left alone in that vast solitude. But the act was necessary, and Mary resolved to bear it with cheerfulness. In order therefore to withdraw their minds from their situation, she proposed to Frank to join her in exposing to the sun those articles in the tent which had been wet by the rain.
Among these was a bundle of William's. ”Poor William!” said Frank, ”I wonder what became of him. Don't you think, sister, he was drowned?”
”I do not know, buddy,” she answered with a sigh; ”though I presume not.
William was a good swimmer, and near sh.o.r.e. O, I do wish we could hear from our dear father, and he could hear from us! See here, Frank.” She pointed to a valise-trunk. ”This is father's, it contains his razors, and all the little things that he uses every day. I wish I could open it, and air everything for him; both top and bottom seem to be wet.”
She tried the various keys in her bunch, and to her delight found one that fitted the lock. Some of its contents were quite damp, and no doubt they were saved from serious injury by her affectionate care. In it she spied a morocco case, which proved quite useful in the end; it was a case of choice medicines. Mary was careful to disturb nothing, except so far as was needful for its preservation; for, though her father had no concealments that she knew of, this was his private property, and she held its privacy sacred. After drying everything in it, they were replaced as before.
This work had occupied them about two hours, when Frank, whose eyes were continually directed towards the sea, with a lingering hope that he might see his father sailing after them, exclaimed, ”Sister, is not that a smoke across the river?”
From the bluff where, three miles distant, the opposite bank of the river overhung the sea, a bluish vapour was curling upward. It was evidently a smoke. Mary gazed at it with feelings both of hope and distrust. Who made it? What did it mean? She ran for the spy gla.s.s, drew it to its focus, steadied her trembling hands against a tree, directed it towards the point, and almost instantly exclaimed, ”Some person is there. I can see a signal flying, like a handkerchief tied to a pole. But who can it be? If it is one of our people, why does he not come over? O Frank, how I wish brother and cousin Harold were here.”
”Let us fire off the gun, sister,” Frank replied, ”that will bring them back.”
They took the gun, loaded by Robert for the purpose, and fired it repeatedly. Mary then took another peep through the gla.s.s, and cried out--”He sees us, Frank, whoever it is; he is waving his flag. He must have heard our guns, or seen their smoke. I wonder I cannot see him.
O, yes, there he is, lying on the ground, or half lying. Now he has put down the flag, and I can see him dragging himself along the ground by one arm. What can it mean? O, when will brother Robert and cousin Harold come back!”
Mary's impatience made the time seem very long. She employed herself in every way that she could devise for an hour, and then, turning to Frank with a bright look, clapped her hands joyfully, and said, ”I have it!
I'll bring them back! I mean to send a runner after them. I can do it--O, yes, I can do it!”
Frank looked troubled. ”How can you?” he inquired. ”I am the only one you have; and I am sure I cannot find the way any more than you can.”
”No, not you, nor myself,” she said; ”but one that I know can find them, and can take a note to them too.” She opened her trunk, took out a piece of paper, pencilled upon it the note recorded in the last chapter, tied it tightly with a string, which she fastened around Mum's neck, and said, ”Here is my messenger! He will find them, I warrant.” Then loosening the chain, she said, ”Hie on, Mum! hie on!”
Mum looked at her inquisitively, and was evidently in doubt what to make of her command. She called him to the track of the boys, pointed to it, followed it for a few steps, and encouraged him to proceed, when the intelligent brute took the meaning, and with a whine of joy sprang away at a rapid trot.
The boys reached the tent about one o'clock, leading the fawn by the two handkerchiefs. They had been strongly tempted more than once to leave it behind, tied to a bush, or to free it entirely, as it somewhat r.e.t.a.r.ded their movements; but having already taught it the art of following, it came after them with rapid strides, and for the latter half of their journey they had not to pull it in the least. Mary and Frank heard their distant halloo, and ran to meet them. They were delighted with the new pet, and spent a moment in patting its snowy sides; but the interest excited by the person across the river absorbed every other consideration. As soon as Harold saw the smoke still faintly rising, he said, ”I saw that smoke this morning. It was so faint I could scarcely discern it darken the sky, and took it for mist.
That person has been there all night.”
Robert had by this time adjusted the gla.s.s, and each looked in turn.
They could see nothing more than a little smoke. Mary described the position in which she saw the person lying, and dragging himself along, after the guns were fired. ”Then,” said Harold, ”I will let off another gun; and do you, Robert, place yourself so that you can see whether he notices it.”
Robert laid himself flat on the sand, rested the gla.s.s upon a log of wood, that both he and it might be steady, and said, ”Now fire!” About a quarter of a minute after the discharge he exclaimed, ”I see him! He is lying upon the sand beneath the shade of a cedar. I see him move.
He rests on one arm, as though he were sick or hurt. Now he drags himself as you describe, sister. There is his flag flying again. He uses only one arm. The other hangs down uselessly by his side. Who can it be? I wish he was in the suns.h.i.+ne, for then I could see his complexion. But I am sure it is not a white man.”
”O, it is Riley!” said Frank. ”I know it is Riley come after us. Now we can go home again.”
Harold took the gla.s.s and used it as Robert had done. The person had by this time put down the flag, and was reclining languidly against some support behind him. Harold saw him grasp his left arm with his right hand, move it gently, and lie back as before. ”That person is badly hurt,” he remarked. ”Instead of helping us, he wants us to help him.
It must be some one who was cast away in the storm last night. Oh, for our boat! Robert, we must go over and help him. We can make a raft. It is not three miles across. We have the oars and paddle of our boat, and we can surely make that distance and back this evening, by hard work.
Let us see if there is not timber enough near at hand for a raft.”
They looked at a fallen tree not far distant, and wished it were only near the river bank. ”But what do I say?” said Robert. ”The palmetto, which I felled for the cabbage, is sixty or seventy feet long, straight as an arrow, and what is better, just at the river side.”
Off they went with ax, hatchet, and nails. Mary called after them to say, that if they would show her the way, she and Frank would follow them with something to eat.
”Do, cousin, if you please,” said Harold. ”I, for one, am hungry enough. We will blaze a path for you as we pa.s.s along. Do follow us soon.”