<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</SPAN><br/> <small>DISAPPOINTMENT</small></h2>
<p>“Oh! my stars!”</p>
<p>That was what George said, in a faint voice,
as though he was very nearly overcome, after
taking his look into the box, Jack holding the
same most obligingly all the while.</p>
<p>Of course, even this did not have any effect
upon Josh, who was next in line. In fact, if
anything, it served to spur him on to all the
sooner get his peep-in; wondering at the same
time what it could be.</p>
<p>Buster heard Josh give a gasp, as he bent his
head down. It must be something wonderfully
fetching, to influence all of the boys in that
queer way. And consequently Buster, impatient
for his turn, actually put out his hand and
shoved Josh out of the way.</p>
<p>No sooner had he looked than he too gave
evidence of being nearly overcome.</p>
<p>“Great governor! somebody hold me. I’m
going to faint!” was what Buster whispered;
and this suspicious remark made Andy want to
get out of line, only that Herb, coming last,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</SPAN></span>
would not allow such a thing, but actually
shoved the other up until he just had to do his
duty and look.</p>
<p>Andy threw up both hands as he exclaimed,
perhaps in a louder voice than was really discreet:</p>
<p>“Tare and ounds! Be the powers, ’tware a
grave afther all, so it was!”</p>
<p>“What’s that?” quivered from the lips of
Herb, as he now hesitated in turn.</p>
<p>“Come on, don’t hang back like that, Herb;
you’ve just got to see!” ventured Josh, laying
hold of the other’s sleeve, and commencing to
drag him forward.</p>
<p>It was like the boy who jumps into the pond
so early in the spring that he is nearly frozen
stiff; but whoever heard of him confessing to
the fact; while his comrades hesitate on the
bank he puts on the most angelic face possible,
and declares that the water is “as warm as
anything;” until he has coaxed them all in;
for misery loves company, they tell us.</p>
<p>So Herb had to do his duty, and look.</p>
<p>“Good gracious, why, it’s only a little puppy
dog after all!” broke from his white lips, as he
stood there and stared.</p>
<p>“That’s just what it is,” replied Jack. “And
after all, that fellow spoke what he meant, when<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</SPAN></span>
we thought he referred to another sort of treasure.
This must have been his pet.”</p>
<p>“But Jack darlint,” broke in Andy, “phat
d’ye think he wanted to bury this ki-yi on the
island for at all, at all?”</p>
<p>“What for?” echoed Buster, before Jack
could say a word, “why, because the little beast
had gone and kicked the bucket—died on him—you
know.”</p>
<p>“Must have been a pet dog,” suggested
Josh, “’cause we heard him say he felt bad at
putting the thing underground. Say, Jack,
d’ye think now, the little beast could a got hurt
that night when they broke into the Lawrence
bank and looted it? P’raps somebody fired
at the thieves and hit the pup; or it might a got
hold of rat poison somehow.”</p>
<p>“Quit your guessing, Josh; what does it
matter to us how the poor little beast came to
his end?” demanded George, who had a liking
for dogs himself, and seemed to feel less hilarity
than any of the rest, once the shock of the discovery,
and their own disappointment wore
away.</p>
<p>Jack was for taking it as a joke at his expense.</p>
<p>“Say, just think of that splendid sneak of
mine wasted,” he remarked, sadly. “And all<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</SPAN></span>
for this, too. I’ve got half a notion to crawl
back again, and bury the poor little wretch
over, just to pay for making such a mistake.”</p>
<p>“But hold on,” Herb observed, “this doesn’t
mean that the two over yonder ain’t what we
took ’em to be, does it? There’s the white boat,
you know, with the red trimming; didn’t Jack
tell us he could see it plain enough anchored close
to the shore? Just because they put a little
pet dog underground don’t make ’em better, I
reckon, eh, Jack?”</p>
<p>Jack did not reply immediately. The old
doubts were commencing to work double time
with him. He was beginning to question the
truth of their solution of the problem. Again
he could see the face of the younger fellow, who
had seemed to be hardly more than a boy. Was
that affectation only assumed? Might it not
be a part of the nature of the fellow after all?
Was he a desperate crook, who was able to put on
an air of innocence; or could it be possible they
had made a tremendous mistake, and that he
was a pampered son of some rich man, cruising
in his fine motorboat, with a mechanic as crew
to do the rough work, while he played his part
as skipper of the craft?</p>
<p>Yes, Jack was now in the Doubting Thomas
class. He shook his head, and seemed to be<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</SPAN></span>
trying to figure things out, as he laid the box
on the ground, and covered it temporarily with
the lid which had taken him so long to pry off.</p>
<p>“And if they are the bank thieves,” Herb
went on to say, “what d’ye suppose they could
have done with all that stuff they took away?
