A mad cap scheme, or, The boy treasure hunters of Cocos Island

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5 roRIEs o p BOYS WHO MAKE The two boys were taken completely by sul'prise. Two of the savages seized Joe by the arms, while the others threw Seymour to the ground and held him there in spite of the desperate efforts he made to free himself.


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES.OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY Iuuea Wetkl11-B11 Subscription 12.60 per. year. Ete,.ea according to .4ct of Oonores, in the year 19otl, in the office o f the Librarian of Oong,.ess, Wahmgton, D. 0., b71 Frank '.l'ousey, Publi1he1, 24 Union Square, New York. No. 31 NEW YORK, MAY 4, 1906 Price 5 Cents A ]VIADGHP SGfiElVJ:E; OR The Bny Treasure Hunters of Cocos Island. By A SELF -MADE flAN CHAPTER I. THE MAN WITH THE DESPERATE EYES. Some time ago a sensational story appeared in the Sun day edition of a big New York City daily concerning an immense piratical treasure alleged to have been buried during the early part of the nineteenth century, on Cocos Island, a wild, rocky, uninhabited point of land rising out of the Pacific Ocean about 500 miles southwest of Panama. That the little island in question had been for nearly a century the secret storage place for the booty of the most successful pirates that ever harassed the seas, and who had been captured and hanged and exiled without revealing the exact spot where the treasure lay hidden is quite true. That treasure-hunting expeditions have from time to time during the la.st :fifty years visited Cocos Island and searched persistently but unsuccessfully. for the pirates' secret hoard, even to the extent of using dynamite for blast ing the rocks at different spots, is also true. But that the latest expedition, carried to the island by the British auxiliary schooner yacht Ros Marine, actually recovered the treasure, as set forth in the newspaper in queRtion, may well be doubted in the fact\ of the following remarkable narrative whiCh came to the attention of the writer of these stories last summer, and enables him to set before the many thousand readers of the "Fame and For tune Weekly" the true story of the discovery of the Cocos Island treasure by three bright California boys, two of whom have si.nce become prominent lawyers in the city of San Francisco. "Say, boy!" It was not a pleasant voice-a cross between the snarl of a vicious dog and the growl of a wild beast; neither was it a pleasant face that, framed in by green leaves, projected itself over the neighboring hedge. These two repugnant facts impressed themselves with unpleasant suddenness upon the attention of Symour At wood, a stalwart, hands<{me boy of sixteen years, who was slowly sauntering homeward along the edge of Oakland Creek with the result of the afternoon's angling swinging carelessly from his right hand. Seymour lived with his mother, a widow in moderate cir cumstances, i.n a neat cottage on a shady street of Alameda. His father, Captain George Atwood, master of the clip per ship Morning Star, had been lost at sea two years before, at least that was the conclusion of the owners, :finally teluctantly accepted by Mrs. Atwood, for the vessel, after having been s.poken in mid Pacific, homeward bound1


2 A MADCAP SCHEME: failed, in the natural order of events, to arrive at her port 1 noon, blew across the Bay of San Francisco and finally of de stination-San Francisco, and was never afterward 1 squatted, an opaque mass, over this vicinity. heard from. I Suddenly the rascal tumed his eyes upon S eym our with The voice, and the baleful glare of a pair of ferocious a suspicious glare e:res, brought Seymour to a stop. "Yer sme yer didn't meet him, eh? And he didn't tell There was a shi fting, desperate look in those eyes, too, yer what tel say ef ye r met me? Yer sure of thet, are ye r ?" ls i.f their o wner was in perpetual fear of something eom-"Yes," replied the boy for the third time, earnestly, anx-ing upon unaware from behind. ious to conciliate, the ruffian The boy also noticed the thin, bloodle ss lips drawn back, "Sayt may fate strike yer dead ef yer lyin'." \\ith a famished, hyena-like snarl; the coarse, sa llow cheeks, "No, I won't," objected Seymour, resolutely. I didn't with a week's growth of b eard, and almost smothered. in see the man, and that's all there is to it." dirt. An angry howl came from the fellow's lips, and he made In a word, a face t ypica l o f low cunning and crime a movement as if he meant to clear the hedge. Brief as was Seymour's scrutiny, the man seemed to Seymour stepped back, apprehensively, for he certainly writhe under it. dreaded a personal encounter with the rascal. "Blast yer impertinence!" he growled, surlily. His fear, however, was g roundl ess, for the man r econ What do you want?" asked Atwood, lookin g him sic1cred his purpose. sq 1 !are l y in the face, for it was a lon esome spot, and the "Ef yer haven't seen him," he growled, "I s'pose yer uoy did not want the fellow to think he was afraid of him. haven't." "You're a cool one," h e replied, with a smothered oath, Then he screwed his neck about ancl seemed to be lis-1.hrusting his clos ely cropped head still further through the tening again hedge and exposing a t hi ck, sunburned neck. "I've a quesWhile Seymour was considering the advisability of tak t ion I want ter ask yer when yer git good and ready t er ing advantage of this opportunity to make off, the fellow answer it," with hideous sarcasm, for the lad's steady gaze turned to him again. evidently disconcerted him. "Boy, ef any one asks yer ef yer've seen me-me, d'ye Seymour made no repl y but he secretly hoped he ,,fould mind-yer to say yer haven't. Ef yer so m uch as whisper be able to answer the query, whateve r it was, satisfacto rily, 'bout me bein' round here I'll have yer life!" so as to be rid of the rascal. Those desperate eyes shot out a look of intense meaning ;'/It'll be well for yer ter tell the truth," the iellow con that tnrned the boy's blood colc1. 1iiuued with a menacing nod of the head "I ain't in no "I'd foller yer till I got yer, and then I'd kill yer as humor for foolin', I kin tell ye r . I s'poae yer ain't seen a quick as I would a pig, and a deal sigh t quicker, d'ye mafr--a short man, d'ye mind, with reddish face and milcl-understand?" like eyes and )lair cropped close, like mine?" the speak e r With a parting scow l the evill ooking face vanished noi se grinned horribly. "He was wounded in the side and kind l essly, and not even the snap of a twig told in which direc of played out. Yer ain't seen no sich man hereabouts, have tion the man had gone. yer _?" Seymour drew a lon g breath of relief, and keeping as Those awful eyes transfixed Atwood with suspicious far away from the hedge as he could, continued on his way malevol e nce. home. "No," he r ep lied "I haven't seen s uch a person." "Gee whiz!" he breathed as he walked a l ong '"If that "Yer tellin' the truth, are yer? No lies, d'ye mind, or fellow isn't a gallow's bird, I'm out in my reckoning. Why, 'twill be the wuss for yer." he looks like the picture of Bill Sikes in my copy of Oliver I didn't see the man/' answ ered Seymour, positively. Twist at home. He gave me the c old shivers I wonder "Been :fishin' down at the creek some time, haven't yer ?" if the man he inquired about is anything like him? If "Yes." he is I don't want to meet him. It look s like there wa s "Ile might have been around and yer wouldn't have seen bad blood between them. When they meet there's likel y him, eh?" to be something doing. Well, it's nothing to me. 'l'he "Yes," replied the boy again chances arc I'll not see the other chap, and as to that "Confound him!" the fellow muttered betw een his teeth. fellow, I guess I've seen the las t of him, too." Then he suddenly bent forward, in a li stening attitude, That was flcomforting reileclion, and he b egan to h is gaze fa s tened upon the expanse of marsh that lay bewhistle as he trudged along. tw e en the tracks of the' narrowgauge railroad and the He little dreamed under what circumstances he would creek. It was a dreary locality. The monotony of the landscape was only broken by a miserable little tenantless hovel or two, and a few old, de serted mudscows falling apart on the sands meet that villain again. . CHAPTER II. CONVICT 99. An ugly place to be caught in the clammy embrace of \ Pushing his through the grass for some di stance, he t he white, steaming fog that frequently late in the after- finally crossed the railroad track, clambered over the st.rag -


A MADCAP SCHEME. I gling fence, and entered a wooded ravine, which inter sected the meadows. He followed the course of a small stream, which had its outl e t in the marsh. The long sullJ.mer's drought had shrivelled it np to a mere thread of water that mocked the thirst of such cattle as strayed hither. In the s pring, when the rivulet was full and ran musically over the pebble s Seymour and his particular friend, Joe Morris, often lingered h ere to scoop up a canful of minnows for bait, and to their mind the g rass elsewhere never looked so green, nor the s hade s o inviting; but now, as Seymour cro s sed the watercour se, the bits of lichen cling ing to the stones looked brown and hard and lifeles s and the whole appearance of the s pot was particularly s habby. The ravine terminated in a little dell, where the trees and shrubbery grew unusually dense. Here the boy come une xpectedly upon a s trange :figure, half crouching, half sitting upon th e rotten remnant of a tree. The face of the forlorn-looking object was buried in the palms of his hands, his elbows resting on his thighs. Seymour' s footsteps, deadened by the turf, did not arou s e him. His clos ely cropped head and bronzed neck recalled to Atwood's mind tlie rascal he had encounter e d a mile back on the edge of the marsh. The boy, as he came to an abrupt pau se, uncertain whether to go on or back-out and take a roundabout cour s e across the fie lds to the county road, noticed that he was clad in a s habby, brown coat and trousers to match. The id e a immediately struck S e ymour, as h e looked at the s ilent figure who, for all the move ment he made, mi ght have been d e ad that. this was th e man that the ruffian with the terrible eyes was in search of. Certainly he matched th e d e scription fairly w e ll. It is a singular thing how important events hinge upon mere trifles. As Seymour decided to give the motionless man a wide berth, lest he disturb him, the cord holding his string oi :fish s napp e d and several pound s of the :finny tribe struck the ground with a heavy thud. The sound produced a startling transformation in the man. With a cry, that seemed scarcely human, he sprang to his feet. "Back, Joe Bristol! Back, or I'll brain you!" he screamed, his eyes taking in every nook and corner of the dell, as if he expected to find it peopled with enemies. His attitude was now that of desperate defence, and the last ray s of the setting s un sifting throu g h the leav es, glinted upon a s teel rod that h e had s natched from its hidin g place on the impul s e of the moment. His unbutt o n e d coat rev eale d th e pri s on and on his left brea s t w e r e the black figures "99.". Sey mour was too s tartled to mak e a move, and for a moment the two fac e d each other in sil ence. 'The despairing defiance in the man's eyes, his utter wretchedness, and the blotches on his hands and clothes that looked like dried blood, instead of repelling the boy s truck a sympathetic chord in his nature. He could not tell why, but he felt sorry for him, and did not f eel that sense of fear that the ruffian down by the marsh had inspired in him. "You need not fear me," he blurted out. "Back, boy, on your life!" exclaimed the convict, for such the stripes proclaimed him to be, believing that Sey mour's words veiled some artifice to catch him off his guard. "Have you been sent to spy me out? Has that scoundrel employed you to help run me down?" "No one has employed me to run you down." "No one ? almost inc red ulousl y. "No one-I am alone." "You are-alone?" The last word died away m a hoarse whisper and a change ca.me over his face. The s te e l bar slipped from his nerveless grasp, and he s e e med to shrivel up and collapse before the boy's eyes. "Heaven h e lp me! Heaven help me!" he moaned, drop pin g down on the rotten tree trunk "I'm done for-at last." "You seem to be in a bad way," ventured Seymour, with a f e eling of pity for the man, criminal though he was. 'l'he convict made no answer, only glared wildly at the lad "Can I doJtnything to help you?" asked Seymour. ;; "Help-me?" was the hoarse response "Who would h e ld s u c h a miserable object as I-an escaped felon. You ar c making s port of me, boy. "I am not, on my word of honor," replied the boy,"1Vith n. manl y look. Th e convict looked a t him earnestly, and then said : I b e lieve you, rny lad Forgive me for doubting you, but w hen a man gets to tha.t pass that he shies at hi s own shadow, perhap s you'll understand--" He stopped, pressed his hand to his side and groaned, wearily S e ymour saw that he was in a fainting condition, and he ran back to the stream and brought some water in the top of hi s soft hat. The man drank the water eageTly and appeared some what revived. "Thank you, lad,!' he said, gratefully "Will you help me over to that tree. I must l ean against something, for I'm dreadfully weak." Seymour was glad to do anything tha.t would make him feel easier, and soon had him propped up as comfortably as circumstances permitted "I'm afraid you are hurt," he said "There's blood on y our cloth e s." "Hurt! Yes, and badly, too I was stabbed by the scoundr e l who planned our escape from Quentin I w:u foolis h e nough to tell him a. secret I he turnoJ upon me at the first chance. I then understood why he hnd h e lped me to g et awa.y from prison. His purpose was a murder-ous one. He wanted to possess alone the golden


A MADCAP SCHEME. key to the fabulous wealth of Cocos Island. But I have life. The diagram and words it-contains will guide you to foiled him. I have hidden the paper where his eyes will the prize that villain covets Hide it quickly. There are never find it." eyes somewhere close by," the speaker rolled his eyes fearThe chuckle of satisfaction was succeeded by a spasm of fully around, "that must never rest upon it or learn that pain. you possess it, for the evil soul that shines from them Seymour saw that he was exhausting his strength and would contrive a way to tear it from your grasp at any begged him to rest. cost, however desperate. 'l'hey are the eyes of the man you He smiled, drearily, closed his eyes and remained silent saw near the marsh." for some minutes 'I'he words of the dying man had gradually fined down to The sun had now gone down, and the gloom of evening a hoarse whisper, but their meaning was so intense that was closing in upon the landscape. Seymour shivered in spite of himself. The boy even fancied he could scent on the air the coming As the convict lay back, gasping for breath, the shadows fog which was at that moment rolling across the bay of night were closing in about the dell. Seymour wondered what he could do for this poor The western sky still held a faint glow, but it was fadwounded wreck o'f humanity, hunted alike by a treacherous ing out each moment just as this man's life was ebbing comrade and by his natural enemy, the law. away And while he was thinking the convict spoke again. As the minutes slipped by the silence was only broken "Boy," he said, with a visible effort, "I know not why by the convict's labored breathing and the distant croak you interest yourself in such a wretch as I. Surely you of the frogs. have a kind heart If you knew how little I deserve your Suddenly Seymour heard the unmistakable r\lStle made sympathy you would turn from me with loathing and con. by branches when pushed aside to permit the passage of a tempt." moving object. "How do you know I would?" asked Seymour, sympaHe knew it was not caused by the wind, for only the thetically. faintest kind of a breeze was stirring. "Because it would be right that you should," with a Although some little distance off, the sound was slowly wep.ry sigh. "Well, I deserve my fate The mills of the moving up the ravine toward the dell, and it gave Seygods grind slowly, but they fetch you in the end." mour a queer sensation. "But if you are truly sorry for the evil have com-He had never believed himself to be a coward, even in God will give you the chance to square yourself," the dark, but now a creepy feeling of terror 1seemed to beanswered the boy, earnestly. numb his faculties ,'Too late. It is too .late, my lad. I shall never see anUnder ordinary circumstances it wcmld have been a reother sunrise-never. lief to him to have had a human being come upon the The note of prophecy was in the man's voice, and Seyscene, but there was one abroad in the neighborhood that mour was greatly shocked. night whom the boy wouldn't have met for worlds-the It began to dawn upon him that this unf.ortunate outcast man with the terrible eyes. was, with each fleeting breath, slowly but surely drifting Nearer and nearer came the sound until it was seemingly out upon the trackless sea of eternity. q!ose at band, and then it suddenly ceased Not until that moment had he suspected the awful It was bad enough to hear this thing, whatever it was, change that wa.;; upon the man. approaching, but Seymour fo1ind the silence which suc "It is hard to die like this," moaned the convipt, de ceeded a hundred fold more unendurable spairingly. "A hunted man, with the garb of shame upon His overcharged nerves were all of a tingle. my body But I have brought it on myself." Every point of the foliage round about seemed to hide "'I'o me you seem more unfortunate than wicked," said a pair of awful eyes that the boy fancied were glaring at Seymour, soothingly "You are not the least bit like the them. ruffian I met down near the marsh a short time ago." The suspense was something terrible "What!" almost shouted the dying man, grasping the He held his breath and dared not move a finger boy by the arm "You saw him! Close by, you say, and Why had the thing stopped, and what was it doing now? not an hour since? Great heavens! I thought I had Seymour strained his ears for sorn'.e sign of its pr e sence thrown him off the scent. No sleuth hound is keener than but not a twig stirred. he. Ile will find me-dead, maybe-but he will find me, To add to the boy's terror, the dying man moved uneasil y unless he is first taken by the officers, and he is too cun about and talking incoherently. tling a scound:i;el to be easily trapped. But I will foil him, It was so dark now that Seymour co uld no longer dis after all," he tearing at his coat with a feverish eagertinguish the convict's features. ness which surprised Atwood. "Boy, heaven must have "Boy, are 'you here?" he whispered, groping around sent you to me for a good pu;rpose." fe e bly with one hanc1 until he caught Atwood's arm. "I He now held in his fingers a folded sheet of soiled notecannot see you. It is cold-very cold H paper After a moment's silence he continued. "This," he said, in great agitation, "has cost me my !' 1----:-I gave you a paper-a little while ago, didn't I?"


