Island number ten or, The secret of the sunken gold ship

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Crash.went the boai .. agaillst" iii' e ... meck:, .. sendiilg the th;ee .. boy$ floundering about. The sea rushed in at the shattered gunwhale. At that critical moment a girlish :figure suddenly appeared a t the bow of the sunken craft and waved her hand.


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF. BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY Issued W eekl11-B11. S u bscription 12.50 per 11ear. Entered according to iJ ct of Congress, in the year 1911, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New Y o r k, No. 275. NEW YORK, JANUARY 6, 1911. PRICE 5 CENTS. ISLAND NUMBER TEN OR, The Secret of the Sunken Gold Ship CHAPTER I FROM THE RIVER. By A SELF .. MADE MAN had been stranded, would have discharged him from his employ, after a trial, only he found him useful in many ways upon bis place, and paid him less than the usual wages. "Hello, what's that?" exclaimed Jack Decker, a sta lDuring the three months Jack had been on the plantawart, sun-burned American boy of perhaps eighteen years, tion he made himself very popular with the Creoles, who as a succession of female screams broke upon his ears. preferred to work under him, because they knew they Jack, attired in a thin, white suit of duck, such as was W01:Jldn't be whipped worn by the plantation and other male inhabBut the boy hac1 other ways of punishing them if they ilanls in the island of Hayti, was bossing a bunch of ne "sojered" on him, and they soon found that he bad a groes at work in a cultivated field near a narrow river sharp eye, and that nothing escaped him He stood under the partial shelter of a wide-spreading At the time our story opened Jack and his gang were in tree, with a whip; the badge of his authority, under his the coffee field, and things were going along in good shape arm, while the laborers toiled out in the full glare of the when screams attracted the lad's attention tropical sunshine. I Out from a thick mass of bushes, which hid the river at The plantation was owned by Monsieur Vincent Laroche, I that point, dashed a lightly clad girl of fifteen, whose ebony a dark-skinned, wealthy Frenchman, whose reputation as face was convulsed :with a kind of terror a hard taskmaster was known pretty well all over the "Oh, massa Jack come help me, for de lub ob Heaben island Missee Linda she fall in ribber. Berry soon drown no help He had fields of coffee, cocoa, tobacco, cotton and ginger come," cried the girl; wringing her hands in a hel pless under cultivation, and a considerable force of native ne -way. groes, under five overseers, to attend to them. "What!" cried Jack, dropping the whip, "has Miss Ver Mons. Laroche expected his overseers to get all the work non fallen into the river?" possible out of the help, and were instructed to spare "Iss, massa Jack. She fall in all ober." the whip on the laggards. "Whereabouts?" His orders were :faithfully carried out by all the overThe girl, who was Linda Vernon's maid, pointed beyond seers but the young American, whose young heart revolted the bushes, and Jack started off for the spot on a dead run, at an indiscriminate application of the lash. leaving the hands to look after themselves By adopting a more humane, but none the less firm Susanne, the maic1, hurried after him and both disap method, the boy got a full quota of V?Ork out of the b l acks, peared in a twinkling. but he incurred the planter's displeasure thereby A minute later Mons. Laroche appeared in the field and Laroche, who had picked Jack up in Kingston, where he looked around for his young overseer


2 ISLAND NUMBER TEN. Not seeing him an ywhere he grew hot under the collar, "Yes, monsieur." an d began swearing in French, which he only spoke when "Was not her maid with her?" he was mad, or when talking to a countryman not well up Jack nodded. in English. "It was she who gave the alarm," he said. Leaving him to his ill-humor we will follow Jack, who "I caught that rascal, Antoine, resting himself under a speedily reached the bank 0 the river and spied the imtree. I had no whip or I would have cut his back to rib periled young lady coming up for the second time at a hon s He sha ll have fifty lashes to-night, and i he utters little distance horn the shore a cry I'll double the measure. See to it that he loses no Without a moment's hesitation Jack threw off his wide more time." straw hat and plunged into the water. The planter passed on toward the house He was a fine swimmer and reached the