"ralph," said edna, as they were hurrying up to the caves, "you must do everything you can to keep those sailors from wandering into the lake basin. they are very different from the negroes, and will want to explore every part of it."
"oh, i have thought of all that," said ralph, "and i am now going to run ahead and smash the lantern. they won't be so likely to go poking around in the dark."
"but they may have candles or matches," said edna. "we must try to keep them out of the big cave."
ralph did not stop to answer, but ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the plateau. the rest of the party followed, edna first, then the negroes, and after them mrs. cliff, who could not imagine why edna should be in such a hurry. the sailors, having secured their boat, came straggling after the rest.
when edna reached the entrance to the caves, she was met by her brother, so much out of breath that he could hardly speak.
"you needn't go to your room to get your things," he exclaimed. "i have gathered them all up, your bag, too, and i have tumbled them over the wall in the entrance back here. you must get over as quick as you can. that will be your room now, and i will tell the sailors, if they go poking around, that you are in there getting ready to leave, and then, of course, they can't pass along the passage."
"that is a fine idea," said edna, as she followed him. "you are getting very sharp-witted, ralph."
"now, then," said he, as he helped her over the wall, "take just as long as you can to get your things ready."
"it can't take me very long," said edna. "i have no clothes to change, and only a few things to put in my bag. i don't believe you have got them all, anyway."
"but you must make it take a long time," said he. "you must not get through until every sailor has gone. you and i must be the last ones to leave the caves."
"all right," said edna, as she disappeared behind the wall.
when mrs. cliff arrived, she was met by ralph, who explained the state of affairs, and although that lady was a good deal annoyed at the scattered condition in which she found her effects, she accepted the situation.
the mate and his men were much interested in the caves and the great stone face, and, as might have been expected, every one of them wanted to know where the narrow passage led. but as ralph was on hand to inform them that it was the entrance to mrs. horn's apartment, they could do no more than look along its dusky length, and perhaps wonder why mrs. horn should have selected a cave which must be dark, when there were others which were well lighted.
mrs. cliff was soon ready, and explained to the inquiring mate her notion that these caves were used for religious purposes, and that the stone face was an ancient idol. in fact, the good lady believed this, but she did not state that she thought it likely that the sculptured countenance was a sort of a cashier idol, whose duty it was to protect treasure.
edna, behind the stone barrier, had put her things in her bag, though she was not sure she had found all of them in the gloom, and she waited a long time, so it seemed to her, for ralph's summons to come forth. but although the boy came to the wall several times, ostensibly to ask if she were not ready, yet he really told her to stay where she was, for the sailors were not yet gone. but at last he came with the welcome news that every one had departed, and they soon came out into the daylight.
"if anything is lost, charge it to me," said ralph to mrs. cliff and his sister, as they hurried away. "i can tell you, if i had not thought of that way of keeping those sailors out of the passage, they would have swarmed over that lake bed, each one of them with a box of matches in his pocket; and if they had found that mound, i wouldn't give two cents for the gold they would have left in it. it wouldn't have been of any use to tell them it was the captain's property. they would have been there, and he wasn't, and i expect the mate would have been as bad as any of them."
"you are a good fellow, ralph," said mrs. cliff, "and i hope you will grow up to be an administrator, or something of the kind. i don't suppose there was ever another boy in the world who had so much wealth in charge."
"you can't imagine," exclaimed ralph, "how i hate to go away and leave it! there is no knowing when the captain will get here, nor who will drop in on the place before he does. i tell you, edna, i believe it would be a good plan for me to stay here with those two black fellows, and wait for the captain. you two could go on the ship, and write to him. i am sure he would be glad to know i am keeping guard here, and i don't know any better fun than to be on hand when he unearths the treasure. there's no knowing what is at the bottom of that mound."
"nonsense!" exclaimed edna. "you can put that idea out of your head instantly. i would not think of going away and leaving you here. if the captain had wanted you to stay, he would have said so."
"if the captain wanted!" sarcastically exclaimed ralph. "i am tired of hearing what the captain wants. i hope the time will soon come when those yellow bars of gold will be divided up, and then i can do what i like without considering what he likes."
mrs. cliff could not help a sigh. "dear me!" said she, "i do most earnestly hope that time may come. but we are leaving it all behind us, and whether we will ever hear of it again nobody knows."
one hour after this edna and mrs. cliff were standing on the deck of the mary bartlett, watching the plateau of the great stone face as it slowly sank into the horizon.
"edna," said the elder lady, "i have liked you ever since i have known you, and i expect to like you as long as i live, but i must say that, for an intelligent person, you have the most colorless character i have ever seen. whatever comes to pass, you receive it as quietly and calmly as if it were just what you expected and what you happened to want, and yet, as long as i have known you, you have not had anything you wanted."
"you are mistaken there," said edna. "i have got something i want."
"and what may that be?" asked the other.
"captain horn," said edna.
mrs. cliff laughed a little scornfully. "if you are ever going to get any color out of your possession of him," she said, "he's got to very much change the style of his letter-writing. he has given you his name and some of his money, and may give you more, but i must say i am very much disappointed in captain horn."
edna turned suddenly upon her companion. "color!" she exclaimed, but she did not finish her remark, for ralph came running aft.
"a queer thing has happened," said he: "a sailor is missing, and he is one of the men who went on shore for us. they don't know what's become of him, for the mate is sure he brought all his men back with him, and so am i, for i counted them to see that there were no stragglers left, and all the people who were in that boat came on board. they think he may have fallen overboard after the ship sailed, but nobody heard a splash."
"poor fellow!" exclaimed mrs. cliff, "and he was one of those who came to save us!"
at this moment a wet and bedraggled sailor, almost exhausted with a swim of nearly a mile, staggered upon the beach, and fell down upon the sand near the spot from which the mary bartlett's boat had recently been pushed off. when, an hour before, he had slipped down the side of the ship, he had swum under water as long as his breath held out, and had dived again as soon as he had filled his lungs. then he had floated on his back, paddling along with little but his face above the surface of the waves, until he had thought it safe to turn over and strike out for land. it had been a long pull, and the surf had treated him badly, but he was safe on shore at last, and in a few minutes he was sound asleep, stretched upon the sand.
toward the end of the afternoon he awoke and rose to his feet. the warm sand, the desiccating air, and the sun had dried his clothes, and his nap had refreshed him. he was a sharp-faced, quick-eyed man, a scotchman, and the first thing he did was to shade his face with his hands and look out over the sea. then he turned, with a shrug of his shoulders and a grunt.
"she's gone," said he, "and i will be up to them caves." after a dozen steps he gave another shrug. "humph!" said he, "those fools! do they think everybody is blind? they left victuals, they left cooking-things. blasted careful they were to leave matches and candles in a tin box. i watched them. if everybody else was blind, i kenned they expected somebody was comin' back. that captain, that blasted captain, i'll wager! wi' sae much business on his hands, he couldna sail wi' us to show us where his wife was stranded!"
for fifty yards more he plodded along, looking from side to side at the rocks and sand.
"a dreary place and lonely," thought he, "and i can peer out things at me ease. i'll find out what's at the end o' that dark alley. they were so fearsome that we'd go into her room. her room, indeed! when the other woman had a big lighted cave! they expected somebody to come back, did they? well, blast their eyes, he's here!"