A MADCAP SCHEME : 1 "Yes, answered Seymour, with his voice to the man's "Guard it well and-follow the directions. I feel I am going fast. Can you pray? Ask ev.ery one to-forgive--" A shudder passed over his body and there was a rattle in his throat. At that awful moment the mysterious sound came again, no longer a cautious approach, but a quick msh, like some wild animal forcing its way through the brush. Seymour sprang to his feet. Even in h is panic he realized one thing clear ly. It was all over with his companion-Convict 99 was dead. Then something burst into the dell upon him, and the boy took to his heels, like a frightened hare. scarcely know ing in what direction he went. CHAPTER III. CONCERNING THE TREASURE BURIED ON COCOS ISLAND. Seymour was not pursued, but his excited fanc y led him to imagine that the companion of Convict 99 was hard upon his heels. \ Scrambling over a fence that barred his way he stumbled across the freshly turned sods of a ploughed fiel d, finally coming to the fence which bordered the county road. Quite exhausted, he paused to his breath, with a fearful g l ance over his shou ld er into the pasture through which he had just passed. The bright starlight night would have revealed his pur suer had he be<:n followed, but the enemy waa not in sight "Thank goodness, I've got away from him!'' thought the boy, with a feellng of infinite relief. "I hope I shan't find him lying in wait for me down the road," with a shudder "I never knew before what it is to be. afraid of any one, but I wouldn't encounter that ruffian on this l onesome road to-night for a gold mine." Just then he heard the sound of wheels and the regular thuds of a horse's hoofs coming toward him. Almost immediately a. horse and buggy loomed dimly into sight around a turn in the road "Here's luck!" breathed Seymour. "I'll get a lift to town." As the vehicle, driven by a solitary occupant, came near, Atwood rushed forward. "Whoa!" cried a boyish voice, pulling in his animal. "Who are you and what do you want?" "Is that you, .Joe?" exclaimed Atwood, in a joyful tone. "Good gracious What are yo. u doing out here at this time of night, Seymour? Jump in." The invitation was superfluous, for Seymour was half in the buggy at the time. "Get up!" cried Joe Morris, to the easy-going animal, and off the rig started along the road \ "Make her go faster, Joe," said Atwood, nervously. "Faster I Are you in a hurry to reach town?" "I want to get away from this locality just as soon as I can." "Why, what ails you, old chap?" asked his companion, in some s urprise. '1You look and act a s if you'd just seen a spook." "I've been up against something worse than that," re' plied Seymou, soberly. "You have! Let's hear about it," curiously. "I'll tell you to-morrow, Joe. I don't feel equal to it just now." "You went fishing down the creek this afternoon, didn't you?" "You know I did. I wanted you to go along, but you had to go over n ear the bay with a me ssage to your uncle." "That's righ t, and I'm just getting back now. I stayed to supper, that's why I'm so late. Well, you went fishing now where's your catch? Seymour hadn't thought of his string of fish since the moment the line snapped and they dropped on the earth in the dell. "My fish!" he replied. "Why, I forgot all about them." "Forgot about them!" cri ed Joe, much asto nished. "I left in the dell at the head of the ravine "What did you do that for?" "Don't ask me, Joe. Something happened that took my attention off the fish altogether." "Something happened, eh? Say, old man, can't you tell a fellow what happened to you? I'm dead curious to know. I never knew you to act like this before." They had reached the more set tled part of Alameda now and Seymour felt easier in his mind. 'Well, Joe, I 've had a pretty fierce adventure." "I should think you had by the way you go on. Been up against a tramp?" "Worse than that, Joe." "Not a mad dog, or somet hing of L1.at kind?" Seymour shook his head. "I met the two convicts who esca ped from San Quentin last week." "You didn't!" gasped Joe, in amazement. "I did. One of them I met down on the edge of the marsh near the railroad, and he was a murd e rou s ruffian if there ever was one. The other I ran across in the dell, and he was--" "Worse than the other, 1 suppose," chipped in Joe, eager ly. "No, hewasn't. I wasn't afraid of him at all." "Oh, you wasn't," grinned Joe. "You're going to notify the police right away that those chaps are in the neighbor hood, aren't you?" "Yes. You might drive on to the station." "I'll do it. There's a reward for information leading to their capture, you know, and you stand a pretty fair show of gathering it in." "I'd give up every cent of the reward to see the villain I near the marsh under lock and key." "You would! Why?"


6 A MADCAP SCHEME. "For r easons," replied Seymour. "Ho I And what about the other?" "Oh, he won't trouble anybody any m or e." "Why not?" "Because he's dead." "Dead You don't say!" "He died from a stab wound inflicted by the other fellow." "How do you know that?" "Because he told me so." "Then you were talking to him?" said Joe, evidently astonished. "I was. I was with him till he died.". "Caesar's ghost I You don't say so. When did he die?" "About five minutes before I met you." Joe Morris whistled and looked hard at his companion. "Where did he croak? Not besid\! the road?" "No. In the dell." "No wonder you look all broke up. How came you to stay with him till he died ?'r wonderingly. "I had reasons "Aren't you going to tell me?" "I'll tell you the whole story to-morrow." \ "vVhy not now?" "I don't feel in the mood of going over it to-night." "Say, if you don't tell me I'll be awake half the night, wondering what sort of an adventure you had." "Don't -talk foolish, J qe. I'll come over to your house in the morning and relieve your curiosity." As. they were now within a few doors of the station house, Joe made no further remark, and Seymour presently aligl}.ted, and, followed by his companion, who wanted to hear all that passed between his chum and the police, the station. Seymour gave his information to an office1 on duty and wasted very few words on the subject. Then Joe drove him up to the gate of the Atwood cot tage, and left him, after exacting a promise from his friend that he would surely be over early at his house on the following morning. Seymour found his mother worrying over his prolonged absence. "What kept you so late, my son? I've been keeping your supper warm these two hours." "Well, mother, I've had quite an adventure on my way home from the creek, that's why I've been so long getting back As soon as she put his supper on the table, he told her, between bites, what he had been through. But not to alarm her he made it as easy as he could She thought it serious enough even at that. "Have you informed the police?" she asked. "Yes, mothi:ir. It's up to them now.' I only hope they catch the surviving convict. He's altogether too desperate a villain to be allowed to remain at large." Seymour soon retired to his room, and the first thing he did when he got there was to fish the piece of paper from his pocket which Convict 99 had given him with the earn est injunction to guard well from prying eyes. The boy was bl.uning with curiosity to learn the contents of the paper, which hap. cost its owner his life to preserve. "It must be very valuable," he thought, as he carefully unfolded it out upon his writing table. There was a rough sketch of the interior of a vessel's bows, with an arrow pointing directly at the heel of the bowsprit. Underneath, written by a lead pencil, was the following: "Sch. Santa Cruz-bay 1 mile S. Oakland cr .-chart of cocos Island hidden in heel of bowsprit-gives exact clew to treasure buried on island by Thomas Smith, mate of brig Tornado, pirate, Captain Champlain, 1820. "This treasure, which I have seen with my own eyes, con sists of silver and gold coin, silver bars and gold wedges held together by leather thongs, church ornaments, includ ing a large ostensorium, studded with precious stones, the rays of the sun image being alternately of gold and silver. There is also a stout chest, studded with iron bolt heads, supposed to be filled with money and jewels I place the value of this treasure, exclusive of unlmown contents of chest, at half a million dollars. Believe there is a million or more in chest. Several attempts have been made to find this treasure, all of which have failed I received chart from one, Yates, who said he got it from Smith himself. I arranged with a wealthy Mexican, of Panama, to fit out an expedition to recover this hidden hoard. We sai1ed for island in due course, but schooner went ashore on rocks of Chatham Bay at night in heavy gale. All lost but myself. I had no difficulty in locating the cave where treasure lies hidden, but had no way of removing it from island. Was taken off by brig Starfish, months later, and landed in San Francisco. My evil star brought me in contact with a scoundrel named Joe Bristol, who had been a beachcomber in the South Pacific, and like Il!-any of these was an es caped Austra l ian convict. He planned a burglary of a Rincoln Hill residence, in which he induced me to join. We were caught with the goods, convicted and sent to San Quentin for ten years. We served than a year.' In a burst of confidence I told him o.f the Cocos Island treasure and how I alone held the key to its hiding place, and had concealed the chart under the flooring of the room we had occupied in Pacific Street. From that hour he devoted all his energies to effecting our escape from the prison, and one dark, foggy night a week ago, we got away by a device which on l y a desperate man would have undertaken. We reached the city in safety, and I succeeded in recovering the chart. From that hour Bristol never lost sight of me, and I never drew a free breath, for I had fathomed his purpose, which was to rob me of the chart. We lay hidd e n till yesterday in a house in Murderers' Alley, and I slept with one eye open, and only' when the place was full of com pany Last night the police got scent of us and we w e re obliged to fly the city, coming to the mar s h near Alameda. Here Bristol made an attempt to get the chart from me, and when I resisted stabbed me in the sicte. I fl.eel in the darkness eluded his pursuit, and took refuge on the sunken


A MADCAP SCHEME. 'I schooner Santa Cruz on the bay shore, near Oakland creek, where I had the chart, and am writing these words for the benefit of whoever shall find my body, for I feel I have re ceived my death wound I dare not stay even here lest that scoundrel find me and discover this paper. I know a spot where I think I will be secure even from him May God have mercy on me, since every other hand is raised against me PETER MA.RLE. C HA P TE R IV. -STA.R1'ING FOR THE WREOK OF THE SANT.A. ORUZ. To say that Seymour was astonished at the contents of the paper, which was written in a close, hand, and took him some time to decipher, would be stating the case very mildly. He read it over twice to make sure he had mastered every word of the singular communication It had a special significance for him, for he remembered reading a story in the Chronicle a year before of an expe dition fitted out in San Francisco to search for the alleged treasure of Cocos Island, which had rehuned after an un successful quest He had also heard his father speak more than once about this piratical treasure trove, and in terms which showed that he had believed in its existence. "By George!" he exclaimed, excitedly "Can it really be true that this Peter Marle, Convict 99, actually saw the treasure with his own eyes, as he avers in this paper? It mus t be so, for tht'.se are his dying words, one might say. And the chart which he says he hid somewhere in the heel of the bowsprit of that old wreck on the edge of the bay, the schooner Santa Cruz, which Joe and I explored this spring, contains the clew that no one has been able to light upon these last fifty years Joe and I must get that chart to-moITow morning, if it really exists, as I cannot doubt Lut it does. And then? Good gracious Think of a mil lion dollarn' worth of treai::ure at our beck and call. It seems too goocl to be true. I'm afraid I shan't sleep a wink to-night That chart is like the 'open sesame' to the rob bers' caYc in the 'Forty Thieves.' Lor, when I read that story how I did envy Ali Baba! He had a regular cinch, and if there rca1ly is something definite in that Cocos Isl and chalit, I'll have another. That is, providing, of course, I can realize on my information. Come to think of it I don't know where this Cocos Island is, except that I believe it's somewhere ofi the coast of Columbia in the Pacific I wonder if m:v encyclopaedia throws any light on it?" He went to his bookcase and brought out the volume deal ing with the letter C. "Let me see," he muttered, turnir1g over the pages till he reached Coe. 'Cocos, a genus of trees distinguished by--' That isn't it. 'Cocos Islands, two small islands near the west coast of Sumatra, discovered by Keeling in 1609,' That certainly isn't the-ah, h ere i t is 'Cocos Island, about 480 miles southwest of Panama. Lat. 5 deg 33 min. N.; long., 87 deg. W.' That isn't a big amount of information, but it locates the island clear enough, all right. I should judge the island is about 3,000 miles from here." He got out his atlas, turned to the map of South America, and to his great delight found that Cocos Island was shown by name attached to a small dot at some little distance from the coast of Columbia, and southwest of the Isthmus. It was some time before Seymour could undress and go to bed. read the words written by Peter Marle over once again before he did so. Then he lay tossing about in bed for a full hour before he finally dropped off to sleep Even then his slumber was disturbed by visions of a rocky island in the midst of a vast expanse of water, and a cave filled to overflowing with gold, and silver, and jeweled crucifixes, and diamond-studded goblets, and wha t not. The morning sun was shining full in at his window when he awoke next morning It was one of those glorious California mornings of which there are so many on the Pacific slope. The first thing he thought of was the Cocos Island treas ure, and the wa.y he tumblec'l out of bed, washed and dressed himself, one would ha7e fancied he expected to catch an early train for San Jose, or somewhere else He had left the sheet of paper containing Peter Mar1e's writing on the table, and this he now carefully put away in his pocketbook. Then he went downstairs to breakfast, for he hen.rd his mother calling him. "I'm going over to see Joe Morris, mother," he said, after he had finished his meal. As this was a regular occurrence with him, only faricd by Joe coming over to see him, his mother offered no ob jection. So putting on his hat he was off like a shot Joe lived three blocks away, in a somewhat bigger and more pretentious house, for his father, who was ca.shier in a large wholesale house in San Francisco, was fairly well to -do. The two boys, who were in the same class at the high school, had been chums ior two years, and were never so happy as when in each other's company. Their favorite sport was boating and fishing, and they followed this at Oakland Creek and out in. the bay Joe's uncle, who lived near the bay, owned a catboat, and the boys often borrowed it and went over to Goat Island, or up and dowr1 the bay for a considerable distance in either direction In fact, it was nothing unusual for them, when the wind was fair they wanted to make a clay of it, to go as fa r as the Two Brothers Islands off San Pablo Bay. Once they even sailed over to Fort Point, within full view o f the Gol den Gate.


. .... -...... A MADCAP When Seymour arrived at his chum's house he found Joe sitting on the front veranda waiting for him. "Hello, old skeesicks !"grinned Joe. "I see you've kept your word.'' pirate's trea s ure-trove! Gold, silver, pieces of ei,,;". c < ; they are called in s tories of the Spani s h Main, jewe,_., church ornaments and all the rest, worth a million or more I le.ave it to your s elf, does it seem reasonable?" "Don't I always keep it, Joe ?" "Well, come to think of it, you do. dpn't I?" "I admit it doe sn 't,'' r e plied Seymour. "But strang e r I believe I do, too, t hing s have happened to a boy than even that." \ "I gl,less you do." "Take a seat, and let's hear all about that wonderful ad venture of yours. I see by the morning paper that the po lice found the body of Peter Marle, otherwise Convict 99, where you told them to search for him. His body was clawed over as if he had been attacked by a wild beast. Know anything about that?" "He wasn't in that shape when he died," replied Sey mour. "But I can imagine what caused it." "You can, eh? Well, that's more than the police have discovered. They've got your name in the paper, all right," snickered his chum. "But I didn't notice anything about a reward coming your way." "They haven't captured that other rascal, then?" said Seymour, in a tone of d\sappointment. "Not up to the time the paper went to press. They'll get him all right, for State Detective Jackson, and a couple of the prison wardens are hot upon his track. Th e paper says he's nn English crook, who years ago escaped from an Australian prison." "Yes, and his name is Joe Bristol. Well, are you ready to hear my story?" "Bet your life I am.'1 S e ymour thereupon laid before his chum all that he had passed through the previo .us afternoon and evening, from his encount e r with Bristol, down near the marsh, to the death of Peter :M:arle. "Gee whiz!" exclaimed Joe, admiringly, "you've got more nerve than I have. I wouldn't have stood by, in the dark, too, and watched that convict die for a farm "I felt sorry for the poor fellow, and I think you would have, too, if you'd seen him under the same circum s tances'. I didn't have the heart to leave him all alone in the gloom of the dell to die like an outcast animal. I don't believ e he was really a bad man-he certainly was not in the same class with Bristol. That fellow hasn't any more feeling thnn a stone. I guess he's got murder clown to a fine art. He's responsible !or Tuiarle's death, and ought to swing for it." "I dare say he ought if you say so. But what about that paper the dead man handed you before he passed in his checks? I s'pose you've read it, haven't you?" "Yes, and now I'm going to let you read it," replied Seymour, taking the paper from his pocketbook and hand ing it over to his companion. Joe read it over with unfeigned interest. "Jumping jewsharps !" he ejaculated. "Do you really believe there's anything in this?" "Why not?" "It seems like the wildest kind of a dream that you could come into possession of such a secret as that. A "In story books-yes." "No, out of s tory books. Don't you know that real solid facts are sometimes stranger than fiction?" "So they are. But think of such a thing coming right home to you, just an ordinary, every-da y boy lik e mys elf . I tell you it doesn't seem natural. It s ounds like a pipe dream." "No matter what it .sounds like. The proof of the pud ding is in the eating. Are you ready to go with me thi s morning to the wreck of the Santa Cruz and see if we can find that chart of Cocos Island?" "Am I ready? Bet your whiskers I am. But I don't think you'll find it, just the same." "That's where we differ, Joe. I b e lieve we will find it, and just where Peter Marle says h e re that he hid it. What object could he have, in the condition he was in, to write about a lot of stuff that wasn't true?" "That's just the point," replied Joe, wagging his head, s a gely "It wa.s the condition he was in that led him to do it, ma ybe. A man with a mortal wound in his side is apt to be off hi s nut, and I think that accounts for the whole thing. If it isn't a ghost story I shall be mightily surpri s ed." "Well, you mu s t r emembe r I talked to the man before he died, and I'm ready to swear he had hi s senses about him." "Well, I won't argue the matter. What's the use? Let's go down s earch the Santa C111z. If we find the chart in question I'll haul in my horns and admit that, as a second Solomon, I don't amount to shucks." Joe went into the house and told hi s mother that he and Seymour Atwood were going off clown to the bay tog e ther. Then the two boys s tarted upon their six-mile walk to the scene of the wreck of the schooner Santa Cruz. CHAPTER V. SEARCHING FOR THE CHART OF COCOS ISLAND. They set out at a good: stiff, swinging gait, for they were fine athletic young fellows, enjoying robust he.alth and bles s e d with buoyant spirits. In a little ove r an hour they s i g hted the waters of San Franci sco Bay, an d then followin g the s hore line south from th e mouth of Oakland Cre e k they soon caught si ght of the r e main s of th e S anta C ruz h e r n o s e or bow, p o inting skywarcl at an a ngl e of forty-five degie.es or so, alone show ing a few yard s above the bed of mud and water in which she la y buri e d for thre e-quar te r s of her length. The vessel had been driven a s hore in a stiff sou'west gale