girl just as she "Fifty lashes," muttered Jack, "and last night he got was sinking or the last time. thirty. Laroche seems to have taken a grouch against him, Her strength was already exha usted by her fruitless and I ear he will not let up on him till he kills him. The struggles, and she was feebly beating the water with her cruel treatment these C reole workers get on this plantation hands when he grabbed her from behind makes my blood boil. No wonder they run away every She tried to catch hold 0 him in her desperation, but once in a while. The wonder is that men who by law are he held her in such a way that she couldn't get a grip on slaves no longer are willing to l abor on this place at any him, and then he gradually made his way to the bank and price The trouble i s that according to L aroc he' s arrange

ISLAND NUMBER TEN. a "You mean that?" asked the Creole, eagerly. Suddenly the Creole turned on the boy. "I do." "Mars' Jack. You love, too-am I not right?" he said, "You don't know this French-dog!" hissed Antoine. with a peculiar grin. '"He is a fiend when aroused. He is fawning and gentle "What do you mean?" cried Jack, a slight flush reddento Miss Linda, whose guardian he is, as a cat with paws of ing the thick coat of tan impressed by the tropical sun velvet, but you have seen him use his talons at the least re"Ha! I have sharp eyes-so has Susanne. We both sistance from others. May my hate-my burning, bitter sure you have learned to love Miss Linda." hate, wither and strike the villain's heart!" "Nonsense!" replied Jack, but the word did not ring The Creole's face worked convulsively, and his fists true. clenched in a savage way. The Creole chuckled. "Would you know why I hate him?" he went on. "Why "You cannot hide your heart when it dances in your I remain here watching for the chance that ere long will be eyes. I have seen how you look at her. It is the look of one mine to end his rascally life with a blow at his heart? who is in love. I know, for have I not loved myself? I Listen, boy, and I will tell you. I once loved a young am sorry for you, mars' Jack. Where are your eyes that woman-loved her with all my heart-with all the you do not see how the wind blows?" intensity of my soul. I was to marry hei< We were happy "How the wind blows?" repeated the boy, mechanically. in each other's love. But the evil day soon came upon us. "She is the pretty lamb that Laroche has picked out for That villain, Laroche, saw her. Re was taken with her himself." beauty, and began to persecute her with his attentions. "You cannot mean that, Antoine. She is only seventeen, He wanted to marry her. She fled from him, but he purwhile he is near fifty." s ued her to the home of her mother, on the mountain side. "But he is rich. This plantation is one of the best in In seeking to elude him she lost her footing on the edge Hayti." of a chasm and fell to her death. He killed her as surely "That makes no difference. A lovely girl like her as if he had driven a knife in her heart, and I will kill wouldn't mate with a man of his characteristics." him as surely as the sun shines this minute." "White seldom give a thought to the qualities o f Antoine's voice died in a vengeful hiss. the men they marry. Money and position in life are what "He hates me because I won her love, and he, a big they worship They leave heart and feeling to the poor planter, was repulsed by her. It is joy to his villainous blacks." soul to see me under the lash, and I put up with it be"I qon't see where you got that idea, Antoine. At least, cause I feel that the hour of my revenge is drawing near. Miss Vernon is not that kind of girl," said Jack, with some I might have killed him a score of times here, on his own' energy. plantation, but that does not satisfy me. He shall meet "You do not know her, though you lose your he'rt to bis death on the mountain side-at the very spot and in the her. Susanne say she and Laroche are to marry in six same way that my Jenny died. And when I hold him weeks." helpless over the chasm, I will laugh at his cries for mercy. "Six weeks!" exclaimed Jack, looking as if the world They will be music to my ear s as the sound of the lash on had suddenly turned very dreary to him my back has been to his. I will taunt and revile him, and "Six weeks," repeated the Creole, showing his teeth; then-then when I have played with him long enough"but he is counting his chickens before they are hatched. I will let him drop like a stone, and listen for the rebound He does not know that I, the despised Antoine, will fix of his hated body