captain gay examined his chart with minute care, and solemnly shook his head.
the island was not there. either the chart was imperfect, or we had reached a hitherto undiscovered land. the latter conjecture was not at all unreasonable, for so many islands lay in this neighborhood that even when sighted by chance an outlying islet was little liable to tempt one to land upon it. this was doubtless one of the numerous group lying to the south-east of the alaska peninsula, which are of volcanic origin and as a rule barren and uninhabited.
i have said this island was well wooded, but not until we were opposite the mouth of the natural harbor did we observe this fact. from the sea only a line of rugged headlands and peaks showed plainly, and had we not been in distress we should never have thought to stop at this place. once within the harbor, however, the scene that met our view was not unattractive.
bordering the bay was a sandy beach a full hundred yards in width, broken only by an inlet toward the left, or south, which seemed to lead into the interior of the island, winding between high and precipitous banks and soon becoming lost to sight. back of the beach was the clean-cut edge of a forest, not following a straight line, but rising and falling in hills and ravines until it seemed from the bay to have been scalloped into shape by a pair of huge scissors. the woods were thick and the trees of uniform size, and between them grew a mass of vines and underbrush that made them almost impenetrable. how far the forest extended we were unable to guess; nor did we know how wide the island might be, for back of the hills rose a range of wooded mountains nearly a thousand feet in height, and what might lie beyond these was of course a matter of conjecture. uncle naboth, however, advanced the opinion that the island ended at the mountain peaks, and dropped sheer down to the sea beyond. he had seen many formations of that sort, and supposed we had found the only possible harbor on the island.
there was no apparent indication that the island had ever before been visited by man. even signs of natives occupation were lacking. but captain gay decided to send a small boat ashore to explore the inlet before we could relax all vigilance and feel that we were not liable to attack or interruption.
so the gig was lowered, and four of the crew, accompanied by bill acker, the mate, set off upon their voyage of discovery. they rowed straight to the inlet, which proved to be navigable, and soon after entering it we lost sight of the boat as it wound between the wooded cliffs.
we waited patiently an hour; two hours; three hours; but the boat did not return. then patience gave way to anxiety, and finally the suspense became unbearable. after the loss of our three sailors during the storm we were reduced to eleven men, besides uncle naboth and myself, who were not counted members of the crew. thirteen on board was not an especially lucky number, so that some of the men had been looking for disaster of some sort ever since we sighted the island. those now remaining on the “flipper” were the captain, ned britton and two other sailors, nux and bryonia, my uncle and myself; eight, all told. to send more men after the five who were absent would be to reduce our numbers more than was wise; yet it was impossible for us to remain inactive. finally, ned britton offered to attempt to make his way through the woods, along the edge of the inlet, and endeavor to find out what had become of acker and his men. he armed himself with two revolvers and a stout cutlass, and then we rowed him to the shore and watched him start on his expedition.
not expecting that ned would be long absent, we did not at once return to the ship. instead, the captain backed the boat into deep water and lay to, that we might pick up our messenger when he reappeared.
it had been agreed that if ned came upon the mate he was to fire two shots in quick succession, to let us know that all was well. if he encountered danger he was to fire a single shot. if he wished us to come to his assistance he would fire three shots. but the afternoon passed slowly and quietly, and no sound of any kind came from the interior to relieve our anxiety. the boat returned to the ship, and bryonia served our supper amid an ominous and gloomy silence on the part of those few who were left.
there was something uncanny about this mysterious disappearance of our comrades. had they been able to return or to communicate with us there was no doubt they would have done so; therefore their absence was fraught with unknown but no less certain terror. big bill acker was a man of much resource, and absolutely to be depended upon; and ned britton, who had been fully warned and would be on his guard against all dangers, was shrewd and active and not liable to be caught napping.
what, then, had they encountered? wild beasts, savages, or some awful natural phenomenon which had cruelly destroyed them? our imaginations ran riot, but it was all imagination, after all, and we were no nearer the truth.
an anxious night passed, and at daybreak uncle naboth called a council of war, at which all on board were present. we faced a hard proposition, you may be sure, for not one of us had any information to guide him, and all were alike in the dark.
to desert our absent friends and sail away from the island was impossible, even had we desired to do so; for our numbers were too small to permit us to work the disabled “flipper” in safety, and the ship’s carpenter, on whom we greatly depended, had gone with the mate. all repairs must be postponed until the mystery of the men’s disappearance was solved; and we firmly resolved that those of us remaining must not separate, but stick together to the last, and stick to the ship, as well.
good resolutions, indeed; but we failed to consider the demands of an aroused curiosity. after two days had dragged their hours away without a sign of our absent comrades human nature could bear the suspense no longer.
uncle naboth called another council, and said:
“boys, we’re actin’ like a pack o’ cowards. let’s follow after our friends, an’ find ’em, dead or alive. we oughtn’t to shrink from a danger we sent ’em into; and if we can’t rescue ’em, let’s run the chance of dyin’ with ’em.”
this sentiment met with general approval. all felt that the time for action had arrived, and if there was a reluctant man among us he made no sign.
early next morning we partook of a hasty breakfast and then tumbled into the long boat to begin our quest. every one on the ship was to accompany the expedition, for no one cared to be left behind. uncle naboth at first proposed to leave me on board, in the care of bry; but i pleaded hard to go with the rest, and it was evident that i would be in as much danger aboard as in the company of the exploring party. so it was decided to take me along, and we practically deserted the ship, taking with us a fair supply of provisions and plenty of ammunition. the men were fully armed, and my uncle even intrusted me with a revolver, for i had learned to shoot fairly well.
it was a beautiful morning, cool and fresh and sunny, as we rowed away from the ship and headed for the inlet. that unknown and perhaps terrible dangers lay ahead of us we had good reason to expect; but every man was alert and vigilant and eager to unravel the mystery of this strange island.