A MADCAP SCHEME. -========================================================================== two years before, and had been allowed to go to pieces in the mud when it was found it wouldn't pay to haul her off. At low tide she was surrounded by the mud alone, at high tiJe a foot or two of water laved the base of her ex prow. The tide was up when Seymour and Joe reached the vicinity that morning, and the problem. of reaching her was solved by a small raft tied to the shore, which some boys had constructed for the purpose, no doubt, of visiting her. The waters of the bay sparkled in the bright sunshine as if encrusted with myriads of diamonds, and the gentle breeze kissed innumerable little wavelets into life and motion. "Just the morning for a sail, isn't it?" remarked Joe, enthusiastically, as they stepped upon the raft. "Not on an old thing like this." "Of c'onrst;! not. I mean in my uncle's catboat." "Well, after we find that chart perhaps we'll take a trip about the neighborhood." They poled out to the wreck, which was only a short dis tance from shore, mounted her sloping sides, secured the rope attached to the raft by tying it to a ring-bolt and then scrambled up the bit of deck and dropped down into the forecastle through the open hatch. Hardly had they disappeared when a haggard, disreput able-looking being, who had been following hard upon their heels, unknown to the boys, emerged from the bushes which fringed the road, and after a sharp glance about the vi cinity, glided down to the water's edge and glared across the expanse of mud and water which intervened between the shore and the wreck of the Santa Cruz. If Seymour had seen him he would have recognized the newcomer on the scene as the villainous Joe Bristol, and the sight of his forbidding features wouldn't have mad e him feel any too good. But Seymour wasn't thinking of the Australian convict at that moment. His thoughts were more pleasantly engaged. He and Joe Morris were balancing themselves about the heel of the schooner's broken bowsprit, and each with a bit of lighted candJe in hand was about to search for the pre cious map of Cdcos Island. "T1et's have a g limp se o f that writing, will you?" asked ,Toe. "The arrow points at the exact spot where Marle says he concealed the chart.'r Seymour brought the writi.ng forth, and after they both studied it a moment and compared it with the end of the bowsprit they noticed a broad crack in the latter. "That's where it i s if it's here at all," said Joe, pointing at the crack. "Well, it's a good place to stow such a thing away in i.f it isn't large!' "No one would ever think of looking into a na.rrow slit like tha t.'r "Sure they wouldn't. We never thought of doing such a thing when we were here before." "Well, less talk and more action," grinned Joe. "I'll hold ;my candle over on this side and see what I can see, while you do the same on your side." "There's something in there all right," was Seymour's exclamation a few moments later. He drew his jack-knife from his pocket, opened up the big blade and began to poke the crack with it. "By George! I've got hold of it, and it is a paper of some kind." "Fish it out then!" cried Joe, in no little excitement. "That's what I'm trying to do, old man." He scraped away for several moments till he got a grip on the end of the thing, when he succeded in drawing one end out far enough to catch hold of it with his fingers Then he carefully drew out of its hiding place a discolored piece of in folded form. The boys put their heads together, while Joe held up his bit of candle as Seymour unfolded the paper. "By the great hornspoon !" cried Joe, in ecstasy of de light. "It's the chart. P e ter Marle wasn't off his base, after all." As the words escaped hi s lips the shadow of a ma.n's head was suddenly thrown upon the little patch of sun shine at their feet. Joe saw it and looked up at the open h8rtcl11way. The face and shoulders of Joe Bristol, the Australian convict, was framed in the opening, and it was a face the boy wasn't likely to forget very soon. 1 "Good gracious!" he exclaimed, with a start, for that terrible pair of eyes was fixed savagely upon him "What's the matter?" asked Seymour, astonished a the sudden trepidation displayed by his companion. "There's a man at the hatch watching us," repliei1'J"oe, in unsteady tones. 1 Seymour turned around and looked. One glance was sufficient to congeal the blood irl his verns. "Great heavens, Joe!" he whispered, hoarsely. "It's the convict, Bristol!" The villain, perceiving that he was observed, dragged himself up, drew an ugly looking knife-the same with which he had stabbed Peter Marle-and thrusting it be tween his teeth, jumped down into the forecastle and con fronted the boys. "Hand thet chart over, my covies, and be spry about it, or I'll carve yer both into mincemeat." "The chart is mine," replied Seymom;, shoving it into his pocket. "It's mine!" cried Bristol. "And I. mean ter have it, d'ye hear?" He made a dash at Seymour with the knife, and the boy sprang over the bowsprit to avoid him. But he need riot have done so, for scoundrel's feet s lipped on the s loping deck and he ca.rrie, down flat on the planks, the knife sticking into the wood1 His hand lost its hold on the weapon, which stood out quivering in the sunlight, and his body slid down into mud and ooze at the lower end of the forecastle.


1 0 A MADCAP SCHEME. Joe Morris, with great presence of m:nd, seized the knife I "You ought to turn it over to the police." a nd clrew it out of the cleck. "I mean to. Do you know, Joe, I think Bristol followed "C9me !"he cried to Seymour. "Let's skip before that us to the wreck." fellow can extricate himself "What makes you think so ?" asked Morris, in some sur -His companion was only too glad to follow his lead. prise. They sprang, in turn, through the hatchway, slid down "I'm afraid he's got me spotted." t o the waiting raft, t1J1d, seizing the pole, cast off and made "SpotteJ for the shore as fast as possible "Yes. I'm .almost certain he knows I met Marle, and was Before they reached it they saw the head ancl shoulders, with him when he died and :finally the body, of the convict rise through the hatch"What of that?" / way. He followed them with his eyes, and shoolc his fist after them, in impotent fury, but rnacle no attempt to follow by wading through the mucl and water, shoreward, which was t he way he had gained the wreck "Gee whiz He's a bird," said .Joe, with a sickly grin "A bircl of ill omen," replied Seymour, as they stepped o n shore "I guess we won't go sailing to clay," put in Joe, as he tiecl up the raft. "No. We've got something else--something more important to engage onr attention." The boys looked back at the wreck of the Santa Cruz Bristol, the convict, wa.s no longer in sight. "Why, where clicl he go?" asked Joe. "Ba.ck into the forecastle, I guess, to keep out of sight Co111e on I wish we might meet one of the San Quentin officials, we could put him on to his quarry." 'l'hus speaking, Seymour ancl his chum started for home. v o CHAPTER VI. THE CLEW TO THE COCOS ISLAND TREASURE "Look here, Joe," said Seymour "Do you know it's very singu l ar how that rasca l came to be about the wreck of the s.rnta Cruz." "Oh, I don't know I guess he came there to hicle. "I doubt it. The officers are sure to visit it, jf they h aven't already done so, ancl are likely to keep their eye on it. It woul d be more of a. trap than a place of refuge for a hunted criminal." "Those chaps make mistakes sometimes and queer them selves "I don't believe that fellow is making any. In my i on he's about as artnl a villain as walks in shoe leather." "He's a mighty harcl case Look at the way he startf'cl for you with that knife If he harln't slipped there might have been trouLle It's a nasty looking weapon," said Joe, pulling kr ife out of his pocket and looking at it. "No doubt that is the knife with which he stabbed P eter Ma.rl e." "I've a great mincl tp throw it away," replied Joe, with a shudder of disgust "GiYe it to rne if you don't care to carry it. His chum passed it over w illi ng l y, glad to be rid of it. "I'm positive it was he who rushed into the dell just as Marle breathed his last It was so dark, ancl I was so worked up at the time that I didn't recognize the intruder, but I know that scoundrel was hanging around the place, listening for sonnds that would betray the presence either of his companion or the officers who were on their track. When I made a dash and got a ;way he was probably sur prised, fJnd to that circumstance I may owe my escape from his clutches. As soon as he searched Marle's body, which, according to the newspaper, he must have done in a savage way, his suspicions were at once aroused by the ab ence of the coveted chart that he supposed his companion s till carried about his person. It must have struck him that Marle, to foil him, had given the paper to the per son, whom he probably saw was a boy, who had scurried out of the dell so suddenly Ile associated that boy with me, whom he had met down by the marsh, and resolved to discover my whereabouts at any cost, for he was determined to gain possession of the chart, whose value he unclerstoocl from having been a confidant of Marle in San Quentin. He have seen us walking along this rqad on our way to the wreck ancl shadowed us, on the alert for a chance to take us unawares, and force me to give up the chart if I had it about me "What you say sounds reasonable enough," admitted orris "N6w you can appreciate the position I am in. He knows beyond a doubt that I have the chai:t, and I won't be safe as long as he is free and in this neighborhood." "I wouldn't worry," replied his chum, reU$su.ringly. "He's bound to be caught soon." "I don't know about that," answered Seymour, soberly "Why, there are a dozen officers hunting for him in this vicinity." "That rascal is no ordinary criminal, ancl it isn't the first time he has been searched for. Probably when he escaped from the Australian prison, years ago, he was tracked for weeks ancl \veeks in the bush, and the artifices he resorted to in order to throw his pursuers off the scent are still fresh in his mincl, and he is using many of them over again Marle gave me to understand that there wasn't a foxier scoundrel on the face of the earth, and that means a heap It is harcl to match the low cunning some criminals possess, ancl they are doubly dangerous on that nccount." "That's all right," saicl Joe. "But that fellow must get foocl in order to exist, and I don't see how he's going to get it without taking such desperate chances that will cer tainly lancl him in jail within a few hours."


A MADCAP SCHEME. 11 "Well, I shan't feel easy in my mind till he's caught "I don't blame you. I guess we'd better no.t wander out of town again until we hear he's been captured "That's exactly my idea." After notifying the police that they had seen Joe Bris1ol, the convict still at large, at the wreck of the Santa Cruz, and giving up the knife, the boys went on to Seymour's house and sought the seclusion of his room in order to ex amine the chart undisturbed Seymour care.fully unfolded and smoothed out the creases of the piece of parchment like paper on which the drawing and various bits of writing had been made, and spread it out upon the smooth surface of his writing table, pinning down the four corners with flat-headed drawing tacks. The two boys bent their heads, eagerly, over it. In the center of the paper was a rude out l ine sketc h of what was evidently intended to represent the s h ore lin e of Cocos Island, for the name was written i n the midd l e o f the leaf like drawing, accompanied with the l atitude and l ong i tude given as 5 deg. 33 m N and 86 deg 59 m W What the boys took to be a huge, wide promontory p ro jected from the northern end of the outline, the point of the compass being indicated by an arrow, with a capital N at its head. On either side of this promon t ory was an i n dentation, the one on the right or west side being marked Chatham Bay, the one on the east, Wafer Bay. A circle near Chatham Bay was marked "chimney roc k." Another circle in front, enclosing a cr o ss, was m arked "cave A.round both was written, "trees and dense underbrush A. line from Chatham Bay, which passed close to the cross mark, was marked, to fl.at rock Underneath diagram were the following directions : "When afternoon sun throws shadow of Chimney Rock directly across hollow of flat rock, :aote where point o f shadow ends, and with compass measu r e off 1 2 F W. S W. and face due W when you will see narrow gap in s h eer wall of rock Measure off 5 F E. by S and d ig." That was all. "Well, what do you think of i t Joe ? ask ed Seymour looking at his chum. "I think it's great!" replied Morris, enthus i astica lly. "If we were on the island at this moment'! thiiik we coul d find that cave without any troub l e." "Perhaps we could," rep l ied h i s friend, caut i o u s l y "Why, with those directions i t l ooks al l plain sa il i n g to me!" cried Joe, eagerly "I'm afraid you'd find things m o re comp l icated on the spot." "How so?" "0h1 I can't e x actly explain what I mean." "Well, what are you going to do about it, anyway ?" "A.bout what?" "A.bout that chart, of course There's a million do ll ars' of money and other valuab les waiting out on Cocos Island for the perso n who can find it. You h o l d the clew. A.11 you've got to do is to go to the island, follow t h e di rections and take possession of the treasure I wish I ha d your luck." Seymour broke into a hearty la u gh "You tell it well Joe. "Sure I do. Isn't it down here in b l ack an d w hi te? "Yes, it's down here al l r ight. But so far as I'm con cerned that treasure might as well be in the moon as i n Cocos Island." "How so?" "How am I to get to Cocos I s l and ? 're n me t h at Morris looked at his friend and then scratched his head "What's the matter with chartering a schooner and sail ing there?" he said "That costs money, doesn't i t, and my whol e c a p i tal con sists of $100 i n an Oakl and savings bank." "You might do as some of the othe r chap did w h o went there Form a company called 'The Cocos Island Exp l ora tion and Treasure-Seeking Company. Capita l so m u ch, i n shares of $5 each.' I'd take some, bet your life With that paper you ought to have no trouble in raising all the cash you would need." "That isn't a bad idea,

... : .... '., A MADCAP SCHEME. "I did the best I could, but they only got the dead man." "They've caught the other fellow, too, about an hour ago. Haven't you heard?" "No. You don't say!" "Yes, they nailed him down near the bay." "I'm mighty glad to hear it," replied Seymour, feeling as if a big load had been removed from his mind: "Of course you know there \vas $1,000 reward offered for information leading to the capture of those rascals. You'll come in for that without a doubt. Allow me to be the first to congratulate you." "Thank you, sir I hope I'll get it. Money always comes in very handy/' "Oh, I guess there isn't much fear but you'll get it. Those chaps were not supposed to be in this neighborhood until you told where you had run across them. The Ala meda police found the dead convict, and State Detective Jackson and his associates got the other villain a short time ago. He'll be back in his cell before night, I guess." After some further conversation Seymour left the order for groceries and then he and Morris started to return to the Atwood cottage. "It's a great .relief to me to know that Bristol has been caught," said Seymour as they walked back up the street. "Sure it is," replied Morris. "I felt it in my bone.s that that rascal meant to reach me if he could. Now he won't have the chance. He'll have to put in ten long years of time before he ca.n be master o f his own actions again." "J_,ong before that the Cocos Island trea s ure ought to be credited to your bank account," grinn e d Joe. "I hope so-to both our accounts," he replied, doubt fully. "'I'o both of our accounts!" exclaimed Joe, eagerly. "Are you going let me in on it?" "Why not? I expect you to take a hand in the enter prise if we ever :find, a way to carry it out. I'm ready to divide even in that case." "Put it there, old man!" cried .Toe, holding out his hand. "We must find that treasure if we have to break a leg to do it." hope we'll :find it without meeting such ha ,rd luck as that,'' laughed Seymour, letting himself and companion in at the front door of the cottage. CHAPTER YII. THE GRIP OJ<' THE FOG There being no longer any reason why Seymour should fear to venture i;i.ear the bay shore, after lunch he and Joe started for he ho;rne of the / latter's uncle. This time they didn't walk, but went in the Morris buggy, which Joe was entitled to use when no one else wanted it. They were di s appointed not to find Joe's relative at home, as he had gone to Oakland on business. "T .... et's take a sail,'' sugge s ted Morris. "He'll be home by the time we get back. We'll stay to supr.er, and after wards we'll show him the Cocos Island documents in the library." This was satisfactory to Seymour, so the two boys went down to the private dock where the ca. tboat Sea Foam was moored. a spanking breeze this afternoon," said Joe, as be cast loose the painter from the ringbolt and stepped on board the boat, where Seymour had already preceded him; and was busily hoisting the sail. "That's what it js,'' agreeil his companion, as the Sea Foam shot awa.y from the wharf and pointed her nose out into the bay. "Where'll we go ? a.sked Joe. "Anywhere you say," replied Seymour. "Then we'll go down toward Alcatraz." "All right," answered his chum, seating himself on the weather side oJ' the cockpit, while Joe took his place beside the tiller anc1 steered the boat. Alcatraz Island was the site of one of the harbor forti fication s and lay some distance ahead. The Sea FD-am skimmed along like a gull, under the in flu e nce of the rattling wind which careened her over till h e r strip of copper sheathing fl.ashed back the rays of the early afte rnoon sun. "It won't take us long to make Alcatraz at this rate,'' grinned Joe. "Ishould say not." "Do you Jmow, I wouldn't mind going as :far as 'The Heads,' said Morris, who was right in his element when afloat. "The Heads" was the entrance to the "Golden Gate" and San ]'rancisco Bay, and was quite a long trip for Joe to sug gest, but just at that moment he was in a kind of reckless humor and had Seymour propo s ed San Pablo Bay as their destination he would have agreed, and then suggested that they keep on further to the mouth of the Sacramento River, even if they c1jdn' t get back to Alameda till the next morn ing. "We might' go as far as Saucilito," replied Seymour, but 'The Heads' is just a little too far, don't you think, if you expect to get back to the Point around supper-time?" "Ho! I don't care if we don't get back for a month,'' chuckled Joe. Of course he didn't mean that, but, all the same, Morris had reason to recall the reckless expression before many hours had passed over their heads. The Sea Foam was hitting it up at a lively gait, and the two chums were in high glee over her speed. It wasn't long before she approached a big brig lying low in the water in mid-stream. "Bet a dollar that's the Mary Ann, the craft that Andy Blake's father is part owner and skipper of, and Andy him self second ma te. Andy tolc1 me they were going to sail for Sidney some day this week,'' said Joe.