on the rocks below. Then only will my him to the mountain chasm before then. That his body hate be satisfied." will be rotting in the depths of the crevasse where my Jack shuddered as he listened to the Creole. Jenny met her death. It fills my heart with joy when I That he meant every word he bad uttered there seemecl think how I shall tear him from his charming bride as he to be no doubt. tore my bride from me. It is just that he who sows the Clearly Monsieur Lar oche's life was in danger from this whirlwind shall reap it." man. Antoine turned away abruptly, walked out into the sun -As an employee and overseer Jack asked himself was it shine and began to work as unconcernedly as if there was not his duty to warn the planter of the deadly peril which nothing of any great importance on his mind, and. yet he menaced him? .was planning to carry O);lt his fearful purpose that ver y To do that was to betray this man who had suffered so night. much at the Frenchman's hands. Jack passed the rest of that day in a kind of wretched The boy realized that he was on the horns of a dilemma. dream. CHAPTER IL THE VENGEFUL CREOLE. He could not disguise from himself that he did love the fair ward of the French planter, although it seemed the height of audacity on his part to think of such a thing. Who was he that he dare cast his eyes in such a way on her? A friendless orphan, cast on a foreign shore, and deThere was a spell of silence for some minutes. pendent on his labor for the bread he ate, and the small Both were thinking, but their thoughts were widely di:f-1 wages he had contracted to work for :ferent. Was he a suitable match for Lin d a the fairest


ISLAND NUMBER TEN. flower in all Hayti, even though she, her s elf, might be cona name r e pli e d Jack. "Eve ry man has a n e qual c h ance sidered a pensioner on her guardian s bount y ? th e r e wheth e r h e be white, black, r e d or yellow." Jack had to confess that hi s pre t e n s ions were ridiculous, "Enough!" cried the planter angrily. "Go find tha t and yet it is said that true love wipes all barriers away, as scoundrel and have him brought to the whipping-post an d indeed it often does. secured I will be on hand to see that he gets the full fif t y Monsieur Vincent Laroche, however, was a barrier that, lashe s I had intended that you s hould admini s t e r th e apart from the fact of his purpose to appropriate his ward dos e bnt as I suspect you would lay them on altogether to o to himself, would be a mighty difficult obs tacle to overcome lig ht, I shall have Samson attend to the bu s iness. H e ha s were Miss Vernon and Jack to join hands against him. no love for Antoine and will make ever y blow count." He certainly would not regm:d with favor anything in Jack knew b etter than to hesitate to exe cute the F r e n c hcommon between the girl and his young American overman's orders, and with a great sympath y for Antoine h e seer. started off to find him. EYening came at last and the work of the day was over. He knew that the blacks all gathered of an eve ning outThe hands went to their quarters to get their supper, side their quarters to enjoy relaxation from labor in the i r while the five overseers went to theirs and ate with other own peculiar way attaches on their own level. He went straight to the open space in front of the buildWith the exception of Jack they knew their business ings well, and they had no sympathy in common with the hands He was surprised to find the whole bunch of m e n and they lorded over women gathered around somebody who was haran g uin g :Monsieur Laroche and Mis s Vernon, now fully recovered them, with a naphtha torch to illumin at e th e prnceeclings. from the effects of her accident, ate together in the dining-As well as he could make out as h e dr e w n ear the circ le, room of the house, waited upon by s everal servants whose the stranger was a boy, who appeared to have the gift o f skins were a little less dark than those who toiled in the s peaking down fine open air, but who stood just as much in awe of the rep e lHe seemed to be a traveling pedcllel', and wa s either an lant looking planter. American or an Englishman. When the meal was over the Frenchman and the girl His pack was hidden by the crowd around but it was came out on the veranda -to enjoy the cool breezes that open in front of him. 1 d "Now is your time, my ebony friend s," said the boy, swept over the is an d d 11 f Linda seated herself in a wicker chair and looked exg libly. This I s bargam a y an y ou a come m or i t pectantly the quarters of the over