<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</SPAN></span>
<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER XX<br/> <small>THE EVENTS OF A NIGHT</small></h2></div>
<p class="drop-cap">SINCE the large chamber was in utter
darkness, Saxe decided on recourse to
a device which had served him well in similar
situations of his boyhood among the
mountains. As soon as Margaret moved
and drew a little away from him, he spoke.</p>
<p>“We must step back to the passage-way,”
he said. “From it, I can take our bearings,
so that we can cross the place without
floundering about haphazard in the dark.”</p>
<p>“Yes,” the girl answered. Her voice came
very low, quavering a little.</p>
<p>Two paces brought them again to the
entrance of the corridor. There, with a hand
touching either side, Saxe made sure of the
exact direction in which he faced, and from
this he judged his course, for he remembered
the relative positions of the passage by
which they had come into the big room and
of the shadows he had seen on the opposite
wall. He had in mind as well his estimate of
the diameter of the chamber, and so, when he<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</SPAN></span>
had made sure of his direction he set off boldly,
after again taking Margaret by the hand. He
lengthened his stride a trifle, to make it the
measure of a pace. When he had counted fifteen
steps, he reduced his speed, and moved
with caution, groping before him. A moment
later, his hands encountered the wall. He
was confident that he had held his course
fairly straight in crossing the chamber, and
was certain, in consequence, that the opening
into the passage must lie a little to his
left. He therefore drew Margaret in this
direction. An instant later, to his joy, his
left hand found emptiness. Without a word,
the two hurried forward, and presently they
saw before them a dim glow that was the
first hint of outer light. Saxe fell behind
the girl as the passage narrowed. Margaret
quickened her steps to a run, and he held fast
at her heels. In the same second with her,
he issued from the cavern, and sent forth a
huge shout, which was a little for escape
from the cave, but chiefly for a primitive,
masterful delight in the woman beside him.
Margaret smiled sympathy with his mood—and
her smile, it may be, was divided in its<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</SPAN></span>
sources, even as was the lover’s cry of
triumph.</p>
<p>The girl’s face was mantled with blushes.
But she spoke bravely, with a dainty air of
inconsequence.</p>
<p>“Why, how late it is!” She pointed
toward the west. “See, the sun has set
already, we were in there for ages.”</p>
<p>“Yes,” Saxe agreed. “And it’s like rebirth
to come back—rebirth into a new, glorious
life.” With an effort, he checked himself,
for he would not embarrass her now, though
passion bubbled to his lips. “We must paddle
over to where the rest are, and let them
know about the cave at once.”</p>
<p>The news brought by the two created a
lively excitement among the others, along
with a considerable feeling of relief, for the
continued absence of Margaret and Saxe had
been inexplicable, until Billy Walker quoted,
with ostentatious carelessness:</p>
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<div class="poetry">
<div class="verse"><i>Love’s a virtue for heroes—as white as the snow on high hills,</i></div>
<div class="verse"><i>And immortal as every great soul is that struggles, endures and fulfills.</i></div>
</div></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</SPAN></span>At this utterance from the seer, who was
by no means prone to sentimental rhapsodizing,
Roy appeared at first puzzled, then
enlightened, and he smiled—nor speculated
more as to the whereabouts of his missing
friend, while David grinned appreciatively,
and accepted the innuendo as a sufficient
explanation of Saxe’s absence even in this
crisis of affairs.</p>
<p>For the rest, the three, with some assistance
from Jake, had passed a busy afternoon,
without accomplishing anything beyond a
disheartening certainty that the gold had
been very effectually concealed. Much of
the cove was shallow, and Billy Walker had
suited his convenience by pursuing his investigations
of these portions from the launch
which Jake guided to and fro as required.
The clearness of the water made it possible
to see the bottom distinctly except at the
greatest depths, and in this comfortable
fashion Billy conducted his search, smoking
the inevitable black cigar. In the deeper
parts, Roy, clad in a bathing-suit, made such
examination of the bottom as he might by
diving. David either assisted Billy in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</SPAN></span>
scrutiny from the launch, or hunted over the
islands near the shore. At no time did it
occur to them to extend their researches so
far as the island on which Saxe and Margaret
had landed. They had just come to
the conclusion that they must give over
work for the day, and were again beginning
to feel concern in regard to the continued
absence of the heir himself, when they were
startled by a hail in the voice of the missing
man. They stared out over the lake, and
perceived the canoe darting toward them,
with Margaret plying a skilled paddle from the
bow. Jake, who had just bent to the fly-wheel
of the engine to crank up, dropped
again to the bench; the others stood up and
shouted. They had no least suspicion that
the truants could be bringing news of the
treasure. When finally the light craft ranged
alongside the launch, and the story of the
cavern was told, there were wonder and satisfaction.