A MADCAP SCHEME. 11 "You've hit it all right, for I can see the name on her stern," replied Seymour. "I wonder: if Andy is on board. I'm going to steer close to her." He did, and as they drew close to the brig a head popped over the rail and hailed them "Sea Foam, ahoy!" Andy now!" cried Joe, waving his hand and throwing the Foam up into the wind so she los t her way and drifted around under the brig's stern to leeward. "Where are you fellows bound?" asked Blake, with an air of interest "Down to Alcatraz, and maybe further," replied Sey mour. "Don't you want to come along?" grinned 'Joe. "We'll fetch you back all right in a couple of hours or so." "I don't mind if I do," laughed Andy "The old man is ashore and won't return till after dark 'We sail in the morning with the first of the flood, so this will be the last chance I'll have to see you chaps for many moons Andy tossed a rope over the brig' s side, an_d as Joe al lowed the S e a Foam to bump gently against the vessel the young second mat e s lid down the rope and landed in the cat boat's cockpit. Then Joe eased out the mainsail so as to catch the breeze again and she glided away and ahead of the Mary Ann. "I nev er ran boys who liked the water so well as you two," remarked Andy, ai; he perched hims elf b eside Seymour, against the weather rail. "You ought to make a sea voyage for a change, just to see what it is like "I wis h I could," replie.d Seymour "Same here, old man," chipped in Morris "I'd sooner go with you in the Ma: ry Ann to Australia than back to school next term. I would, upon my honor." "And I'd like to have you both aboard thi s trip," replied Andy "We'd have a gallus old time; that is, of course, if you were passengers. I wouldn't recommend young gents like you to s hip before the mast merely for the sake of going to sea. Oh, dear, no. You'd wish vou were ashore before twelve hour s had passed over your A common sailor's life is a beastly hard one, and he gets more sea blessings in a shorter space of time than any man on earth "Ho! I guess you're right, Andy," grinned Joe. "You ought to .know, for you've been there before your father thought you knew enough to berth aft." "Ob, I had it easy to wha.t I'd been up again in another craft. The old man treats his hands like Christians, that's why th .ey like to s ail with him. There's two men aboard who have been with him for some years The boys chinned in thi s way till the catboat drew near to the Government island. "You can bet she walks when the breeze has weight to it," answered Joe, proud of his uncle 's property It was still early in the afternoon when they approached .Saudlito "Let's keep on toward 'The Heads,' suggested Joe, proud of his uncle's :ieroperty. "All right. Let her go," consented Seymour As for Andy Blake, he didn't care where the Sea Foam "'ent so long as he got back to the 1\Iary Ann by dark. With Fort Point on their left and Angel Island on the right, the boat skimmed along like one of the numerous sea gulls about them, and almost before they realized the fact they were in the Golden Gate with "The Heads" right before them. 'l'he ocean looked a bii hazy in the distance, and the de scending sun shone like a dull red ball, which fact ought to have warned them of the approach of the evening fog, but Joe and his chum were too much occupied telling Andy about the Cocos I s land treasure, and how Seymour was in possession of a clew to the same, which documents the boy exhibited to prove their story, to notice the signs ahead. Any one who ha s lived some time in San Francisco knows how quick a fog comes in from the it is all around you almost before you have any idea of its app roach,. at least that has been my experience of over twenty years On this occasion the mist seemed to blow in through "The Heads" all a.t once. Five minutes before it had looked compaxatively clear before the catboat, now she suddenly sailed right into a bank of fog that quite bewildered Joe and astonished t his companions. CHAPTER VIII. .. t TT THE BRIG "Gee whiz!" exclaimed 1\forri s "I gue&s we'd better go back." "I guess we had, too," replied Seymour. "Well, look out I'm going to come about Joe pu s hed tiller away from him, and the Sea Foam started to swing around, when just at that critical moment a heavy fl.aw struck the catboat and her starboard rail, just vacated by Seymour and Andy, who were scrambling to port, dipped 'way under water, and for the moment it look e d as if she was about to capsize. Inde e d she probably would have done so, for Joe had not eased her off quick enough, when her light ma s t snapped close above the roof of the trunk cabin, from the strain "Shall we land at Alcatraz wharf?" a s ked Joe. brou ght so upon it, and away went tbe mainsail, "I'm not stuck on doing so.,'' an s wered Seymour overboard, wh e re it dragged in the water and prevented the "None for me," laughed Andy. boat from fully righting, as she otherwise would ii.ave done "Then it's Saucilito for ours, I suppose," chuckled MorAndy, with the ins tinct of the sai lor in this emergency, ris, layin g the boat's head in that direction. dashed forward upon the roof of the cabin, and lifting the "This boat of yours is a hummer all right," said Andy. lower boom bodily, released the loop at the heel 0nd from


14 A MADCAP SCHEME. the s t ump of the mast and threw the whole thing into the water. The catboat righted at once and drifted away, oceanward. "This is a nice kettle of fish," almost groaned Morris. How the dickens are we going to get back now, and we're almost at ''.J:'he Heads?' They wrapped themselves in blankets ta.ken from th e lock ers to keep the chill of the damp fog away, and sat in the cockpit like three melancholy crows on a fence, for they were afraid to go into the cabin l est their little craft be run down by some incoming vessel, and in that case they would have no show 11t all for their lives. The situation was not only embarrassing, but decidedly I serious. They were completely surrounded by a dense fog, which might last all night, and the tide was running out, carrying the Sea Foam with it. "Jt's bad enough for you fellows," said Andy Blake, "but think of me. We are bound seaward as sure as you live, and are likely to drift out to the Farallones, or even beyond, before we're picked up. I shall lose my ship, and the old man will be wilder than a nest of disturbed hornets. I tell you this is hard luck Seymour and Joe readily agreed with him. "What a.re we going to do?" asked Joe, appealingly. "You're a navigator, Andy. Can't you suggest something?" "What can we do?" replied Andy, with a glum look. "The sai l has gone by the board, and we're about as helpless a!1_ a log adrift And so they were. And to make matters worse they were right in the track of the incoming Italian fishing smacks, and very liable to be run down and sunk in the fog. S eymour baled out the water, which had com:e into the cockpit when the boat heeled over so far that time, but this didn't take him long. "This will be a cruise and a half, I reckon, before we're through with it," said Morris,_ dolefully, as he re seated him self peside the tiller ''You're apt to get all the salt water you want and per haps more before we're ta.ken in tow to-morrow morning," a nswered Andy, resignedly. "Tomorrow morning I" gasped Joe "Exactly. From what I know of these fogs, and I know a little, I guess, it will ho l d this way all night. It's getting dark now. "This is fierce," said Seymour, wondering what his mother would do when he didn't turn up within a reason able time "It's more than fierce," interjected Joe. "The folks worr't know what has become of us. They'll have a fit as sure as you live if we don't turn up before to morrow." "If any craft runs foul of us during the night we'll never turn up," replied Andy, gloomily. The Sea Foam continued to drift further and further away to the southwest from the coast of California during the night, which was the long est and by far the most mis erable the boys had ever passed in their lives At l ength, after many weary hours, the dense, white vapor, which brooded heavily over the s urface of the water, began to lighten up in the east "It's getting on to sunrise, fellows," said Andy Blake. "I suppose the fog will lift pretty soon, then," replied Seymour. "It ought to, but there's no telling when it will break away," answered Andy. "Ugh!" grunted Joe, and that was all he said.In due time the sun rose, but its rays produced no other effect on the fog than to give it a sort of brassy hue For some hours there had been little or no wind stirring Now a light breeze sprang up, causing the mist to un dulate in large, white volumes. At intervals thereafter a break would occur in the bank of vapor, permitting the su n to show a fleeting glimpse of his broad, rayless, yellow disk, which, from its strange appear ance, rather increased than diminished the gloom while it was visible. An hour later, eight 6'clock by Seymour's watch, the mist suddenly cleared away like magic, leaving the catboat rising and falling upon the blue waters of the broad Pacific sparkling in the sunshine. Joe sprang to his feet and, sbading his eyes with hi s hands, looked long and earnestly / astern for the coast of California, which he had confidently counted on seeing not so many miles a .way, but there wasn't a vestige of land in sight. "Great horn.spoons I" he ejaculated, in dismay "Where have we got to?" The others had followed his gaze and were just as dis appointed. Then all three turned around and swept tlle sea forward. There, not more than a few hundred yards distant was a small brig, under her upper and lower topsails, foresail, jib and foretopma.st staysai l, but her yards swung around at opposite angles to one another, showing that she was hove to. "Oh, lord, don't talk that way groaned Joe "Things are bad enough a s they are." "Hurrah!" shouted Joe. "The country's safe after all." The boys up, waved their arms and shouted lustily as the brig slowly closed in on the catboat, but not the slightest notice was taken of them. That's what Seymour thought, but he didn't say any thing. Before long the wind veered around and blew quite fresh off shore. This helped anything to push them still further sea ward. Darkness closed i n aro und them and the prospect looked gloomier than ever. "Those chaps must be all asleep aboard there," said Seymour. "I haven't seen a solitary head above the rail yet." "They can't be all below," said Andy. "The watch on deck must be moving about and ought to have heard us by this time. She's only a hundred yards away now."


A MADCA P SCHEME The boys looked anxiously at the brig, but apart from a thin whiff of smoke, which rose lazily into the air from the galley stovepipe, not a sign of life was to be seen aboard of her "Come, fellows," saicl Andy. "Let's shout all together "Brig. a.hoy-oy roared the tlu'ee boys through their hands, in megaphone fashion "That's loud enough to wake the dead," remarked the young second mate "']'hey must hear that." A dark, shaggy head suddenly appeared above the low forecastle rail. "There's somebody now!" cried J oc, joyous ly. "Bow--wow-wow I" came in sharp accents from the head. "It's a dog," said Seymour "That's something," replied Andy "His actions will attract the attention of the watch, at any rate." "Row-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! The brig was on l y fifty yards away, and would appa r ently bump into the wreck of the sailboat. At that moment Andy's nautical eye noticed something that probably would have attracted the notice of Joe and Seymour The boats missing from the two davits on the star board side of the b r ig, and the tack l e was hanging loose just above the water. "There's something funny about the era .ft," said Andy. "Look at that tackle swinging there. Looks as if the two missing boats had been recently lowered "It does that," replied Seymour, with a look of curious interest. "Do you think the brig has been abandoned?" asked Joe, opening his eyes. "Hardly. 'rhere must be somebooy aboa.rd now. Don't you see that smoke from the galley? The cook is getting breakfast." "Well, if there's anybody aboard they Ol1ght to take no tice of us. Let's give another shout." This suggestion was acted upon, Lut attracted notice from nobody but the dog, who began to bark again, and frisk about on the forecast l e deck "This is the strangest thing I ever saw,'' said Andy "Since they won't take the trouble to invite us aboard, we'll have to invite ourselves "That's right," acquiesced .Toe. "We can't float around out here with nothing to eat and no means of reaching shore again. What have they got those yards braced about in that funny way for?" "The brig is hove to," replied Andy. "Evidently wait ing for the boats' crews to return." "But where are the boats?" cried Joe, l ooking all around the horizon. "Ask me something easier, J oe." The brig, whose name, San ,Jacinto, appeared in gilt l et ters at her prow, gradually cmne nearer and nearer, until at last Andy grasped one of the hanging falls by which the "Grab hold and cli n g on w h i l e I s hin up an d see what's doing aboard The two boys did so, and, l ike a m onkey, A ndy pull e d himself up, hand over hand, grabbed one of the i ro n da vits and s l id down on to the deck, where h e d isa pp eared. CHAPTER IX A MYS T E R Y O F "rH E SEA. Seymou r and Joe, cli ng in g t o t h e d avit tac kle, wai ted impatiently, for thei r companion to reappear The minutes pa.':lsed and sti ll t h ere was n o s ign of him. The dog had disappeared from the forecast le, an d the boys could hear him barking aft a t a grea t r a t e "Andy takes a long time to bring somebod y t.o our ass i s t ance, don't you think?" remarke d Joe. "Oh, well, what's the odds rep l ied h is c hum. "It doesn't bother u s m u ch t o hol d oft to t hi s tac kle, and while we do we can't drift away." At that moment Andy's h ead appeare d a.t the rail ab<:>ve. "Can you fellows shin u p that t ack l e ?" he asked. I guess so," rep l ied Seymo ur. "Well, make the catboat's painte r fast to one ot thos e blocks and then come a.boar d." Seymour did so, and then, one after the oth e r, the boys climbed up the ropes to the d avit and s lid dow n on deck, where they were tumu l tuous l y greeted b y the dog '. "Where's the peop l e who o u g h t t o b e I see any one," said Joe, look i n g ar o u nd. "There isn't a sou l aboard, n ot even the skipper the cook,'' replied Andy "Not a wul aboard!" gasped Joe. "Not one. And the funniest thing of all," sai d Andy, in a hushed voice, as if discovery had deep l y an d unpleasantly impres s ed him, "is that not only is the gal ley fir e li ghted, with fresh coal, apparently, but there's a pot of lobscouse cook1ng on the stove, as if the cook had only just s t epped out and would return at any momen t. S ay, fe llows, I don t like the looks of this thing at a]l." "Let's talrn a look at the galley," sai d Seym our. Andy, with evident nervous ness, led tl1e wa y, and all three entered the place It was exactly as Blake h ad sai d The fire was burning brightly and a p o t containin g a kind of meat and vegetab l e stew was s i mme ri ng on th e stove There was also a pot of coffee warm i ng a t the bac k and on a shel f was a tin vessel fu ll of ship's biscui t. The galley looked neat and clean, and the pots, p ans, tin plates, cups, knives and forks were as bright as s c ouring could make them. "Rave you been i n the cabi n ? asked Seym our of the young mate. brig's boats had been lowered and hung on I "Yes. And I looked i nto every corner of it." "Row about t he fo recastl e ?"


A MADCAP SCHEME. "I've looked into the fo'k's'le. Not a soul there." some mystery here," answered Seymour. Andy nodded, solemnly. "The brig has either been deserted this morning by all hands from the skipper down," he said, earnestly, "or she's--" "She's what?" asked Seymour. "Haunted," replied Andy, in a hollow voice. "Good for'!" Joe, bolting out of the.galley. Seymour was startled by Andy's suggestion, but he didn't believe in any such "I didn't know yon were so superstitious, Andy." "If you'd lived as long aboard ship as I have you'd feel that way yourself." "Well, I tell you one thing, I feel mighty hungry just now, and that stew smells so good I believe I could get away with the whole of it. Let's sail in and clean it up. What do you say?" Andy looked wistful1y at the pot. It was clear he had a hankering in that direction himself. "I'd like to," he said," but--" "But what?" asked Seymour, impatiently. "I'm afraid or it." "What's the matter with it? It looks done to a turn. I never saw a nicer stew in my life," remarked Seymour, licking his lips in anticipation of a feed. "I'd like to know who made that stew," said Andy, solemnly. "Well, no ghost did it, I'll swear to that." ".How can you tell?" replied Andy, looking fearfully arpund the little gal ley. "Oh, don't talk such rot! I'm going to taste it.'r ''I wouldn't if I was you.'' paid no attention to him, but taking a spoon, lifted a portion of the stew on to a tin plate and then began to swallow it with great relish. "This is the finest ever," he said, with his mouth full. "You don't lmow what you're mis;ging." The temptation was too much for Andy, who proceeded, with ludicrous caution, to ladle out a plateful. It tasted as good as it looked, and Andy sailed into it at once. Joe, who had been watching them from the door, and whose appetite was also on edge, re-entered the galley and helped himself, too. "Gee!" he exclaimed, "this is all to the mustard, bet yom life I" "Well; I guess yes!" said Seymour, refilling his plate, an example followed by Andy. They helped themselves to the biscuits. "Kind of hard, but toothsome, just the same," com mented Seymour. Then he poured out tin cups full of coffee. "Where's the piilk and sugar?" asked Joe, looking around. Andy laughed. "You don't expect to find milk aboard. ship, do you?" "What's the matter with condensed milk?" "There may be some in the pantry for the cap'n's table, but the foremast hands take their coffee in the dark.'r "Wherfs the pantry? I don't like coffee in the dark," said Joe. "First door as you enter the cabin." "Come along and show me. the way," said Joe, who ob-_ viously didn't want to go aft alone. While Andy and Joe were absent, Seymour glanced about the deck, through the galley door. He noticed that the forehatch was lying bottom upward beside the combing, and the appearance of some of the ropes indicated decided carelessness on the part of the late crew, yet no sound was heard save the creaking of the blocks as the ropes pulled back and forth through them. Andy and .Joe presently returned with a bowl of sugar, but no canned milk. "We'll have to drink it raw," said Joe, making a wry face. "There isn't a sign of condensed milk in the pantry." They :finished their breakfast, gave the last of the stew to the dog, and then went out on deck, feeling a hundred per cent. better. "M;aybe there's some one in the hold," said Seymour, pointing to the open hatch. "Let's holler down." So they gathered around the hatch and shouted lustily, but to no effect. The dog put his forefeet on the combing of the hatch and barked loudly. Then he ran to the starboard s ide and whisked up and down near the davits, as much as to say that his human companions had gone away in that direction. The boys paid little attention to him, but made their way to the cabin. To judge by the general appearance of affairs here one would have said that the officers had just gone on deck. The table was set for breakfast, and on a locker was the log-.slate with the reckoning partially worked out. "This beats anything I ever heard of," said Andy, as he piloted the way into what he asserted was the cap'n's stateroom. A gold watch hung at the head of the berth, which was rumpled just as its occupant had left it. "Why, this watch is going," said Seymour, taking it in his hand. "That's another good sign that the brig hasn't been many hours deserted." After they had gone over every part of the cabin, including the pantry, which they found tolerably well stocked with what might be called cabin delicacies they returned on deck and found that the wind had died away completely and that a dead calm prevailed. "We thought we were in a pretty bad scrape last night, when the Sea Foam's mast was carried away in the fog and we were left helplessly drifting out to sea," said Joe, as the three boys, for Andy was scarcely more than a big boy, stood upon the brig's quarter-deck, near the wheel, and looked all around the untenanted ocean, "but we don't seem to be much better off aboard this old hooker, except we're in no fear of immediately starving to death. The question is, where are we now, and how are we go-:i.ng to