s eer s Oned day ad hI of my s:o c k:f'.in She expected Jack would make his appearance, as the I tra an t ere 1e ay. i i s gomg o r h h d ndered her that clay would afford an exnothmg on thi s au s piciou s occas10n. seruces e a re "F h. D b fi cldl d cuse for his presenting him s elf at the house to inquire how f not m at erry ne, massa p e e i sa1 one l o 1e women L h d,J t ta "Not abs olutely for nothin g my chocolat e madam but J.1 onsieur aroc e lu no s i own. d b l l 1 l f tt A t tl fiet 1 h 1 next oor ut one to it, w ii r h 1 s a mos t tie s ame tung He had not orgo e n n om e nor rn 1 y a s es 1e N 1 tl th t 11 a 1 11 d h 1 d h. b k tl t ow ier e is some ung a you a nee m ean a you mten ed to ave ai on is ac 1a evenm"'. .. 0 1 m e n folk s A magmfic e nt, wide-brunm e d st raw hat, that He, too, looked for the young American to come to t couldn't be duplicated in Kings ton or Queen s ton or an y and when he .did not clo s o within what he conoth e r royal ton, for doubl e and twi;e ove r wha t askin g red a rea s onabl e time he s ent a servant to s ummon for it on this here au spic iou s occa s i o n whi c h n e v e r comes him. twi c e on the s ame plantation m ark t h a t m y c olor ed Then Jack came. br ethren." "I I :old you tha t Ant o in e was to b e whipp e d }0 He clapped the b at up o n the n eg r o nea rest t o h i m be .said as s tood out o f of t he "The re you are. It fit s you lik e the paper on the wall, Would it not be JUSt a s w e ll to ove rlook his offen s e tlns and makes you look like a r e gula1 'clude. Buv it a n d X'll time, monsieur?" s aid Jack. "Sinc e my r ehl\'n to the make vou a present of a dollar." field he worked harder than any of the re st." "Y mean dat ?" cried the Creole, in a doubtful ton e "You forget yourself, Decker," repli e d the planter, in "I t'ink I take it berry quick. Dem berry fine terms. How no pleasant tone. "Were it not th.e fact you renmuch you charge?" derecl Miss Vernon a great service this mornmg I would "Two dollars, but you shall have it for one." make things unpleasant for you. Hereaft e r, rememb e r "Dere one dollar. Now hat mine." that I permit no suggestion s from my emplo yees. That "Nothing s urer, my friend." black s coundrel deserve s to be s kinn e d alive. Were shrvery "Now give me de dollar you promi se," s aid the man, s till an institution on the i s land r would make that fellow holding out his hand. curse the day he was born. You must g e t rid of your "Haven't you got it, you chump? I said two and I squeamishness about the application of the lash if you extook one-that' s making you a present of one, i s n't it? P,ect to remain with me Your feelings and ideas are weak The Creoles laughed at th e purchaser. and foolish." "Sold again and got the money," s aid the boy b r i s kl y "They may be in your opinion, monsieur, but I was "Who's the next to take advantage of this astounding raised in a country where humanity is something more than slaughter of values?"


ISLAND NUMBER 'l'EN. "I t'ink } 'OU make a fool of me," said the disappointed bat purchaser. "No, my coffee-hued friend, nature has already done that for you," replied the boy peddler, suavely, diving into his bag and pulling out some bright colored ribbon. "Now, my dusky beauties, here's something for you. Don't all speak at once. This ribbon is all that remains of several thousand yards, more or less, that I sold to the wife of the President of the United States before I left that glorious land of the free. I got half a dollar a yard for it, for it's prime quality, doesn't wash out, shrink nor otherwise lose its wear-for-ever quality. It's what we Americans call the cheese, the ne plus ultra, e pluribus unum of all ribbons. I can assure you that it's not made by a trust, and that it bears the union label on the wrapper, which is somewhere at the bottom of my pack and not to be got at just now." "How much?" asked a girl. "I would like to make you a present of it, my angel, but I know it would make the other girls jealous of you, so I'll call it two bits a yard, a quarter of a dollar, an English shilling." "I take two yards." "Take the piece for a dollar. You'll never get such another chance. Thanks. Sold again and got the--" At that point the boy's sharp eyes rested on Jack's face, which was lit up by the glare of the naphtha torch. "Jumping Jehosaphat !" he cried. "It can't be you, Jack Decker, here on this plantation. Hopping periwin kles! Come up and let me get a square look at you." "Tom _;N" elson !" exclaimed Jack, equally astonished. "You've hit it the first