Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1922-02-17

al the nedQ OIL the grave lay d large,
smoothly rounded stone. I knelt and
brushed away some obstinate vine
tendrils, and the letters "B. H." re-
yealed themselves, cut deeply and ir-
regularly into the sloping face of the
| stone. Below was the half-intelligi.
BILE symbol of the crossed bones.
There was something in the utter
| loneliness of the place that caught
my breath sharply. At once / had the
| feeling of marauder. Here slept the
guardian of the treasure-and yet In
defiance of him / meant to have it.
| SO, too, had Peter-and l didn't koow
yet what he had managed to 90 to
| Peter
| With an impatient sniver l got up
| quickly from my knees. / whistled to
Crusoe, who was trotting busily about
on mysterious intelligence conveyed to
him by his nose. He ran to me joy
fully, and I stopped and patted his
warm vigorous body.
LET Bill walk, Crusoe,'' i remarked,
''let him He needn't be dog in the
manger about the treasure, anyhow"
Now came the moment which / had
been trying not to think about. / had
to find the entrance to the cave, and
then go into it or part with my own
esteem forever. / went and peered
over the cliff. The ledge was there
not an inviting ledge, nor one on
which the unacrobatically inclined
would have any impulse to saunter,
but perfectly good ledge, on which
had not the slightest excuse for de-
Ginning to venture.
There was truly nothing dangerous
about the ledge. 1t was nearly three
feet wide, and had an easy downward
trend. Yet you heard the hungry roar
of the surf below, and try as you
would not to, caught glimpses of the
white swirl of it. / moved cautious
/ ly, keeping close to the face of the
cliff. Crusoe, to my annoyance, sprang
down upon the ledge after me. l had
feeling that he must certainly trip
me as picked my way gingerly along.
| An angle in the rOck-a low dark
entrance-way-it was all as Peter had
described it. peered in-nothing but
impenetrable blackness. / took hes
itating step. The passage veered
sharply, as the diary had recorded.
Once around the corner, there would
be nothing but darkness anywhere.
Suddenly portentous and overwhelm-
ing, there rose before me the unan-
swered question of what had become
of Peter on that last visit to the cave.
Unanswered-and unanswerable ex-
cept in one way by going in to see.
Whereas I had so far thought prin-
cipally of the treasure, / now began
to think with intensity of Peter. What
ironic stroke Of fate had cut him down
in the very moment of his triumph ?
Had he ever reached the cave to bring
away the last of the doubloons? Were
they still waiting there unclaimed?
Had storm come up on that last
night, and the weakened cable pa vted,
and the Island Queen gone on the
rocks, drowning Peter in the cabin
with his gold. Then how had Crusoe
got away, Crusoe, who feared the
i
and then turn tail and run?
Speaking Of Crusoe, where was he?
/ realized that moment ago he had
/ plunged into the passage. heard the
patter of his feet-a pause. A queer,
dismal little whine echoed along the
4 passage. / heard Crusoe returning
but before his nose appeared around
the angle of the tunnel his mistress
had reached the top Of the cliff at a
bound and was vanishing at a bril x
pace into the woods.
With bitterness, as l pursued my
way to camp, / realized that was
not a heroine. Here was a mystery
it was the business of heroine to
solve it. Now that I was safely away
from the cave, began to feel the itch
of a torturing curiosity. How, with
out going into the terrifying place
alone, should find out what was
there? Should | pretend to have ac-
cidentally discovered the grave, lead
the party to it, and then-again acct
observation-disclosures the tunnel? This
plan had it's merits-but discarded 1t,
for fear that something would be
found in the cave to direct attention
to the Island Queen. Then / reflect
ed that very likely the explorers
would work round. the island far
enough to find the sea-mouth of the
cave. This would take matters en-
tirely out Of my hands. should per-
haps be enlightened as to the fate of
Peter and the last remaining bags of
doubloons, but might also have to
share the secret of the derelict with
the rest. And then all my dreams of
playing fairy godmother and shower
ing down on certain heads-like Goals
Of fre-torrents Of beautiful golden
doubloons, would be over.
On the whole could not tell wheth-
err I burned with impotence to have
| the cave discovered, or was cold with
the fear Of it.
And then, so vigorous is the instinct
to see ones self in heroic pastures, ]
/ found l was trying to cheat myself
with the pretense that / meant pres
emily to abstract Aunt James electric
torch and returning to the tunnel.
mouth, plunge in dauntlessly.
(To BE CoNTINUED.)
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