A MADCAP SCHEME. 17 get back to San Francisco? You ought to be able to figure "Well, let's talk it over, anyway," sa.icl Andy, leaning the thing out somehow, Andy, for you re a navigator. We against the hood of the binnacle. "Just at present tlie best look to you to help us out." navigator under the sun couldn't move this brig toward "Oh, I'm not so much," replied Andy, thus appealed to 'Frisco while this calm lasts. We're stuck fast here, and "I'm only learning the business yet. Still I guess wit11 your we might just as well talk about the Cocos Island treasure help I can manage the brig if the weather holds fair. As as anything else. Since you showed me those documents, to where we are I'll have to take a sight at noon to-day Seymour, and told m e the yarn of how you came by them, and work the thing out." I've been thinking considerable about it. I wouldn't mind "Where do you tl{ink we are?" persisted Joe. going shares with you if you've a mind to let me in on a "Fifty miles more or less sou'west of the Farallones." good thing. I can help you lots, especially under our pres"Then we're not so far from 'Frisco after all," said Joe, ent circumstances. I'm the only person aboard this brig in a tone of relief. at this moment who can take her back to 'Frisco, or any"Oh, no I There's no call to be worried. But what's the where else. I suppose you'll both admit that?" use of going back?" he said, cocking his head shrewdly to "Yes," admitted both Joe and Seymour, in a breath. one side, and eyeing the boys with a comical grin. "Now "Some people might call this a madcap scheme rm p.ro-that we've got this stanch brig under us we might do a posing to you, but I think there's lots of method in it when heap sight better than that. Yes, fellows, a whole lot betyou come to look at it in the right way. I'm satisfied that ter. Aren't you on?" chart is genuine, and that that dead convict had the bulge CHAPTER X. A MADCAP BOHEME. on that treasure all right, only he might never, if he had lived, have found a chance to get at it in. a way which would have properly benefited him. H he'd taken others into his confidence he stood a good show of being skinned out of the bulk of it. Now you boys can't do a thing to ward getting hold of this pirate trove, which I've often heard abo.ut from my old man, who claimed to have the Seymour and Joe regarded Anc1y Blake with unc1isguised story of it c1own fine." amazement. "What did your father tell you about it?" a:sked Joe, "What's the use of going back?" Joe r e peated, as soon as he could speak "Why, what the dickens do you mean, Andy?" The young mai;e laughed. "Don't you know that this is probably the best cha.nee you two will ever have to make a iry for that treasure at Cocos Island?" "Gee whiz!" gasped Joe, taking in Andy's meaning now that the hole in the millstone had been pointed out to him. "So it is." "Don't you t11ink so, too?" said Blake, turning to Seymour. "That depends," replied the lad, gravely. "On what?" "On lots of things. You see, in the fir s t place my mother and Joe's folks haven't the least idea at this minute where we are. Would it be fair to them for us to sail away 3,000 miles south, to latitud e 5 deg. 33 min. north anc1 longitude 86 deg. 59 min. west, on what in the end might be only a wild-goose chase?" At Seymour's words Joe's face fell. The di s tress his parents must even then be suffering had quite slipped his mind. "Oh, pshaw !" said Andy, who was disturbed by no con siderations of that kind. "We a.re sure to meet a dozen vessels, or a teamer or two, between here anc1 Cocos Island, and you could send word to the m that you're all right, and expect to be back 'in six weeks or so." "So we could," said Joe, brightening up. "Well, if I was sure of that," said Seymour, rather doubtfully, "I might consider tl).e matter." eagerly. "I'll tell you later on. As I was saying, if you get back to 'Frisco, you won't have a chance like this again to go to the island without outsiders knowing something about your plans and butting in on you, even supposing your parents agreed to allow you to undertake such an ex pedition under proper convoy, so to speak. At any I'm willing to bet they wouldn't. Ain't I right?" 1 Seymour and Joe admitted that he was. "Very good," said Andy, slapping his thighs to empha size the point he had scored "Now I can sail this here brig right smac k to the Cocos Island, providing, of course, you two will agree to lend a hand to work ship. We can go there, searc h for that treasure, and if we find it, load it aboard this hooker, and sail back to Frisco without another soul being the wiser. Ancl we can c1o the whole thing in five or six weeks. You chaps will get back in time to take up your schooling, while I'll have enough money in my share to buy out the other half share in the Mary Ann, and probably more, too. Then I can take a steamer for Aus tralia and be at Sidney when the old man sails into the harbor. You boys will probably be able to soak half a million apiece in the bank,, and live like nobs for the rest of your life. What do you think of it?" "Fine!" exclaimed Joe, enthusiastically. "Of course it's fine. It's the chance of all our lives, and to tell you the honest truth, I'd hate to have you give it up and tell me to lay our course back to the Golden Gate." "What's the chance of our sending word oa .ck home very soon?" asked Seymour, anxiously.


18 A MADCAP SCHEME. "What's the chance?" said Andy, glancing meditatively at the distant horizon. Something attracted his attention, and he looked earn estly seaward for a moment. The boys followed his gaze, but could see nothing. He surprised them by jumping for the companion-lad der and disappearing into the cabin. He returned in a moment with a spyglass, which he lev e lled at some distant point of the seascape "You asked me what chance you had to send word hqme, Andy and Joe rowed over to her in the catboat and con signed their letters to the purser to be mailed on the steamer's arrival at San Francisco. CHAPTER XI. COCOS ISLAND. didn't you? Well, your chance is coming this way now. Ten days later, just at sunrise, Andy Blake, standing at There's a steamer coming up the ,coast, probably bound for the wheel of the brig Sa.n .T acjnto, which was under all 'Frisco. You write your letters and I'll signal her to stop. plain sail, sighted land for the first time since that memorThen we'll row off and hand the l etters aboard her." able fog, blowing in through the Golden Gate, shut out the "Let's see the steamer!" cried Seymour and Joe, simul shores of California from the eyes of himself and his young taneously. companions, Seymour Atwood and Joe Morris. Andy gave Seymour the binocular and pointed out the Andy, who, day by day, had care.fully picked their course direction. upon the chart he had found in the captain's cabin, knew "There is a steaJ'.OOr, sure enough," Atwood said. "And I guess she's -coming this way." "To be sure she's coming this way," said Andy, as Joe took the glass to look. "Now, then, make up your minds at once. If it's Cocos lsland and the treasure, why you two want to dive down into the cabin and write your let ters quick. If you're afraid to put your faith in that chart and letter of instructions, why, all we can do, then, is to take a tow back to the Golden Gate, and let the -company get the sa lvag e on this brig which we ought to have ourselves. It's up to you. If it was up to me I know what I'd do, all right: Remember, my boys, it's a question, probably, of a million dollars, maybe tWo, against home and nothing. It's an opportunity that once missed may never come again. I sn't it worth the effort?" "What do you say, Seymour?" asked Joe, excitedly "Do we -go?" "I'm afraid it's a madcap scheme," returned Seymour. "What's the odds?;' cried his chum "I vote we go-, no w that there's a cha.nee of our folks hearing from us by to morro w." "It's up to you, Seymour," sa.id Andy, himself now greatly excited. "You're not going to let us down with a dull thud, are you? Think of becoming a millionaite at eighteen Doesn't the prospect appeal to you?" "You really want to go, do you, Joe?" asked Atwood, "Bet your life I do!" his chum answered. "All right. We'll go, then." "Hurrah!" cried Joe, cutting a caper 'Cocos Island forever!" on the deck. "You'll never regret your choice, Seymour," said Andy, with spark ling eyes. "Now get down in the cabin, both of you, and write your letters But, remember, not a word in them about the treasure Cocos Island. The papers would have it, and we'd have a hundred people from 'Frisco buzzing about our ears.'.' The letters were written, the steamer was signal led in due time when she got within half a mile of the brig, and the orrly land to be found in this part of the paific Ocean was Cocos Island. His previous day's reckoning had assured him they would reach the island, wind permitting, some time that morning, and he had been on the lookout to catch the first g limpse of the spot where he confidently expected they would find the treasure trove of which they were in search. "Land ho!" he bawled down the companion ladder to attract the attention of his young companions, who were asleep below. Joe, who had turned in at midnight after calling his chum to stand the next "'.atch, and Seymour, who had been relieved at four by Andy, were out of their bunks in a twinkling, and up on deck in their under garments, for tropical weather prevailed in the latitude the brig had now reached. "Look yonder, fellows, and gaze upon the promised land -Cocos Island." "ls that really Cocos Island?" ext!laimed Joe, hardly believing that the smudge on the distant horizon was the island of his dreams. '"l'hat's the only land within 500 miles," replied Andy, with a satisfied grin. '"rhat's 'Cocos Island for fair." "It looks more like a cloud than anything else from here," said Seymour. "Get the binocular and you'll find it is land, all right," said Andy. Joe dashed clown the companion and soon re turned with the spyglass, which he levelled at the distant !:)lot on the water. "I see trees," he said, "and something like a high hill." Then Seymour took a peep through the glass and saw the same things. They continued to take occasional views of th_e distant island as the San Jacinto drew nearer in, and with every look the shore grew clearer, the trees more numerous and the hill, to which a second was added, higher. Seymour and Joe finally completed their dressing, and then the latter relieved Andy at the wheel while the young mate went forward to light a fire in the galley and prepare


A MADCAP SCHEME. 19 breakfa s t, a dut y which fell regularl y to his lot, a.s he w as th e onl y one of the thre e who kn e w an y thing about the culinary art. "I h o p e we s han t find anybod y on the island,' said Joe as he h e ld the brig down to her course. "That's something that we hav e n t figured on. W e kind of took it for granted that the plac e was uninhabited," replied Seymour. "Well, we've a revolver apiece and a rifle to defend our s e lves, if s u c h necessity should arise, but I'd r athe r not have to u s e the m a g ain s t human b e ings," s aid J oe. "It's all very w e ll to r e ad in s tor y books a b out boys in a s itua tion like our s doing a lot of promi s cuou s s hooting, in which the author s ees that they come off first best, but excuse me from that kind of fun." "We're not likely to run again s t any s avages in this part of the oce an," remarked Seymour. "They're confined to the South Pacific islands." "I'm not sorry," replied Joe. "Cannibali s m i s out of fashi o n the s e times among the natives of the South S a a s I gues s thou g h w e do hear once in a while of a missionary b e ing served up on the half shell to some pot-belli e d chief." After breakfast the three boys g ath e red on the poop-deck of the brig 1 and watched the i s land grow in size and bea u ty before their eyes. "I suppose we want to put in at the place call e d Chatham Bay," said Andy, "but we may not b e able to g et in the r e I'll have to show you fellows how to cas t the log lin e . The best way and by far the safe s t will b e for u s to br i ng the brig to some little distance off shor e and go to the i s land in the small boat and make our s ounding s We don t want to run the hooker aground. We might not be abl e to g e t off again, then we'd be in a pretty mes s Somehow or oth er I think Wafer Bay is the largest of the two and the most likely anchorage ground, even if it i s some little distanc e from the spot where the treasure is buried. After we sight Chatham Bay we'll go on to the other, and if the di s tance i sn't too far, and it looks better, we'll put in ther e In either case it will be prudent, as r have said, to inve s tigate fir s t in a rowboat." In the cour s e of an hour they opened up an mde ntation in the i s land which they judged to b e Chatham Bay. It was a low, sandy shore, and was batiked by trees and den s e shrubbery. A tolerably high and rocky headland trended away to the right, but the shore on the left was not so bold or for bidding. "That's Chatham Bay, all right, exclaimed Seymour who was looking throu g h the glass, "for I can see a tall, s pir e-like projection which looks a s if it might well s tand for Chimney Rock." "Let's see," s aid Joe, eag erl y "So it is," he added aft e r a p eep at the s hore, now about hal.f a mil e dis ta nt. "We're clos e enou g h, s aid Andy. "Ge t bus y now, and we'll heave to." "One of you ought to r e main aboard," h e s aid. will it b e ?" "Who "Le t 's toss for it, said Joe. Th a t 's th e fairest way o f d e ciding the question." "Heads I win, and tails you lose," grinned Seymou r taking a quarter from hi s pock e t. "Not on your life!" cried Joe "You can't bun.co me that way. Heads you win and tails I win." "All right lau g hed Seymour, pitching up the coin. It turned up heads. "Say, you're too lucky for anything!" growled who didn't like the id.ea of staying back in the brig. The s mall boat was lowered and Andy and Seymour starte d for the island, while Joe followed their movement s through the gla ss. They spent on hour sounding about the bay, then they landed close to the creek. Securing the boat they walked up the bank of the creek until they came to a big, flat rock. "The landmarks appear to be here, all right," said Sey mour, in cons iderable excitement. "It begins to look M if w e mi ght r e ally find the pirate's treasure." "You can b e t we will," replied Andy, who seemed to have e ntertained no doubts from the first. "Whe n the shadow of Chimney Rock is thrown exactly acro s s thi s 'roql<, the point of that shadow will be our start in g point. 'l'hat s according to the directions." means we can't do anything till some time in the afternoon s aid Andy. "The trees and d ep.se underbrush are there all right Ac' c o rding to the cros s mark indicating the cave, the treasure is somewh e r e y ond e r s aid Seymour, pointing. W e c an't do a nything more here now, so we'll get back to the brig," s aid his companion, and back they went, to gi v e t he e a ger and expectant Joe a history of all they had seen ashore. Th e n the y filled away to take a look at Wafer Bay, distant about six miles around the headland, which they found to be a much saf e r and deeper anchorage than Cha.tham Bay, s o th e y ente r e d and came to anchor there, under the l e e of a big bluff which promi sed protection if it came on to blow hard from any point but S. W. CHAPTER XII. THE FIRST DISAPPOINTMENT So fa r they h a d seen no s igns of human life, but as the i s land was a lar g e one, the extent of which they couldn't judge, there was still every chanee for inhabitants to be present. M any mile s away to the s outh and al s o to the southeast, they saw two molmtain peaks, and the s e features gave them some idea of th e size of the isfand. Under Andy's directions the brig was brou ght' to a stand" A ft e r we s hall h a v e found the treasure w e can sail still. around the i s land before we start for home," said Seymour.


20 \ A MADCAP SCHEME. "I'd like to know how large it really is." ["I can see (hat's the matte r. The shadow has gone into "When shall we begin operations?" asked Joe, eagerly. that brus h and he can't follow it further." "Right away after dinmrr," replied Seymour. "I guess "Too bad," said Seymour, in a tone of great disappoint it will be safe to leave brig to herself. At any rate, ment. that's what we'll do. We'll row around the promontory and Then he looked down at the broad surface of the stone. up the creek to the fiat rock. As soon as we locate this T.Qe shadow cast by Chimney Rock lay exactly across its. trea s ure we can either bring .the brig around or carry the center. stuff to her. I should say that will depend on how much "Nothing can be done to-day," said Andy, gloomily, "ex tre' asure there actually is in the cave." cept to take the aJ.:e and clear away s ome of that obstrucAccorclingly, the mid-clay meal and a short rest, tion." they put a compass, a lead-line marked off in feet and When Joe rejoined them he confirmed Andy's solution of fathoms, an axe, a crowbar, a pick and a couple of shovels the difficulty. ipto the boat. "The' blamed thing went right jnto that brush. I don't. Then each placed a revolver in his pocket to be preknow how far, but it went in, just the s am e. W e?ve got to pared to protect themselves in case of emergen cy. clear the stuff away before we can follow it tothe point Everything being in readiness, they shoved off from the where it's got to be marked," he said. "The quickest way bring and rowed about the formidable-looking headland will be to set it on fire, for there's a lot o.f it, and it's as for Chatham Bay. thick as mud." Arrived at the bay, they rowed up the creek until they came to the fiat rock at which Morris looked with great in terest ancl attention. As it yet wanted some little time before the shadow would strike the fiat rock, ,the boys sat do wn of the tropical bn1sh to wait. The heat and their recent exertions cau s ed them to feel but they fought the feeling off, as. the i s sue ut stake was sufficient to keep thefr attention alive. Close on to three o'clock, by Seymour' s watc h, it wa s observed that the shadow of Chimney Rock had lengthened out abcl swung arnund close to the fiat r9Ck. The. three boys grew J1rnch excited and cam e out into the.hot sunshine to watch it creep up to the rock. :A,:; soon as the edge of the shadow touched the rock, Seyn1our ,said: "Now, .Joe, get hokl of that stone, go clown yonder to the point of the shadow ancl follow it up. When you hear me s)10ut place the rock upon the ground at the very apex o-f the s hadow. Do you understa.ncl ?" Joe understood and started to caxry out his chum's directions. But an unforseen difficulty presented its elf at this point. ]\'[orris found that the shadow lengthened out further than they hull had any idea that it would. rrhe consequence was Joe, as the moment ap proached, saw that it would fall upon a thick mass o f underbrush, whicl;i he could not penetrate. Rcymom and A .ucly, who were alternately watching Joe and the p1ogress of the shadow acro s s the stone, were sur pri s ed to see him stop close to the line of underbrus h and stand there a moment or two with the stone in his hand. Tl{en they drop the stone, and after advancing a few feet into the 'bushes, turn around and come toward thcfl1 in a dejected 'kind of way. "What's the 111atter, Joe?" shouted Seymour, Mol'l'is came on ; Jwithout paying any a,ttention to the hail. ginger!" exclaimed _t\ncly, with a snort of disgust. "No," replied Andy; "at lea.st not till we've tried the axe method, for it would make too big a bonfire. We don't know but there are people in the center or at the other encl of the islanc11 and a big smoke such as a fire of that kind is bom1d to make would naturally attract them to the spot, and then we'd 1rnve a deuce of a time getting rid of them." "Andy is right," agreed Seymour. "We'll try and cut away a wide space of the brush." "We'll find it a mighty hard job under this tropical sun." "Well, s'po sing it i s," answered Andy "It's got to be done, and so we might jus t as well start in ancl clo it, s o that w e c;m be in shape to get our bearings to-morrow afternoon." Seymour went to the boat, got the axe and started for the line of brush. Andy ancl Joe followed him. All three saw they hac1 a formidable contract on their hands, becau s e not only had they to clear a way for the s hadow, but afterward they would be obliged to cut away the brush to the W. S. W. a s far a s their chart instructions indicated it would be nece ss ary to go in that direction. Taking turns, they went at t)ie work with a vigo'l that brought the s weat pouring clown their faces. "I guess I'm earning my share in that treasure," grinned Joe, who wa s p e r spiring lik e a bull, a s h e handed the axe over to Seymour at the encl o.f a fifteen-minute spell of what he looked upon as the hardes t work he had ever done in his life. "You will appreciate it all the more, old fellow," re plied his chum, starting in once more to widen the circle already well started. Andy was accustomed to hard labor and plenty of it, and it didn't affect him quite so unplea santly as it did his companions. He brought the pick foto action and did about double his share of the work. They worked pretty steadily until the sun kis sed the edge of the horizon, and by that time had accompli s hed almost as much considered necessary to enable them to get their bearings.