Roy was the first to make a suggestion
as to the course to be pursued.</p>
<p>“The rest of you go on to the cottage,” he
directed. “I’ll stay here on guard, in case our
friend, the engineer, should have a mind to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</SPAN></span>
drop in on a visit. After dinner, let Jake
bring me a snack to eat, and I’ll keep watch
through the night. You—” he turned
toward Margaret and Saxe—“can take me
to the island, and show me the entrance to
the cave, and then leave me.”</p>
<p>There were protestations from the others,
offers to share the watch with him; but Roy
resisted all importunities.</p>
<p>“I’d like to meet Masters again,” he
declared, in his gentlest voice. “I don’t want
any help.” They recognized the emphasis
of finality, and forebore further argument.</p>
<p>But, when after dinner at the cottage Jake
was about setting forth in the launch with
supplies for Roy, which in addition to food
included a pair of blankets and a lantern,
David appeared at the boat-house, and
accosted the old man just as the propeller
began to revolve:</p>
<p>“Hold your hosses, Jake!” he called; and
the boatman obediently threw out the clutch,
and steered in a slowing circle to the dock.
As he came alongside, David produced—with
a deftness of movement that showed
some degree of familiarity with gun-play—a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</SPAN></span>
very businesslike appearing automatic,
which lay snugly in his palm. With his
other hand, he brought forth a box of cartridges.
These and the weapon, he extended
toward Jake.</p>
<p>“For Roy,” he explained. Jake nodded, and
stowed the armament in a locker.</p>
<p>The recipient of this equipment displayed
small gratitude for his friend’s thoughtfulness.
On the contrary, he sniffed when
Jake, after beaching the launch on the strip
of sand where Roy awaited his coming, presented
the automatic and cartridges as first
fruits.</p>
<p>“I sha’n’t need a gun,” Roy declared superciliously;
and his pugnacious jaw was thrust
forward yet once again. And, afterward,
when Jake had accompanied him to the
cavern with the blankets and the lighted
lantern, the boatman’s well-meant offer to
remain for the night was rejected almost
with indignation. “You don’t understand,
Jake,” Roy said, venomously. “I personally
have an account to settle with that infernal
engineer.”</p>
<p>The old man grinned a cheerful appreciation<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</SPAN></span>
of the situation.</p>
<p>“Of course,” he remarked, in a matter-of-fact
tone, “you got quite some hefty grudge
agin ’im for the way he ducked your sweetheart.”</p>
<p>At this candid statement, Roy gaped in
amazement.</p>
<p>“Why, how did you know she—” he
began. Then, he halted in confusion. For
the first time in many years, he felt himself
incapable of speech.</p>
<p>Jake chuckled in high good nature, and
deemed that explanation enough.</p>
<p>“Well, lick ’im good, if ye ketch ’im,” he
exhorted; and straightway set out on his
return to the cottage, where he and David
were to serve as guards throughout the
night.</p>
<p>Thus left to his own devices, Roy proceeded
to make himself as comfortable as the
circumstances of his situation would permit.
He was sure that the enemy would not
appear on the scene for some time yet, if at
all, and in the interval before that possible
coming he proposed to make himself at ease.
To this end, he placed the lantern in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</SPAN></span>
center of the chamber on the floor, and
folded the blankets into a comfortable rug,
on which he seated himself cross-legged,
according to the fashion he had learned to
like in the Far East. He was at pains to
have the luncheon-basket conveniently
placed before him, and now began an investigation
of its contents with a curiosity
sharpened by keen appetite. He smiled contentedly
as he brought out a cold sliced fowl,
fresh salad, a vacuum-bottle of hot coffee—the
dozen other things that would have made
a formidable array, had it not been for the
strength of hunger with which he happily
confronted them. As he renewed energy
with this repast, Roy smiled at the contrast
of its luxuriousness, as compared with many
another that had been his lot in the wild
places. He was alone in the wilderness, as
often of old, but there the similarity ceased,
for in those other places, there had been no
dainties, such as the ones before him, no
napkins of damask, or utensils of silver. And
yet——</p>
<p>Roy broke off his musings, as he finished
his third cigarette, and set himself to make<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</SPAN></span>
arrangements for the night. He removed
his blankets to a point against the wall of
the cavern on the side opposite the entrance,
where a tiny recess offered partial concealment.