trial. Now I know it's you. How in thunder did you turn up here? What are you doing in Hayti, anyway?" "I might ask you the same question, Tom," said Jack, as they shook hands. "What curious chance has brought you to Hayti? Ancl when did you turn traveling faker?" The men and women who surrounded them looked on with considerable curiosity as the boys talked together. Jack explained in a few words how he had been left on the island by a fruit steamer and had picked up the job as overseer on the plantation. Tom said that a friend hacl told him that there was a raft of money ,in peddling notions around among the plan tations on the islands in the Caribbean Sea, and he had tackled the business. "How does it pan out?" asked Jack. "Firs t rate now that T've got the hang of it. How do you like your job?" "I don't like i.t. I'm going to quit when my pay-day comes." "At the end of the month?" I wish it was. At the end of six months, three of which I've already put in. The position may be all right on most plantations, but on this one--" "What's the matter with this one? All plantations look more or less alike to me," said Tom. "The owner of this one iR a Frenchman named Vincent Laroche, and he's a holy terror from the ground floor up." "Is he? What's the matter with him? Don't he treat you well?" Before Jack could reply there was a sudden scampering of the whole bunch of Creoles, leaving the boys to them selves Striding toward them, with his face inflamed with anger, came Monsieur Laroche. "So, this is the way you attend to my orders," he roared at Jack. "Who are you, and what are you doing on my plantation?" he added, turning to! Tom. "I am a traveling merchant," replied Tom, without showing any trepidation at the angry words of the planter. "I carry everything from a cradle to a sheet-anchor in this bag of mine. I'll step up to the house in a minute and--" "You'll do nothing of the kind. Get off my propert)t at once or I'll have you thrown out into the road. Allons !" The last word was French for "go," and the speaker evidently meant business. "All right, my dear sir," replied Tom, coolly. "You're the doctor. Your loss will be. somebody else's gain. I had a fine house-lock here," he went on, returning a number of things to his bag, "which I was going to offer you at half price because this is my bargain day, but of course, under the circumstances you will miss the chance of adding a gem to your locks. A few locks are a good thing for an eli!erly gent like you to have in reserve, for your hair is already getting thin--" "Sacre!" roared Mons. Laroche, more furious than ever. "Here, Domingo, Henri, Philip-come here, you rascals. Throw this scoundrel off the plantation." "There is no occasion for your servants to exert them selves on a warm night like this. I know the way out," said Tom, throwing his bag over his shoulders. "Good-by, Jack. I'll see you again, I hope. I won't leave the island for some time yet. A letter will reach me at No. 32 Blank street, Kingston. Let me hear from you." As he started off a hubbub arose in the direction of the house. Through the evening air came a shrill female scream that sounded like Miss Vernon's voice. Other female screams added to the excitement. Flaring torches flitted around and vanished, and soon a burst of flame lit up the lawn in front of the house. "Ha! What does this all mean?" crled Mons. Laroche, starting to retrace his steps, while yards ahead of him ran Jack, alarmed by the thought that Linda Ve:mon was again in danger. CHAPTER III. A GIRL'S PLUCK. A bright glare illumined the lawn as Jack dashed out on it. One corner of the house was on fire, and the servants were screaming anfl going on like mad. The other four overeeers were coming up on the run from their quarters where they had been cards at the time the sudden excitement started. Jack looked around for J\fiss Vernon, but couldn't see her.


ISLAND NUMBER TEN. Crouching on the ground, with her face buried in her last him on a trip he had in view to a long, low tropical hands, he saw Susanne, her maid. reef known as Island Number 'l'en. Grasping her by thearm, he shook her a bit roughly. His original intention was to go there entirely alone, for '"Where is l\fisR Linda?" he asked. "Was it she I hoard very strong reasons which the story will develop; but the scream?" charms of his beautiful prisoner gradually decided him to "Oh, oh, massa Jack. Lincla carried off." take her with him, try to win her love and marry her. "Carrietl off! \Vhat do you mean?" In time, under the peculiar circumstances in which she "Iss, by