A MADCAP 11 "We'll :finish this in the morning before the heat of the day gets too oppressive," said Andy, calling a halt. "It is sundown, and darkness falls very quick in this latitude, so we want to start back to the brig right away." Seymour and Joe were only .too glad to off, and they returned to the spot where the boat lay. Pushing off into the narrow stream they rowed leisurely down to the bay and then started along the base o f the headland. They were hardly out of the bay before night came upon them like the sudden snuffing of a candle, almost. The sky, however, was resplendent with stars, so that the gloom was by no means intense, and they found no trouble in keeping the course close inshore till they rounded the point at Wafer Bay and saw the dark outline of the brig ahead. After supper they were exhausted enough to get their blankets out on deck and turn in under the broad canopy o.f heaven. There wasn't any necessity to stand watch now. There was nothing to disturb them. The shore lay silent and dark within a few cable's length, and the soft, rhythmatic noise of the surf swelling in upon the rocks and beach lulled them to sleep. It was some time after sunrise when Andy awoke. Without disturbing his companions he went to the galley and started to prepare breakfast. When it was ready he aroused Seymour and Joe, anq the three soon disposed of the morning mea.l and pre pared to return to the scene of their previous afternoon's labor. "I wish we' d put in at Chatham Bay," said Joe, as the three sat on the roof of the cabin, Andy smoking a pipe, which, with a box of prime tobacco., he had found in one of the lockers. "It would save us this long row around the headland, which is all of six miles if it's a foot." "You want things too easy, Joe," laughed Seymour. "Well, isn't the easiest way always the best?" "Some folks are born ]azy," grinned Andy. "Others ac quire lazines s, and still others have laziness thrust upon them. To which class do you belong, Joe ?" "Oh, go bag your head!" snorted Morris. "You're used to hustling. Seymour and I are not in your class. We've been brought up differently." "That's right, too,'' replied Andy. "Still I haven't noticed that Seyinour has done any great amount o.f kick ing so far." "Which means that I'm doing it all, is that what you're trying to get at?" in an aggrieved tone. "Don't get mad, Joe,'' said Seymour, soothingly. "Oh, I ain't mad," retorted his chum. "If you :fellows are ready to start I am. I want to get my eyes on that treasure before dark, if the thing is possible." The others were of the same mind, so as Andy had fin ish e d his pipe, they took to the brig's boat without further delay and rowed out of the bay. CHAPTER XIII. DISAPPOINTMENTS TWO AND THRm. The sun looked peculiar thiE1 morning, and Joe remarked it. ' "There's going to be a change in the weather, I'm afraid," replied Andy, with a wise look in his eyes-. "I hope not," said Joe, anxiously. "Bad weather will mean delay." "The weather has very little respect for persons or things," replied Andy. The further they rowed to the east the more apparent was the aspect of the ocean in that direction. A haze hung along the watery horizon while the sun looked inflamed and angry, as if the luminary had got out of bed on the wrong s ide and was looking for a scrap. 1 "It's enough to make a fellow mad," growled Joe, tug ging viciously at his oar. "No sooner do we get on the ground than .something turns up to knock our plans edgewise." "You should be thankful we got here without running into a heavy blow," said Andy. "Had we been caught in one we'd have had to run before it, and that would have meant being driven perhaps hundreds of miles out of our course, supposing we were lucky enough to weather it, Re member, we three can hardly handle the brig except in fine weather, similar to what we were so fortunate as to have all the way down from the California coast. We ought to thank our lucky stars that we made the trip in so short a time. The brig have done better had she been J.iegularly manned. If a storm does come up it won't last long, though it may be pretty severe while it holds. At any rate, we're safe, and the brig is safe, so we've no cause to feai: it." Joe had nothing more to say after that, and they kept on to Chatham Bay. When they reached the flat stone again in the creek they started in to clear away more of the brush, and long before noon they had accomplished as much as was decided to be necessary. By that time the haze was casting a gauzy curtain over the face of the wn. "I'm afraid we shall not get our shadow this afternoon," said Seymour, as they were resting in the shade. "I'm thinking that way myself," replied Andy. "In fact, it's my advice that we start right back to Wafer Bay, or we may have to walk back through the jungle." "Walk back!" exclaimed Joe, in surprise. "Yes. The moment the blow hits this islwd it will raise a sea around it that will make rowing back around the head land a dangerous feat for us. We'd better go while the sea is calm." "Oh, we've lots oi time," grunted Joe. "The ocean is like a mill pond." "You can't tell how long it will remain so. Inside of half an hour the whole appearance o:f things may change.


22 A MADCAP SCHEME. It will astonish you to see how quick that placid surface can be tran sformed into a raging sea." "I think we'd better go," urged Seymour, believing that Andy's experience was a good guide to follow. Joe said he was tired and wanted to rest awhile longer, but the vote was against him and he followed them, grum blingly, dowh to the boat. There wasn't a breath of air stirring when they pushed off and started down the creek, and the same conditions prevailed while they were crossing the bay. "" They had hardly got well abreast of the headland before their ears were saluted. with a strange, mysterious moaning, which seemed to come from a long distance off behind them. "Get a move on, fellows!" cried Andy, increasing his stroke. '.'What's the matter now?" asked Joe. "Go t another bug in your head?" "Didn't you hear that noise?" "Sure I heard it. What i s it, anyway?" "It's a warning of what we may soon expect to see." "You mean of a storm?" "Yes." "I don't see any change." "You' ll see it sooner than you think. W e don't want to be caught out here on the ocean when it comes on. We've got a four-mile pull before us yet, and littl e time to do it in." The weird sound continued to b e heard at inte rvals while the boys, getting down to work, lessened the distance they had to go by' another mile. Then a decided change was perc ept ible in the face of nature. The glassy -surface of the ocean began to exhibi t cer tain tokens of uneasiness, as if gradually awakening from a deep sleep It commenced to rise and fall in lon g, s low undulations, lik e a great animal breathing, and the distant noise blended in a sort of continuous hum. "We're likely to catch a taste of it, after\ all," said Andy. It was many a long day before either Joe or Seymour forgot that desperate row for their lives. Fortunately, the storm did not strike the island until they rounded the point of land which opened up Wafer Bay, and then they got some idea, even in that sheltered spot, of what a tropical storm was like. It was a dandy while it lasted, and it continued all the rest of the day until after sundown. The wind blew with a fierce force and a power beyond description. The norther which they had visited San Francisco Bay some years before, and was a pretty tidy kind of blow, as any one who has ever experienced one knows, seemed very mild in comparison with this. Next morning, when the boys awoke, nature had resumed her wonted serenity. The sun was shining from a cloudless sky, and the only evidence of the late storm was the still slight ly agitated ocean. After breakfast they took to the boat again and returned leisurely to Chatham Bay, where they found a few trees down that had been standing the previous morning. They whiled away the time exploring the neighborhood and resting in the shade until noon, when they ate the lunch they had brought with them. A cool breeze relieved the heat somewhat, but for all that it was not comfortable in the sun, so they kept under shel ter till thrE*l, when the shadow of Chimney Rock again ap proached the flat Once more Joe, stone in hand, followed the point of the shadow until a loud shout from Seymour bade him mark the apex of it at that moment. "Well, we got it this time!" cried Morris, gleefully, as the other two came up, Andy with the compass in hand, and Seymour with the lead-line. Placing the compass on the ground, Andy pointed out the course, W. S. W. Seymour did not need to consult pis chart, for he had the directions by heart-measure off 12 F., W. S. W. "That means feet, of course," he said "Pull harder." "Gee! I'm nearly winded now!" cried Joe, down whose Joe hacked a 'space through the underbrush a little morre than the required length, and then Seymour measured off 12 feet, while Andy sighted across the compass that the "Every pull true direction might be maintained. face the sweat was oozing in big drops "Do the best you can," returned Andy. counts now." He moved his arms this way and that to Seymour, just Another mile was traversed at this rate. as a surveyor guides his marker, until the boy stood directly Then the wind began to come in warm, intermittent in line with the W. S W. point. puffs. 'J.\ his having been accomplished, Andy went up to SeyAlmost facing the east JlS they were, the boys could no mour, and with the aid of the compass showed him where lon ger ma .ke out the sun. West was. It had been swallowed up by a bank of dark, ominousSeymour immediately faced that way. looking clouds, rapidly climbing toward the zenith. "I see nothing but trees and brush," he said, and the By the time another mile had been gone over the air had other two, standing beside him, and following his gaze, once more become still, but it waq a stillness that boded no saw only the same. good. "All thi s stuff must have grown up in the last sixty odd The urgency of the occasion made Joe forget his tired years, since the pirate's treasure was buried, therefore I feeling, and he kept his eyes upon the cloud bank, the edge I suppose there is nothing surprising in the fact that it is o f which was now almost over their heads. now no longer possible to see the gap in the rocky wal1 that


' A MADCAP S CHEME 23 is somewhere aheau," he said "So don t be disappointed, Joe, until we can investigate further." "It means more hard work cutting the brush away for goodness knows how far," r eplied Joe, ruefully. "Well, what's the use of kicking? You couldn t expect nature to stand still all those years, could you?" "I suppo s e not," admitted his chum, in a ton e that showed he was in the humor to take it out of nature for giving them so much trouble. "I'll tell you a better way. We might it at any rate," said Andy : "Get a stone and mark this spot, Joe, then with the compass we'll walk straight ahead, due west. I don't see why that won't answer as well. We should come right upon the gap in the rock, if it's there." This s uggestion was immedi ate l y acted up on, but pro duced no results. The boys were abl e to keep right to the point of the compass by going s lo'\v, and they met with no tree directly in their path; but after walking some distance they came into an open space which sho'\ved them there was n o roch.7 wall in that direction anywhere within reasonable distance. There was a line of rock to the left, but it in no way covered the case . "I'm afraid our name is mud," said Joe, feeling as if he had lost every friend he had in the world. Things are so cha nged that Ollr chance of :finding the treasure begi n s to look mighty sma ll." The o utlook was certainly discouraging CHAPTER XIV. A '.rERRTBLE SUHPRISE. "Well," said Joe, that evening, while they were eating supper on board the brig, "I s uppose we'll have to give this thing up after all and make our way back to 'Frisco. I n ever was so disappointed with anything i n my life before I was so certai n we were going to walk right up to that treasure cave as soon as we got the correct bearings, that I wouldn't have sold out my share of the winnings for a hundred thousand plunks, cash doWI).. Now I think I'd be willing to accent any old amount, if it carried a safe and speedy ticket to A lameda with it." The boys had spent the balance of the afternoon investi gating the imm ediate neighborhood of the 12-foot mark, afte r satisfy in g that it reall y was properly drawn to the W S. W., but nothing came of it. So far as gett in g a line upon th e treasure was concerned, they remained a ll at sea," as the sayin g is So at last darkness forced them to return, unsuccessful, to the brig, three very disappointed boys. Andy took it more to heart even than Joe, for he bad built a rosy-tinted future upon this treasure, which be was as certain existed as that be breathed. He had nothing to say on the subject from the moment the searc h was relinquished, and durip.g supper appeared to be buried in thought. The other two boys canvassed the matter in a doleful strain. When suppe r was e nd ed Andy got his pipe and went off by himself, while Seymour and Joe washed up the dishes, and then walked the deck, talking, till they got sleepy and turned in. Seymour was in the midst of a deep sleep when he was aroused by a good shaking. "Hello, what's the matter?" he cried, sitting u p and blinking at Andy, who stood beside his bunk, l antern in hand. "Where's that chart of Cocos Island?" asked Andy, in some excitement "It's in my coat," replied Seymour, wondering what the youn g mate wanted with it at that time of the night. "No, it isn't, for I hunted through your clothes before I waked you." "It isn't?" cried Seymour, leaping out of bed. "It must be." "Well, look and see if you can find it. "What do you want with it now?" "I've got an id e a that we made a big mistake in our cal "How did we?" asked Seymour, interested at once I. "Do you remember the exact wording of the directions on the chart?" "I do." "Tell them to me 'When th e afternoon sun throws the shadow of Chim ney Rock d ir ectly across the hollow of the flat rock, note where the point of the shadow e nd s with a compass measure off 12 F W S. W and--'" "Hold o;n !" cried the young mate, interrupting him "That's all I want to know We judged F stood for feet and we measured off 1 2 feet accordingly "Well, what does :B'. stand for in this case except :for feet?" "It might stan d for fathoms," r e plied Andy, eage ,rly. "Therefore, in stead of 12 feet we p e rhaps ought to have measured six times twelve, or 72 feet. I'll bet that wou ld bring us in line with those rock s we saw away to the left." "By George cried Seymour, "I believe you're right "I've been thinking the matter over from a dozen stand poin,ts since supper, and had finally turned in, discour aged, when it sudden l y struck me that F. was intended to represent fathoms, not feet I wished to make sure it really was F., that's why I wanted to see the chart "It's F. all right," sai d Seymour, hunting for the paper, but not :finding it. "I must have los t it somehow," h e added. "However, it doesn't much matter, as I could produce the whole thing from memory." "All ri ght," replied Andy. "We ll try again morning. We won't have to wait for the sun's shad?W, as we have got the starting point marked. We'll cut a patch 75 feet W. S. W., through the brush, and th e n see what comes of it." Andy then r etire d to hi s own bunk, lea:ring Seymour to wonder where the chart had gone, and to dream of possiblg s uccess on the rriorrow. When Seymour aroused Joe next morning he told him


A ThlADCAP SCHEME. what had passed between himself and Andy during the night. "Why, of course it's fathoms cried Joe, springing out of his bunk in great excitement. "Why didn't we think of that before? A sailor would be more likely to measure by fathoms than feet, if he wanted to cover a considerable dis tance, and fathom is a nautical term, you know. I'll bet it's fathoms, all 'On the strength of this idea how will you sell out for this morning?" grinned Seymour. "Not for sale at any price. We're going to find that treasure to-day." "It is to be hoped we will," replied his chum. "But 1 'm not so sure." "Well, I am, so that's the difference between us, see?" They went on deck to find that Andy was cooking break ::1::;t in the galley "Say, fellows, did either of you come in here last night before you turned in?" "Not. me," replied Joe. "Nor me," said Seymour. "Why?" "I left a big piece .of pork on that plate on tLe shelf, and it was missing this morning." "'!'he dog got at it and ate it." "The dog wouldn't eat all the ship biscuit that was in that box, covered up, would he?" "Hardly," smiled Seymour. "Well, it's all gone." r"It is!" exclaimed Joe, in astonishment. ''.Sure as you're alive it is. I guess there's spooks aboard this hooker after all." "Get out!" said Seymour. "'I'hen how do you account for the missing food?" < "Give it up. Maybe one of the inhabitants of the island paid us a visit." "I don't like that idea for a cent," replied Andy, shak ing his head. Neither did Seymour or Joe. They canvassed the matter, but couldn't reach a con clusion. Then they sat down to breakfast. hope the brig won't have visitors while we're away to-day," said Andy. "Or that we'll have them at Chatham Bay," put in Joe, uneasily. "We'll have to chance it," said Seymour. After the meal they set off again for the treasure-ground in the boat. As they rowed up the creek and came in sight of the flat rock, Andy, who was steering, uttered a sudden exclama tion and pointed ahead. Seymour and Joe both turned around and looked. There, seal!ed on the flat rock, with his head bent over something he held in his hand, was a man. The sound of'the oars presently startled the figure. He leaped from the rock and looked at the on-coming boat. His face was distinctly visible in the sunlight, and b o th Seymour and Joe uttered a cry of amazement. There was no mistaking that villainous countenance. It was the face of Joe Bristol, convict and ex-beach comber. CHAPTER XV. THE PIRATIOAL TREASURE OF COCOS ISLAND. "Great Scott!" exclaimed Seymour. "Can that really be Joe Bristol?" "It's he or his ghost!" cried Morris, excitedly. "How iJi the world did he get here? And the police had him the day we l ef t Alameda." The convict didn't wait for the boys to come nearer, but with a bound made off through the brush. The two boys explained the situation to Andy," and he was very much astonished. "Maybe it was he who visited the brig last night and got away with the missing pork and crackers," he said. "And who went through my clothes and took the chart that I can't find." "I'll bet it was," chipped in Joe. "He was looking at something while he was sitting on the rock." "He must have been pretty slick to have escaped from the officers," said Andy. "But admitting that he did, which seems to be a fact, the questi'on is, how in the world did he get out h ere; nearly 500 miles from the nearest land? He must have landed from a vessel that put in .at the other end of the island, for we haven't seen a vessel since wf!ve been here." "His presence on the island complicates matters for us with a vengeance. He may have associates as bad as him self in the background .. If he has we're likely to be done up," said Seymour, anxiously. "If he hasn't he'll sneak about and keep a close watch on our actions," put in Joe wrinkling up his forehead. "What are we going to do about it?" "Go ahead and hunt for the treasure cave and take our chances of his bothering us. If he comes close enough I'd just as soon put a ball into such a fellow as not. I'd be doing the world a service, not speaking about ourselves," said Andy. They landed from the boat, and after beating up the brush carefully for signs of the convict, and finding none, they concluded he had gone off somewhere, so the boys began their second search for the pirate cave. They started in .to l engthen out the 12-foot lane in the brush leading W. S. W. and found to their satisfaction that the obstruction grew thinner and thinner as they ad vanced, until they finally came out into a comparatively open ground Then they carefully measured off 12 fathoms with the lead-line, and when Andy, sighting with the compass, was certain Seymour, held the end of the line, was in the proper he signalled to him and the spot was marked. Andy then faced Seymour due west.