In this nook, he spread out the
blankets, extinguished the lantern, stretched
himself in a comfortable posture, and thus
entered on the long vigil. He did not hesitate
to doze, as he was sure that he retained
his old habit of becoming alert at the faintest
sound.</p>
<p>It was hours afterward when he became
broad-awake in an instant. For a time, he
lay motionless, all his senses quickened. The
blackness of the chamber seemed impenetrable,
yet his eyes stared steadfastly into the
dark, expectant for aught that might befall.
It was on hearing, however, that he
depended chiefly to gather information, and
his ears were set keenly. Yet, though he
listened so intently, minute after minute
passed, and there was no least interruption
of the perfect silence.</p>
<p>Roy found himself in a quandary. He
gave Masters credit for a shrewdness equal
to the known unscrupulousness of the fellow.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</SPAN></span>
Undoubtedly, the engineer had lurked on
some vantage spot of the shore throughout
the day, and by this espionage had made
himself acquainted with the progress of
events on the lake. If he had perceived the
landing of Margaret and Saxe on the island,
as probably, almost certainly, he had, he
would have known also of their long tarrying
there, and of Roy’s remaining on the
island. Perhaps from some elevation
Masters had followed all their activities
through a glass, and had been able by this
method to inform himself precisely concerning
the location of the cavern in which Roy
was lying. Or, even, he might have come
to the island, venturing in by the north-east
side, so that his approach would not have
been observed by the others. He could very
easily have kept himself hidden afterward, as
the unevennesses of the island and the profuse
growth of trees and bushes offered
ample concealment. But, whether the
advent to the island had been earlier or later,
Roy was sure that it was now accomplished,
and that the engineer was there present in
the chamber with him. His sixth sense<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</SPAN></span>
spoke the assurance.</p>
<p>After all, it was sight, and not hearing,
that at last served to guide the warden of
the cavern. His eyes, which had been roving
vainly in an effort to pierce the black
space, suddenly caught a faintest glow. It
was so indistinct, so subtly suggested rather
than seen, that for a little Roy believed his
vision deluded by some phosphorescence
within his brain, which had set the nerves
of sight to vibrating. He closed the eyelids
for a moment, then looked again. The
vague hint of radiance far remote still lingered.
On the instant, doubt vanished; in
its stead came certainty.</p>
<p>There could be no question that the light
shone from a distance. Even the faintest
spark anywhere near would have presented
an appearance radically different from this.
The diffusion of it was proof that its origin
was in a light set a long way off. Finally,
Roy guessed that the source of it was shut
out from his direct vision by some obstacle
intervening between him and it, while the
nimbus extended beyond the barrier, and
thus became perceptible. If this were,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</SPAN></span>
indeed, the case, it would be reasonable to
suppose that the person responsible for the
light was equally far away. The conclusion
was by no means inevitable, but it was a
fair assumption. Roy deemed himself justified
in acting upon it.</p>
<p>Forthwith, he got to his feet, using every
caution to avoid the least noise. When erect,
he stood for a time listening, but could detect
no sound. He had removed his shoes before
lying down, and now he went forward in
stockinged feet, very slowly, taking the
direction whence the light seemed to issue,
although its feebleness made the location far
from sure. He used all the skill of which
he was capable in this advance, and did
indeed contrive to avoid making any noise.
When he had gone for two rods, or more,
he halted, and again listened. Nothing, however,
rewarded his attention, and presently
he renewed the tedious progress. Soon, it
was borne in on him that the origin of the
light was within one of the passages leading
downward, of which Saxe had told him, and
of which entrances had been observed by
him while he was eating his meal, though<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</SPAN></span>
he had not troubled to examine them. His
sense of direction, strong naturally, had been
developed by experience, and he was convinced
that the radiance streamed from the
passage that was on the left, as he faced
the two.</p>
<p>From Saxe’s narrative, he knew that these
tunnels were winding. The fact would
readily explain the manner of the light,
visible where he was in the big room like
the afterglow from a sunset, with the cause
of it hidden beyond the turnings of the corridor
in which it burned, as the sun lies unseen
below the horizon. With this understanding
of the situation, Roy felt an accession of confidence,
and at once moved forward more
briskly in the direction from which the
illumination shone. He held his hands outstretched,
for the light was still too feeble
to show objects round about him, even
vaguely. Presently, his right hand touched
stone. After another step, his left hand also
came in contact with the wall, and he knew
that he was within the passage, though whether
that on the right or on the left he could only
guess, nor did he regard the matter as of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</SPAN></span>
importance.</p>
<p>From this point onward, Roy’s advance,
while made with unfailing caution, was
much more expeditious. His stockinged feet
seemed to possess a consciousness of their
own, by which they searched for, and found,
the fragments of rubble that were smooth
enough not to cut, while solid enough not
to yield a sound under the pressure of his
weight. And, as he went forward, the light
increased, little by little, until at last he could
distinguish the sides of the tunnel through
which he was passing. Yet, even when the
illumination became sufficient to show what
sort the footing, Roy chose still to trust his
sense of touch, and held his eyes alert for
anything that might appear in the distance
beyond. He was aware that the passage
descended for a time, then mounted slowly,
only to slope downward again, and to continue
thus. He noted, too, that sometimes
it widened, until he could touch only one
wall. He mistook the opening into the other
passage for one of these broader places.</p>
<p>Roy aroused to the fact that the source of
the light he sought was itself advancing,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</SPAN></span>
even as he advanced. There was no other
possible explanation of the way in which
it remained at about the same brilliancy,
though he went forward with good speed.
