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And I finds Vee costumed businesslike in a middy blouse and khaki skirt, stowin' things away in a picnic hamper.
"What's the plot of the piece?" I asks, yawny.
"Auntie and Mr. Ellins haven't come back yet," says she. "It's after three o'clock. Something must have happened."
"But Captain Killam is with 'em," says I.
"What use is he, I'd like to know? Torchy, we must go and find them."
"But I don't know any more about runnin' a motor-boat than I do about playin' a trombone," I protests.
"I do," says Vee. "I learned in Bermuda one winter. I have coffee and sandwiches here. They'll be hungry."
"Better put in some cigars for Mr. Ellins," says I. "If he's run out of smokes I'd rather not find him."
"Get cigars, then," says she. "I have the small launch all ready."
"How about taking one of the crew?" I suggests.
"Bother!" says Vee. "Besides, they've seen sharks and are all frightened. I'm not afraid of sharks."
You bet she wasn't; nor of being out at night, nor of startin' a strange engine. You should have seen her spin that wheel and juggle the tiller ropes. Some girl!
"Got any clew as to where they are?" I asks.
"Only the general direction they took," says she. "But something must be done. Think of Auntie being out at this hour! When we get past those little islands we'll begin blowing the horn."
It was sort of weird, take it from me, moseyin' off that way at night into a tangle of islands without any signs up to tell you which way you was goin', or anybody in sight to ask directions of. The moon was still doin' business, but it was droppin' lower every minute. Vee just stands there calm, though, rollin' the wheel scientific, pickin' out the deep water by the difference in color, and lettin' the _Agnes_ fade away behind us as careless as if we had a return ticket.
"Excuse me for remarkin'," says I; "but, while I wouldn't be strong for this sort of excursion as a general thing, with just you and me on the pa.s.senger list I don't care if--"
"Blow the horn," cuts in Vee.
Yep, I blew. Over miles and miles of gla.s.sy water I blew it, listenin'
every now and then for an answer. All I raised, though, was a bird squawk or so; and once we scared up a flock of white herons that sailed off like so many ghosts. Another time some big black things rolled out of the way almost alongside.
"What's them--whales?" I gasps.
"Porpoises," says Vee. "Keep on blowing."
"I'll be qualified as captain of a fish wagon before I'm through," says I. "Looks like that explorin' trio had gone and lost themselves for fair, don't it?"
"They must be somewhere among these islands," says Vee. "They couldn't have gone out on the Gulf, could they?"
We asked each other a lot of questions that neither one of us knew the answer to. It sort of helped pa.s.s the time. And we certainly did do a thorough job of paging, for we cruised in and out of every little cove, and around every point we came to; and I kept the horn goin' until I was as shy on breath as a fat lady comin' out of the subway.
It was while I was restin' a bit that I got to explorin' one of the boat lockers, and dug up this Roman-candle affair that Vee said I might touch off. And it hadn't burned half way down before I spots an answerin' glow 'way off to the left.
"We've raised someone, anyway," says I.
"We'll know who it is soon," says Vee, turnin' the wheel.
Five minutes later and we got a reply to our horn--four long blasts.
"That means distress," says Vee. "Answer with three short ones."
A mile or so further on, as we swings wide around the end of an island where a shoal sticks out, we comes in sight of this big motor-boat lyin' quiet a couple of hundred feet off-sh.o.r.e with three people in it.
"There they are, thank goodness!" says Vee, shuttin' off the engine and lettin' the boat drift in towards 'em slow.
"h.e.l.lo, there!" I calls out.
"That you, Torchy?" asks Old Hickory, anxious.
"Yep!" says I. "Me and Vee."
"Bully for you youngsters!" says he. "I might have known it would be you two who would find us."
"Verona, I am astonished," gasps Auntie.
"Yes, I thought you would be," says Vee. "What's the matter?"
"Matter!" snaps Auntie. "We're stuck in the mud, and have been for hours. Look out or you'll run aground, too."
But our boat wasn't half the size of theirs, and by polin' careful we got alongside.
My first move is to reach a handful of cigars to the boss.
"Heaven be praised!" says he, lightin' one up eager.
Meanwhile Vee is pourin' out some hot coffee from the picnic bottles.
That and the sandwiches seemed to sort of soothe things all around, and we got a sketch of their troubles.
Just as Vee had suspected, Rupert had started out to show 'em the island where the treasure was. Oh, he was sure he could take 'em right to it.
"And we went blithering and blundering around for half the night," says Old Hickory, "until this marvel of marine intelligence ran us hard and fast aground here, where we've been ever since."
"I--I got turned around," protests Rupert.
"We admit that," says Old Hickory. "I will even concede that you are swivel-brained and couldn't help it. But that fails to explain why you should invent for our benefit any such colossal whopper as that treasure-island fiction."
"No fiction about it," grumbles Rupert, his voice a bit husky, either from indignation or chicken sandwich, we couldn't tell which. "And I'll find it yet," he adds.
"You will have ample opportunity," says Old Hickory, "for when we leave here you will be left also. You may make a life job of it, if you wish."
"We ought to be getting back," says Auntie. "Will that little boat hold us all?"
"Why, this one is afloat now," announces Vee. "The tide must have come in."