A MADCAP SCHEME. 15 'I am looking directly at a wall of rock," said Seymour, I Lastly, there was the iron-studded chest, contents un "and, by George I I see a long, thin, irregular gap," he known. added, excited ly. Seymour was almost overcome by this display of wealtp He pointed it out to Joe and Andy, and the two exe-of which it had been previously arranged that he was to cuted a short Indian war-da nce. have half, Joe and Andy having declared that a quarter "We've struck it right at last!" shouted Joe. apiece would meet their wildest dreaf!lS. The three boys walked right up to the gap, which could Leaving the lantern in the underground cave he shinned only be seen as long as they kept in a straight line due up the rope and sent Joe down for a look, and when Morris west, and when they reached it Andy measur e d off 5 fathoms came up, with his eyes sticking out like saucers, Andy went along the face of the rock, E. by S., which brought them down to take a peep. in full view, and close to the creek again. We will not dwell upon the delight of the three boys, we "Here's where we are to dig," said Andy, driving his leave the reader to figure that out for himself. heel into the ground. "Go back to the qoat, Joe, and row When they grew rational again they lost no time transher up here. We'll have no trouble at all in loading the erring the contents of the cave to the boat. stuff into the boat. I guess there's no doubt but the pirates They found it impossible to break open the chest in the land ed the treasure here and buried it, and then arranged confined space of the cave with the pick, the only effective that roundabout scheme for :finding it. I shouldn't have implement they had at hand, so they tried to pull it out thou gh t they'd have taken all that trouble when a simpler through the opening, but failed on account of its weight. method would have answered as well." wwhat are we going to do?" asked Joe. Joe soon appeared with the boat, and then the digging "We've got it right undel.' the opening," replied Andy. commenced. "Let's hunt for a big stone and drop it on it." At the depth of a yard, Andy, who was wielding the This suggestion was carried out. shovel, struck an obstruction. A big stone was found, rolled to the opening and pushed It proved to be wood, and as soon as it had been parover the edge. tially uncovered, showed up a s a vessel's small hatch. It smashed the box in. It was set in a wooden frame, which had been made to The boys found that it contained a big tray of diamonds, receive it, and had a ring :ln the center. rubies, pea rls and other stones, from which the settings lia:d been removed. When the dirt had been entirely cleared away from it they ran a bit of rope thro'llgh the ring and pulled it out They were removed to the boat. . of the hole, revealing an opening beneath. T?e of the box was filled. with a ?ollection of oldhad brought a lantern with them to furnish illufashioned pistols and cutlasses, w?ich the weight, mination if they foundi the cave and this was lighted d and a lar ge numbel' of old Spanish corns. ,, handed to Seymour, who, by right as original ownera.:f won't bother with ,:he weapons," said Seymour. the secret, was considered entitled to the first look at the They re of no great value. pirates' treasure, if it existed in fact, as there seemed to "But it won't do to leave those cutlasses there for that be no longer any doubt but it did. convict and his companions, if he has any, to get hold of." "What will we do with them, then? They'll load the boat down." H e was lower e d into the hole by the rope and the other two boys saw him flash the light around and then disappear under the wall of rock. Seymour had seen an opening in front of him, and ad vanced in that direction. He didn't have to go far before he saw evidences of the truthfulness of Peter Marle's statemen t. First there was a pile of metallic bars, very much tarn ished, which, on scra.ping one of them with the blade of his knife, Seymour judged to be pure gold and silver. The y were tied together with l eat hern thongs, just as Marle had written There was a heap of ornaments, which had once been u sed in Spanish churches, and apart from the re s t stood the large ostensorium, covered with precious sto ne s There were more than fifty small l eathe r bags, the clink of which assured the boy that their contents were un doubtedl y coins, gold or s ilver, or both. Then there was a large bag which Seymour untied and found to be full of jeweled rings and s imilar trinkets, some apparently of great value. "Throw them into the creek." Joe passed enough up to lighten the box, which was then hauled up and dragged near the water, so.me of the coins out. The cutlasses and pistols were then cast into different parts of the creek and the broken box was left as an exhibit for Joe Bristol to ponder over when he returned to the scene. CHAPTER XVI. A STARTLING ENCOUNTER. The boys rowed off down the creek with their boatful of treasure, in high spirits. They had at last accomplished the object which brought them to Cocos Island, and they were ticlcled to death at their success. i As the boat turned into the bend of stream where the flat rock stood out near the water's edge, Andy .sud clenlr stopped rowing.


A MADCAP SCHEME. "Hold on, fellows!" he cried. back by the way the y had come, with the two fle et natives "What' s the matter?" asked S e ymour and Joe, in a close upon hi s heel s breath. "Look out, Andy l" crie d Joe a s h e dash e d into Blak e' s "Do you know that diamondstudded crucifix we thought a s ton is hed vi ew, jlllt eluding the arm of o ne of the natives, was so fine?" s tretch e d out to seize him. "Sure." Morri s mad e for the water' s e dge with thr;i c hances a g ain s t "I laid it down on the ground beside me when I took hi s r e a c hing it, a s the s avage s cove red the ope n ground about up that" ost e nsorium, as you call it, to look at, and blame twic e as fa s t a s he c ould. me if I didn't forget all about it." After the fir s t shoc k of surpri s e A nd y rose to the occa-s s ion. "Do you mean to say it i s n t in the boat?" asked eymom, both he and Joe bending over and peeririg at the H e dr e w a r e v o lv e r from the poc k e t of on e of the jack et s pile of church ornaments at their f e et in the bottom of the boat, cocke d and aiming it at the "That's what I mean," replied Andy. s ava ge, who h e saw was about to s eize Joe fired "You left it behind up the re, then?" The native s tumbl e d forward, with a guttural cry, and "I did," answered Andy in a c hagrin e d tone. "I would fell h e adlon g on the s and. not that for twice its valu e for I took a shine to it The othe r s a v age tripp e d ove r the body o f hi s compani o n and was going to ask you fellows to let it go in with my and w ent flound e ring on the s and. share Thu s Joe was e nabled to r e a c h the boat, and he sprang in. "Whe r e s S e ymour ? a s k e d Andy excitedly. "Well, we'll have to row back and g e t it, for it' s e v i "Take n prisoner by three other fellows lik e those two," dently a valuable church ornament s aid Sey mour re pli e d Joe. "What's the use of rowing back?" exclaim e d Joe "Let "We mus t s ave him!" e x claimed Andy, in v ig o rou s a c you and I run back for it. It's only a s tep through that cents brush." "The s afe s t way to a c compli s h it will b e to row ba c k up "All right, "agreed his chum. "Pull in n e ar the rock the c reek to th e cave," s aid Joe a s th e second sa.vage pi c ked Andy. We'll be back in a couple of minute s h i mself up, and with a startle d look a t th e boat, anoth e r at As soon as the bow of the boat touched the s h e lving s and, hi s s q u i r min g c omp a nion, took to h i s heel s and vani s hed Seymour and Joe leaped on s hore and d arte d off toward the into the und e rbru s h the way he came l ane they had hack e d through the und e rbru s h. G r a b y our oa. r s then!" cri e d And y "I guess we In a moment they from And y's s i g ht. haven t a moment to lose." One of the shovels they had u sed to di g with, and which They turn e d the boa t around a nd r o w e d up stream a.s if they had abandoned, was sticking upri ght in the gr o und the ir livea d e pend e d on their exer tion s but whe n they wh.ere they left it, and it guided the m directly to the hole a.rriv ecl at th e b e nd, which gav e them a vi e w of th e ope n i n g They expect e d to find the crucifix near it. into the cave the s a v ages and S e ymour, al so, had di s apWithout a single thought of danger, and a s light-h e arted p ea red. as a co-ple of sohoolboys bound on a vacation, the y dash e d "'l'hey'v e carri e d him o.fi' !" cried Joe a g hast. across the open ground toward the hole. Mayb e they're hi d in g in th e bru s h, w a i t in g for u s to Suddenly five dark hued, almo s t n a ked savages s pran g com e a s hor e s o the y can pounce up o n u s," ventur e d Andy, out from among the trees and brush near the rock y wa.11 and doubtfull y confronted them. "We w o uld b e fool s t o g ive them the c h a nce," r e pli e d The two .boys were taken completely by surprise. Two of the savages seized Joe by the arms while the others threw Seymour to the ground ancl h e ld him there in spite of the desperate efforts he made to free him s elf When Seymour had exhausted him s elf and lay s till, breathing heavily, the native s pulled him to hi s feet and held him tightly. One who appeared to be the leader jabb e r e d to the other s in an uncouth language, pointed to the pri s oner s a n d the n held up three fingrs. He immediately went down to the edg e of the creek and looked up and down, a s if searching for some thing Seymour at once jump e d to the conclu s ion that the savage was of Andy's pre sence in the vicinity, and was looking for him He was wondering how he could warn the young mate to save himself and the trea s ure from capture, when Joe, b y a. sudden got away from his. captors and starte d .Toe, r e aching for hi s own jacket an d drawin g out his r e v olv e r "But w e o u g htn"t to l e t them get a way with Seym our." "We c an t b e too c a u ti o u s," replied Joe. T h ose c h a p s ca m e up o n u s b e fore w e had the lea s t idea of their pres e nce." The two boys p e ered about the place, but the re was n t s ight or sound of the savages. They rowed a bit furth e r up the s tream without makin g any di scove ry. "Well, I'm going ash o r e for that cru c ifix," s aid Andy, resolut e l y "It's awful ri s ky," warn e d hi s comp a nion. "I'll have my revolv e r r e ady, and keep my eye s s kinn e d for the rasca ls, whil e you keep your gun read y to fire if they show themse lves." "W a.i t till I get out Seymour' s r evolv er, too," s aid Joe As soon as he had it in his left hand, they pulled the


A MADCAP SCHEME. 2'7 boat in, Andy stepped on shore and started, with due cau tion, for the hole. He reached it and Joe saw him pick up the crucifix which was the cause of all the trouble, and then look around while he stood in a listening attitude. Not a savage showed himself, and Andy got back safely to the boat with his prize. "They've gone away, by the looks of things, and taken Seymour with them," said Andy, as he resumed his seat in the boat. "Gee whiz I This is tough How are we going to find and rescue Seymour?" asked Joe, with an anxious expres sion on his face. "The best way I know of is for us to return to the brig with the treasure, and, after stowing it away below, go on a still hunt for our friend." "And while we're gone that convict is likely. to search the brig a!!d get away with the stuff, for we may be gone some time," said Joe. "Then, perhaps we'd better hide it some place outside the bay till after we have succeeded in saving Seymour. Bristol won't be able to reach it, then, and as he can't steal the brig we needn't fear him It was decided, and Andy and Joe resumed their oars and pulled down the creek on their way back to Wafer Bay. CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION. In the meantime how fared it with Seymour? A moment or two after Joe disappeared through the brush, with the two natives at his heels, the boy heard a pistol shot from the direction of the boat "That's Andy," thought Seymour. ".I'm glad he's wide awake to the emergency I hope he'll save Joe, at any rate." In a couple of minutes one of the savages came dashing back, looking as scared as one of his nature can look As his companion did not follow, Seymour was satisfied the young mate had hit him 'Yith the pistol ball. "Well, Joe. is safe, at any rate; that's some satisfaction," breathed the boy, as he saw the savages jabbering, excitedly, together. Suddenly t _he leader made a sign to the others and started through the brush. Seymour felt himself forced to go along with the two who held him, and the creek was left behind, the party taking a course across the island toward Wafer Bay. They pushed along through dense, tropical shrubbery and trees, occasionally passing over open spots thickly carpeted with verdure gre e ner than Seymour had eve r see n They traveled rapidly, never pausing to re s t,ancl S e ymour was about done up when the party eme rged from the tre e s upon the borders of Wafer Bay, which S e ymour recogniz e d rven b e fore he saw the brig resting at her anchorage half a mile away. The savages walked down to the water's edge and set up a l o u d s hout. Seymo11r then saw a figure move aboard the brig, descend the side into a boat, which the boy knew did not belong to the vessel, and row toward them Hia heart jumped into his month, for he guessed that this person was Bristol. What connection had he with these natives, who looked to be South Sea Islanders, and strange l y out of p lace on Cocos Island ? How came they to be there, more than a thousand miles from their native haunts? These were questions that puzzled the boy, let alone the greater mystery of Joe Bristol's presence on this island when he was supposed to safely l odged in the State Prison at San Quentin, California Seymour's surmise was quite correct This man wa.s Joe Bristol, and when he stepped on the beach he favored the boy with a grin of satisfaction ,, It was succeeded by a of disappointment and anger whe n h e saw only one prisoner, and he opened up on the l e ader of the savages in their language, which was not an a s toni s hing circumstance, since, for a great many years he bad b e en a beachcomber in the South Pacific, and had naturally learn e d the dialect of the natives The savage whom be addressed made some exp l anatio n but it did not satisfy Bristol, for he worked himself into a great rage, and finally drew a knife and made a p ass a t the native, cutting a gash.in his arm. The savages utter ed a sudden cry at this, and the fou r leaving Seymour to jumped upon the convict He s tabb e d one of them to heart, but that was as far as h e got. The y hac1 him down on the beach in a twink l ing, the knif e was torn from his grip and buried to the hilt in his brea s t. He quivered a moment and then straightened out, a corpse. Seymour had been taken so by surprise that not unti l his enemy had been c1isposec1 of did he think of escape. The n he das hed for the boat, floating at the edge of the beach, leaped aboard and, seizing the oars, pulled for the brig as fast as be could. The savages made no attempt to head him off, but after watching him for a moment, while the leader was binding up his wonnc1ec1 arm, the three picked up their dead com rade, threw him into the bay and walked off among the trees. Seymour was delighted to find that the savages paid no further attention to him, and rowed leisurely toward the brig In spite of the curdling sensation of seeing a man stabb e d to death, the boy was rather glad, on the whole, that the convic t hac1 been summarily put out of the way, for he felt that both himself and his companions as well as the tre a s ure, was not safe while the rascal li'ted and was in that vicinity. Bristol's death removed a great obstacle from their path, and from the conduct of the three surviving natives Sey -


28 A MADCAP SCHEME. mour believed that he and his associates would not be fur ther bothered by them. After reaching the brig, Seymour went on board and in vestigated. He found, as he su s pected, that Bri s tol had searched the cabin pretty thoroughly and had gathered everything of value into the captain s cabin, which he had evidently made up his mind to u s e himself. His plan, Seymour judged, was to capture the three boys, and then hunt for the treasur e himself. No doubt he intended to maroon them on the island after he had found the pirate trove, putting off to sea in the brig, and with the help of his native allies work the craft to a South American port and then escape with his booty. After resting himself, Seymour decided to pull around in the boat to Chatham Bay and hunt up his companions, who, he thought mi ght be figuring on for him, after concealing the boatload of trea s ure. So he starte d out of the bay and rowed along the foot of the headland. He had accomplished less than half of the distance when happening to turn around, he saw a boat coming .toward him in the distance. "That's Andy and Joe, for a dollar, and they haven't see n me yet. I'll pull into this little cove and then give them th_e surprise of their lives." He did so, and lay upon hi s oars till his two companion s came gliding along within a cabl e 's length Then he rowed out to meet them. "Jumping ChristopMr !" cried Joe, dropping his oars. '"I{ that isn't Seymour!" "'Why, how the dic ken s did you get here, and where did you pick up that boat?" a s k e d Andy, in amazement. Of cour se, explanation s were in order, and the m y st e ry of Seymour's uhexpected appearance in that spot was soon a mystery no -longer. The others were glad to hear of Bristol's death. "That's one s coundr e l less in the world," said Andy. "We're well rfd of him." "Bet your life we ar e !" answered Joe. The boys soon reached Wafer Bay and transferred the treasure to the deck of the brig. After dinner they decided to box the stuff, using the empty grocery boxes in which canned and other goods had been stored. I The treasure filled six boxes. "The next thing in order is to slip the anchor, make sail and return to 'Frisco," said Andy "We have no further us e for Cocos Island that I know of." "Second the motion!" chirped Joe, with a happy grin. "It is moved. and seconded that we depart from this island at once and lay our course for the Golden Gate," said Seymour. "Those in fa vor of thi s will say aye." "Aye. Aye I" roared Andy and Joe, simultaneously. "It is so decided." an hour before dark the brig pa s sed out of Wafer Bay into the broad Pacific and turned her nose N. E. Two weeks later the brig San Jac into was reporte.Q. off "The Heads" at the Merchant s Exchange at about eleven in the morning. She entered the Golden Gate and was duly boarded by the Cus toms officers, to whom the boys made a limited re port, at the same time putting in a claim for s alvag e for brig and cargo, which was later allowed, and the y received enough money to r e lease the six boxes of trea s ure from bond. Seymour also found himself richer by a thou s and dollars -as that amount had b e en paid by the authorities to his mother for the information he had furnished which bad led to the capture of Joe Bristol. It appeared that Bristol escaped from the officers on the boat, which was carrying him back to the penitentiary and he was suppo s ed to have been drowned until the boy s' story c ame to light. Some months afterward it was learned he had taken refuge on the bi'ig Sally Ann and made his appearan c e after she got well to sea. When the vessel was some 200 miles to the wes t of Cocos Island he had stolen away from the vessel in a boat, and it was subsequently l e arned he had been picked up b y a derelict, which craft, with the five South Sea natives aboard, bad been blown to the eastward by a three days s torm. Bristol, who was a tolerably fair s ailor, had managed to work the craft to Cocos Island, where his villainous career e nded, as has b e en des crib ed. Seymour Atwood r e alized $600,000 as his share of the Cocos I s land tre a s ur e whil e Joe Morri s and Andy Blake receive $300,000 e ach. Andy eventuall y acquired a half intere s t in the brig Sall y Ann, and at his father s death became sole owne r and com mander. As for Seymour and Joe, they continued th, eir studies, g raduating with honor afte r whi c h they s pent four y e a rs at a famou s college in the Santa Clara valle y To-day their mos t precious possession i e a newspap e r article printed many year s ago in a big San Francisco daily and headed "A MADCAP SCHEME." THE END. Read "ADRIFT ON THE WORLD; OR, WORKING HIS WAY TO FORTUNE, which will be the next num ber (32) of "Fame and Fortune Weekly." As they couldn't raise the anchor, they let the cable s lip out through the hawse-hole, after they had made sail, and SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any news dealer s end the price in money or pos tag e stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order bY' return mail.