By this time, too, Roy was certain that the
distance between him and the light was such
as to leave little danger in the slight noise
of his progress. So, he mended his pace, and
soon perceived, with satisfaction, that the
radiance noticeably increased. He maintained
the quickened speed for a minute or
two longer, then prudently moderated it
again. Indeed, so bright was the light now
that he made sure of being very close to the
cause of it, and renewed the exercise of all
his caution as he crept forward. That this
was none too much—nor, indeed, enough—was
shown by what presently followed.</p>
<p>Roy paused again, to examine the situation
in detail. The brilliance of the light
now assured him that its source was shut
from him only by a single bend of the tunnel,
which was hardly a rod in front. It was
plain, then, that the time had come for
determining the manner of his attack, since
the moment could not be long delayed. He<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</SPAN></span>
had no intention of resorting to the weapon
with which David had equipped him. He
planned that he would approach the turning of
the passage noiselessly, and seek to reconnoitre
from that point without being
observed. Thereafter, as opportunity should
serve, he would steal upon his enemy unaware,
overpower the fellow, handling him
with roughness enough to afford some adequate
satisfaction for the outrage against
May Thurston, and finally, when the villain
had been reduced to passivity, hold him
prisoner—to which purpose, at last, the automatic
might prove convenient. The arrangement
was admirably simple; there remained
but to test its efficacy.</p>
<p>The length of tunnel thus traversed by
Roy in his pursuit had been considerable.
Throughout the latter portion, the slope had
been downward, with frequent variations
from a sharp incline to stretches almost level.
In the place to which he had now attained,
the slant was scarcely perceptible. At this
distance from the big chamber, he had long
passed beneath the waters of the lake. The
location of the treasure might well be anywhere<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</SPAN></span>
hereabouts, according to the saying
of the miser’s cipher. Roy was moved to
devouring curiosity to learn whether or no
the man ahead of him had in truth come
upon the gold. If so, the accomplishment
should avail the scoundrel little, he vowed,
and his jaw was thrust forward, as once again
he advanced.</p>
<p>Roy looked to the placing of his feet for
every step, neglecting no precaution to avoid
aught that might give warning of his
approach. In this stealthy fashion, he came
to the turning of the tunnel, and then, after
another delay to make sure that his presence
remained unsuspected, he ventured to peer
into the passage beyond the bend. His heart
exulted! Surely, fate had delivered his
enemy into his hand.</p>
<p>A hundred feet beyond the corner from
which Roy looked, a lantern was set on the
floor of the passage. This was the source
of the light that he had trailed so painstakingly.
It burned clearly; the radiance from
it showed all about with distinctness. The
conspicuous thing on which the beams shone
was the form of Masters, who was kneeling<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</SPAN></span>
and gazing fixedly down into an opening in
the floor of the cavern. The man was on
the farther side of this, and so had his face
toward the watcher, but absorption in whatever
was displayed beneath him prevented
his noticing the presence of the newcomer.
Roy was, therefore, able to continue his spying
at ease. Curiosity, as well as discretion,
bade him delay attack. He was eager to
learn the nature of the engineer’s interest in
the opening, and, too, the fellow’s position,
facing up the tunnel, rendered impossible at
the moment a rush that should take him by
surprise. Undoubtedly, the engineer would
make some movement presently, which
would place him more conveniently for Roy’s
purpose. In the meantime, it would be
enough to observe, and to await the right
instant for assault.</p>
<p>It may be that Masters, too, possessed a
sixth sense. Roy could never be convinced
that there was not something uncanny in
the events that now immediately followed.
Masters jumped down into the opening,
where he stood with only head and shoulders<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</SPAN></span>
exposed. Then, in an instant, the light of
the lantern vanished—with that, the crash
of a forty-five, thunderous there within the
cavern. A second report came in the same
instant. A searing pain touched Roy’s brow,
and he lay unconscious.</p>
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