Think they buried the same before they got
here to this island, Jack, or could it still be on
board the little white boat right now?”</p>
<p>“Oh! yes, that’s the stuff; how about it,
Jack?” George went on to add.</p>
<p>“We sure did fall all over ourselves in making
this blunder,” admitted Josh, “and it’s up to
us now to get busy and try to make things
square.”</p>
<p>“Of course,” said Jack, slowly, as though he
might be revolving this last idea in his mind,
“that’s possible. If these are the right men,
and they’ve not got rid of the plunder up to
now, why, it stands to reason it would be somewhere
on board, that’s right.”</p>
<p>“But seems to me, Jack,” remarked Herb,
suspiciously, “you’re beginning to hedge a heap.
Just a little while ago you were dead sure these
fellows must be the two robbers. Now you
say ‘if they are.’ How’s that? Didn’t you
see their boat, and wasn’t it just what that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</SPAN></span>
newspaper account said the suspicious craft
looked like.”</p>
<p>“Boys, I admit all that,” the other went on
to say, “but if you stop and think, the article
in the paper didn’t say positively that the white
boat belonged to the bold bank thieves—only
that it had been seen hanging around, like it
might be in hiding, and they thought it must
have for a crew the two yeggs who broke into
the Lawrence bank. There’s some difference,
you’ll admit between making a positive statement,
and just guessing things.”</p>
<p>“Well, for one, I still believe they are the men
that are wanted,” said George, to prove that he
had not been convinced otherwise.</p>
<p>“I think so, too,” added Josh.</p>
<p>“And for one now,” added impetuous George,
boldly. “I’d like nothing better than to sneak
that boat of theirs away while they sleep.
What d’ye say to that, fellows, ain’t it worth
considering?”</p>
<p>For a minute no one replied. The audacity
of the proposition staggered them, it seemed;
and yet as is nearly always the case with boys,
it appealed to the love of mischief and the daring
that somehow seems to be a part of their nature.</p>
<p>“Say that would be a great stunt, now,”
said Josh.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Buster drew a long breath as he went on to
say:</p>
<p>“George, you ain’t so very bad a hand at
laying out a game after all. Whee! just think
how they’d rub their eyes, and stare, when they
woke up in the morning, and went to look for
the jolly old white boat, which wouldn’t be
there.”</p>
<p>George began to feel his importance. After
all, Jack could not have a monopoly of engineering
things; once in a great while some other
fellow was apt to have an inspiration; and it
seemed to be his turn just then.</p>
<p>“You seem to think well of my little scheme?”
he remarked, proudly.</p>
<p>“Jack, how do you feel about it?” asked
cautious Herb, not noticing that the other had
as yet made no comment; which, in some boys
might have signified that they were feeling
jealous; but everybody knew Jack Stormways
could not allow such a thought to enter his head.</p>
<p>“Do you want to know my idea, George?”
asked Jack, frankly.</p>
<p>“I sure do,” came the reply.</p>
<p>“Well, I’ll tell you,” the other went on to
say. “It would be a great stunt to carry off
this white boat, if only we were sure the parties
are the robbers. But stop and think what<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</SPAN></span>
we’d be up against if they were innocent parties.
Why, they could have us arrested for stealing
their craft; and what excuse would we have to
offer? The old gag about not knowing it was
loaded wouldn’t pass in court. We’d get a
heavy fine, even if it wasn’t worse. This is a
time when it’ll pay us to be sure before we go
ahead.”</p>
<p>“Huh! p’raps you’re right, Jack,” grunted
Josh, already beginning to weaken before this
sort of logic.</p>
<p>George did not open his mouth, but he was
always willing to listen to what Jack had to
say; for the other never gloried in showing any
of his comrades up as being in the wrong.</p>
<p>“But the principal thing of all, and which
we’d have to find out first, before thinking of
hooking the boat, would be to know whether
they expect to sleep ashore, or aboard,” Jack
went on to say.</p>
<p>At that Buster tittered.</p>
<p>“Think what a cheeky thing it’d be,” he
remarked, softly, “if we ran away with the boat,
and then found that we’d kidnapped a couple of
innocent ducklings, one of them mamma’s darling
boy! Whew! mebbe we wouldn’t feel cheap
though!”</p>
<p>“Oh!” said Jack, “then you’ve been thinking<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</SPAN></span>
that this terrible Slim Jim, the dandy hobo,
might be somebody else, have you, Buster?
Well, I tell you what we ought to do, boys—hang
around, and watch that pair some more.
If they begin to get the camp ready as though
they meant to stay ashore tonight, we can talk
it over again, and decide whether we’ll play
George’s trick or not with the boat. How?”</p>
<p>“I say leave it that way,” ventured Josh,
now completely won over.</p>
<p>“I’m agreeable,” George hastened to say,
for he was not altogether unreasonable in anything
save that troublesome engine aboard his
Wireless; and in that quarter he would never
take advice from any one until in difficulties;
he knew it all.</p>
<p>And so it was arranged.</p>
<p>They could creep up, and from their old place
of observation keep an eye on the two who were
under suspicion; and in this way something
might arise whereby they would be able to tell
definitely whether they would be justified in
going to extremes, or ought to keep their hands off.</p>
<p>Even as they started to once more advance
toward the spot where the camp fire burned,
they began to hear a strange clanking sound,
as of steel smiting steel, that gave them new
cause for wonder.</p>
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