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By Allan Arnol d man. By H. K. Shac kl e ford. 392 G e n eral She rman' s Boy Spy; or, The M a rc h t o the S e a By G en'!. 355 Kit Carso n on a My sterious 'rail; or, Brande d a Rene gade. By J a s A Gord o n An Old S cout. 393 Sam Strap, The Young Engineer; or, T h e Pluckiest Boy on the' 356 The Lively Eight Social Club; or, From Cid e r to Rum. A True Road. By Jas. c. Merritt. T e mp e r a n ce Story. By Jno. B. D ow d 394 Little R o b ert Emmet ; or, T h e W hite Boys of T i pp e r a r y B y 3 5 7 The Dandy of the School; or, The Bs>YS of Bay Cliff. By Howard Allyn Dra p e r Au stin, 395 Kit Carson's Kit ; or, The Young Army Scou t By An Old Scout. 358 Out In the Streets; A Story of High and Low Life I n New "York. 396 B e yond the Aurora; or, The Sear c h f o r t h e M agne t M ountain By N S Wood (The Young Am erican A ctor. ) By B erton Bertrew. 359 Captain Ray ; The Y oung L eade r of the l!' orl orn Hope. A True 397 Sev e n D iamond Skulls ; o r The Secre t City of By A ll a n Story of the M exican War By G e n'!. Jas. A Gordon. Arnold. 360 "3"; or, The Ten Treasure House s of the Tartar King. By Rich-398 Ov e r the Line ; o r The. Ri c h and Poor Boys of R iverdale Sc h ools. ard R. Montgo m e ry By Allyn Drape r 361 Railroad Rob; or, The Train Wreckers of the West. By J a s. C 399 The Twenty Sil ent Wolves; o r T h e Wild R i d e r s of the Mou n M erritt. t a lns. By Ri chard R. Montgo m ery. 362 A Millionaire at 18; or, The American Boy Croesus. By H K. 400 A N e w Y o r k Working Bo y ; or, A Fight for a Fort une. By How-Sbackleford. ard Au s t i n 363 The Seve n White B ears; or, The Band of Fate. A Story of Rus401 Jac k the Juggler; or, A Boy's Search fo r Ells Sister By H. K sla. By Richard R. Montgom ery. Shac kl eford. 364 Shamus O 'Brien; or, The B o ld B o y of Gllngail. By Allyn Drape r. 402 Little Paul Jones; or, The Scourge of the British C o a s t. By 365 The Skeleton Scout ; or, The Dread Rider of the P l ains. By An Capt. Thos. H. Wilson. Old S cout. 403 Maz eppa No. 2, the Boy Fire Company o f Carlto n ; or, Pluc ky 366 "Merry Matt"; o r The Wlll-o'-the -Wlsp of Wi n e. A True TemW ork on Ladder and Line. By Ex-Fire C h ief Warde n p e ran,ce Story. By H K. Shac kl eford. 4 0 4 The Blue Mask or, Fighting Against the Czar. By Allan Arno ld 367 The Boy With the Steel Mask; or, A l'ace That Was Neve r See n 405 Di ck, the Apprentice Boy; or, Bo und to be an Enginee r ( A By A,llan Arnold. Story of Railroad Life. ) By Jas . C. Merritt. 368 Tom; or, T h e Youngest E ngineer on the Road. 406 Kit Carso n, Jr., In the Wild So u t h we st; or, The S earch !or a By Jas. C. Merritt. Lo s t C l a im By An Old Scout. 369 Gallant Jack Barry, The You n g FathE}r of the American Navy. 407 Th e Rivals of Round To p Acad em:i'; or, Missing from S c hool. By Capt. Thoe. H. Wilson. By Allyn Drape r. 370 Laughing Luke, The Yankee Spy of the Revo lution. By Gen"! Jae. 408 J ac k Maso n's Million; o r A Boy Bro ker's L u c k In Wall Street. A G ordon. By H K. Shac kl e ford. 371 From Gutte r to Governor; or, The Luck of a Waif. By H. K. 409 The L os t City of the Andes; or, The T reasure of t h e V ol cano. Shackleford. (A Story of Adventures in a Strange Land ) By Richard R. Montd.. g o m ery. 372 Davy Crockett, Jr. ; o r "Be Sure You're Right, Then Go A hea 410 The Rapi d a n Rangers; or, G eneral W a shi ngton's Bo y Guarll. (A By An Old S cout. S t o r y of the Am erican Revolution. ) By Gen'!. J ame s A. Go r -373 The Young D iamond Hunters; or, Two Runaway Boys In Treasure d o n. Land. A Story of the South African Mines. By Allan Arnold. 411 "Old Put"; or, The Fire Boys of Brand o n. B y E x-Fir e Ch ie f War-374 The Phantom Brig; or, The Chase of the F l y ing Clipper. By d e n. Capt. Thos. H. Wilson. 412 D ead Game; or, Davy Crockett' s D ouble. By A n Old Scou t 375 Sp ec ial Bob; or, The Pride of the Road. By J as. C Merritt. 41 3 Barnum' s Young Sandow; or, T h e Stronge1>t Bo y in the World. 376 Three Chums; or, The Bosse s of the S c hool. By Allyn Drape r By Berton B ertre w 377 The Drumme r Boy s Secret; or, Oath-Bound on t h e Battl efield. 414 H a l se y & Co.; or, T h e Young Banker s and Spec ulators. By H K. By Gen' !. Jas A Gordon. S h a c kl e ford. 378 Jack Bradford; or, The Struggles of a Working Boy. B y Howard 415 Al:>w and Aloft; or, The Dashing Boy I:Jar poon er. By1 Capt. Austin. :rh o s. H. Wils o n 379 The Unknown Renegade; o r The Three Great Sco uts. By An 416 The M e t eo r Express; o r T h e Perilou s Run of a Bo y Enginee r'. By Old Scout. Jas. C Merrit t 380 80 Degree s North ; or, Two Years On The Arctic C ircl e. B y Be r -417 Buttons; or, Climbi n g to the Top. (A Stor y of a Bootbl a c k s ton Bertre w L u c k and Pluc k.) 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These Everything! !. COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! Books Tell You Eacb book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper,_in clear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. Most of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subJects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that aw child. can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjedliiil mentioned. I THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CENTS EACH, OR ANY 3.'HREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE GENTS. POSTAGE STA.MPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism ; also how to cure all kinds of dis eases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW TO DO P.ALMISTRY.-Containing the most ap prov e d methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character by the bumps on the bead. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.. C. S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in structive information regarding the science of hypnotism Also explainiug the most approved methods which are employed by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. ,HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-Tbe most complete hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains full in structions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A. BOA.T.-Fully illustrated. Every boy should know how to row and sail a boat. Full instructions are given in this little book, together with in structions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE.A complete treatise on the horse. Describing the most useful horses for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable recipes for diseas es peculiar to the horse. No. 48. HOW TO BUILD A.ND SAIL CA.NOES.-A handy book for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By O. Stansfield Hicks.; FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK.Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true meaning of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and curious games of cards. A complete book. No. 23. HOW TO EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, from the little child to the aged man and woman. This little book gi ves the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lu cky and unlucky Jays, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28. HOW TO TELL FOR'rUNES.-Everyone is desirous of knowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or mis ery, wea l t'h or poverty. You can tell by a glance at this little book. Buy one and be convinced. Tell your own fortune. Tell the fortune of your friends. No. 76. HOW TO '.rELL FORTUNES BY THID HAND.Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lines of the hand, or the secret of palmi stry. Also the secret of telling future events by aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. / ATHLETIC. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full in struction for the use of dumb b e lls, Indian clubs, parallel bars, horizontal bars and various other methods of developing a good, h ealthy muscle ; containing over sixty illustrations. Every boy can become strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained in this little book. No. 10. HOW TO BOX.-The art of self-defen!le made easy. C ontaining over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the ditfer ent positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of these useful and instructive boo'ks, as it will teach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25. HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.-Containing, full instructions for all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. Embracing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. A handy and us ef ul book. No. 34 HOW TO FENCE.-Containing full instructi'on for fencing and the use of the broadsworJ; also instruction in archery. Described with twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best positi ons in fencing. A complete book. TRICKS WITH CARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing explanations of ilie general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring sleigh t -of-band; of tricks involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of ll>l!Cially prepared cards. By Professo; Haffner. Illustrated. N?. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Em bracmg all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with illustraqons. By A. Anderson. -. No . 7.7. HOW .TO DO F<;>RTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading conjurors and mag1c1ans. Arranged for home amusem ent. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. ? HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on aH the leading card tricks of the also most p<1pular magical illusions as performed by oui: mag1c1ans ; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as 1t will both amuse and instruct. No: 22. HOW TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's seconJ sight exp lamed bl'. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of seco nd sight. No. 43. HOW TO .BECOME A MAGICIAN.-Containing the assortment of magical illusions ever placed before the pubhc. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS.-Containing over one hundred highly amusing and instructive tl'icks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Oontaining o ve r of the lates t and best tricks used by magicians Also oontain m g the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. No .. 70 HOW '.1'0 MAKE MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full d1rect1ons for makmg Magi c 'l'oys and devices o.f many kinds By A. Anderson Fully illustrated. No. 73 .. HOW: '1'0 J:?O TitICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Show!ng JDany curious with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. .No 7_5. HO'f TO A CONJUROR. Containing tricks with Dommos, Dice, Cups anJ. Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing thirty-six illustrations. By A. Anderson. No. 78. TO DO THE .BLACK ART.-Containing a com plete descr1pt1on of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand together with many wonderful exp eri ments. By A. Anders<>n: Illustrated. MECHANICAL, No. 29. HOW '.1'0 AN IN VENTOR.-Every boy !>now how or1gmated. This book explains them all, m magnetism, optics, pneumatics, mechamcs, etc. The most 'mstructive book published . No. 5?. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.-Containingfull u1'structJons bow to proceed in order to become a locomotive en g1?eer; also for buildipg a model lo comot iv e ; together with a full d escript ion of everythmg an engineer should know. No . 57. HOW TO MAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.-Full d1rect10ns how to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, JEolian Harp Xylcr phone and other musical instruments; together with a brlef de scription of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or modern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S Fitzgerald, for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO MAKE .A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing a description of the lantern, together with its history and inv entio n. Also full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Containing complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricks. A. Anderson Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING. No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A. most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use them, giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LET'l'ERS TO LA.DIES.-Giving complete instructions for writing letters to ladi es on all subjects; also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 24. HOW '1'0 WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN.Containing full directions for writfog to gentlemen on all subjects; al so giving samp l e letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LE'I'TERS.-A wonderful little hook, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish to write to. Every young man and every young lady in the land shou ld hav4' this book. No. 74. HOW 'I'O WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing letters on almost any subject also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters'. .)


THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS O.F' NEW YORK END MEN'S JOK E BOOK.-Containing a variety of _the jokes used by the m9st fam ous men No amateur mmstrels 1s complete without this wonderful little book No .. THE J?OYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER. a vaned asso,rto;ient of spe e ches, N e gro, Dutch a nd Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for hom e amuse ment and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKliJ BW TO KEEP 1\ WIND.OW GARDEN.-Containing full mstrnctwns fot constructmg a wmdow garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowe rs at hollle. '.rhe most complete book of the kind ever pub lish e d N'o. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the most instruc tive books on cook i ng eyer publi s hed. It. contains recip e s for cooking m eats fis h, game and o ysters; al so pi es pu d ding s cak e s and all kin d s of M .st ry, and a g r a n d coll ec tion of r ec ip efl by on e of our m os t popular c o oks. No. 37. HOW 'J.'0 KEEP IIOUSFJ.-It co n tains information f o r ever yb ody, boys gi_rls m e n and it will tea<'h y o u h o w to make auythmg Urn horn-0_, m1-:h a s v a rl o r brackets, cements, Aeolian harps and bird lune for catchmg birds. ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A d e scription of the wont!erful uses of electricil;)" a n d e l ect ro mag n etism togeth e r with full in structi ons for making Electric 'l' o ys. Batteries : e tc. By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing ov e r fifty il lustrations. No. 64. IIOW TO MAKEJ ELECTRICAL ?ilACHINES.Conta!ning fnll 1lire c tions for making el ectrical mac hin e s, induction coils, dynamos. and many nov e l toys to be work e d by electricity. By R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. No. 6 7. HOW '1'0 DO ELEJCTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive and highly amusing elect r ica l tricks together with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No: 31. HQW 'l'O _BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing four teen 11lustrat10ns, g1vmg the different positions requisite to become a good speaker, r eader and e locutionist. Al so containing gems from a_ll the popular !luthors o f prose and poetry, arranged in the most simple and conc1s.:? manner possible. No. 49. _HOW TO DEBA'.rE.-Giving rules for conducting de bates, outlmes for debater, questions for discussion and the be1 sources for procuring information on the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.-The arts and wiles of flirtatfon iare fully by this little book. Besides the various methods of haLdkerch1ef, fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation it con a _full list of the l anguage and sentiment of flowers, i1 m_terestmg to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happy without one. No. 4. HOW 'l'O DANCE is the title of a new and handsome little book.inst issue<) by Frank Tousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at parties how to dress, and full directions for calling off in all popula1 squale dances. No. 5 HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to love and marriage, giving sensible advic e rules and etiquette to be obsened, wi t h many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. 17. HOW TO DRESS.-Containing full instruction in the art of rlL"essing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving the se l e ctions of colors, material, and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW '.rO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the brightest and most valuable little books ever given to the world. Everybody wishes to know how to become beautiful, both male and female '.rhe se cret is simple, and almost i;ostless. Read this book and be convin ced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated and c o ntaining full instructions for the management and training of the canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. r\o. 30 HOW TO RA,ISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBI'.rS.-A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illus tratc d. By Ira Drofraw. K o 40. HOW TO MAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hint1 on how to catch mol e s, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Als o how to cure skins., Copiously illustrated. By J. Harrington K ee n e N o 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-A valuab le book, gi v ing instructions in collect ing, preparing, mountin1 and pre s e rving bird s animals and insects. No. 54 HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com pl ete information as to the manner and method of raising, keeping, taming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructi ons for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twent;v.-eight illust r a t ions making it the most complete book of the ki.pd ever published MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST.-"A: useful -and in structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; .also ex perim ents in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di ENTERTAINMENT. rections for making fireworks, colored fir es, and gas balloons. Thi1 No. 9. HOW TO .SECO;\IE A VENTlULOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled Kenne dy The se cret given away. Every inte lligent bo y reading No. 14. HOW TO MAKEJ CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multi-making all k inds of cand-1\: etc. tudes every night with his wond erful imitations), can mas te r the No. 84 . HOW .ro BruCOl\fE A1y AU'l'.t:1.0R.-Containing full art, and create any amount.of fun for hims e lf and friends. I is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and {he greatest book ever published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. mannel' of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general com very valua ble little book just publish e d. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, sports, card div e rsi o ns, comic re citations etc., snitable .Hiland. fo r parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won money than any book publi s h e d. derful book containing useful and practica l information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY G.\l\fES.-A compl ete and useful little treatment of ordinary di seases and ailments common to every book, containing the rule s and of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com ba c kgammon, croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW 'I'O SOLVEl CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No . 55 HOW TO COI,LECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the l eading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curi ons catches taining valuable information regarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings of sktmps and coins Handsomely illustrated. No. 52. HOW '1'0 PLAY CARDS.-A comp l ete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By Old King Brady, book, giving the rules and f,. '\rections for _playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuable bage, Casino, For ty-Five, c e Pedro Sanc ho, Draw Poker, and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventures Auction Pitc h. All F o ms and many oth e r popular games o f cards. and experien c es of well-known detectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containin. g over three hunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain dred interesting puzzles and con u ndrums. wi t h key to same. A in g useful information regarding the Camera and how to work it; complete book. Fully illustrated. By A Anderson. a l so how to make PhotographiC' Magic Lantern Slides and other ETIQUETTE. No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It is a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to know all about. There's happiness in it. No. 33. HOW 'l'O BERA VE.-Conta i n in g the rules and etiquette of good society and the and most approved methods of ap pearing to good advantage at parties, balls, the theatre, church, and in the drawing-room. Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De W. Abney. No. 62. 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