CHAPTER XX
LANDING ON CAVE ISLAND
At the end of a week Dave was more worried than ever. Each day he and his chums went down to the shipping offices and each day returned to the hote? disappointed. Not a word had been heard concerning the missing vessel and those on board.
The Golden Eagle was all ready to sail on her return trip to the United States, but Phil told Captain Sanders to wait.
"Perhaps we'll hear to-day," he said, and this was repeated day after day.
It was very warm and the boys were glad they had brought along some thin clothing. They scarcely knew what to do with themselves, and Dave was particularly sober.
"I suppose Mr. Wadsworth and the rest are waiting to hear from me," he said to his chums. "But what is the use of sending a message when I haven't anything to say?"
Another Sunday passed, and on Monday the boys visited the Golden Eagle, and then went with Captain Sanders to the nearest shipping office.
"Something is going on!" cried the senator^s son, as he noticed an unusual crowd congregated. "Must be news of some sort."
"Let us find out what it is!" returned our hero, quickly.
"The Emma Brower has been heard from," said a man, standing near. "That's the vessel that was missing, don't you know," he added.
"What of her?" asked Dave.
"Went down in that terrible storm we had about ten days ago."
"Down!" gasped all of the boys, while Captain Sanders looked the concern he felt.
"So they say. I do not know the particulars," went on the man as he walked away.
It did not take the boys and the captain long to get into the shipping office and there they learned as many of the particulars as were known. A tramp steamer from Porto Rico had come in bringing word that she had sighted portions of a wreck while out at sea, and an investigation proved the same to belong to the Emma Brower. A portion of a small boat had been picked up, but nothing had been seen of sailors or passengers.
"Where was this?" questioned Dave, when he could get the chance.
"The captain of the steamer says about two miles west of Cave Island."
"Cave Island!" cried Phil. "Why, that is where those Englishmen were going to hunt for that pirates' treasure."
"Two miles from Cave Island," mused our hero. "If the Emma Brower went down, perhaps those in some of the small boats got to that place."
"Perhaps," answered Captain Sanders.
The boys and the captain remained at the shipping office for an hour, getting all the details possible concerning the wreck, including the exact latitude and longitude where the vessel was supposed to have gone down.
"Let us sail for that spot and see if we can discover anything," suggested Dave, as the party came away. "We may find some of those in the small boats."
"Just what I was going to suggest," said Phil.
"Well, it's up to you, Phil, to say what we shall do," answered Captain Sanders. "Your father sent me word that I was to look to you for orders—that is, within reasonable limits,—and I know you won't be unreasonable."
"Well, we want to get back to the United States, anyway," said Roger. "And this would be on our way."
"How soon can you get ready for the trip?" asked our hero, of the master of the Golden Eagle.
"We are all provisioned, so it won't take but a few hours," was the reply.
"Then let us sail to-day,"
"You don't want to wait for more word?" asked Roger.
"No, Roger; I don't think It will do any good," answered our hero.
The matter was discussed at the hotel, and a little later the boys paid their bill and had their baggage taken to the ship. In the meantime Captain Sanders had prepared for the trip, and two hours later the Golden Eagle was moving out of the harbor of Bridgetown.
"How long will it take us to run to that spot where they think the ship went down?" asked Phil.
"Not more than a day and a half—it depends somewhat on the wind," answered Captain Sanders.
The boys tried to settle themselves, but this was impossible. Dave could not keep still, and paced the deck by the hour, or scanned the bosom of the ocean with the marine glasses Captain Sanders loaned him.
Only once came a thrill of excitement. A bit of wreckage was sighted and the ship sailed toward it. It was a yardarm, and to it were lashed a cask and several boxes, one of the latter bearing the name Emma Brower. Not a sign of a human being could be seen.
"If a man was on that wreckage the storm tore him loose," said Captain Sanders.
"How terrible!" whispered Roger.
"And think of it, it may have been Merwell, or Jasniff, or both of them!" returned Phil.
On the following day they reached the latitude and longitude as given by the captain of the tramp steamer. In that vicinity they saw some smaller wreckage, but nothing of importance.
"Cave Island is two miles east of here," said Captain Sanders.
"Any other islands around?" asked Dave.
"Nothing within fifteen or twenty miles."
"Then, if the crew and passengers took to the small boats, wouldn't they be likely to steer for Cave Island?"
"I think so,—that is, if the storm let 'em do so. It might be the wind would force 'em the other way. But I think it would be a wise move to sail for Cave Island and take a look around. The one trouble is, so I learned at Barbados, the island hasn't any sort of harbor. We'll have to lay-to outside and go ashore in a small boat."
"Perhaps it won't be necessary to go ashore," said Roger.
"Oh, it can be done easily enough."
The bow of the Golden Eagle was turned eastward. They ran slowly, all hands keeping their eyes open for more signs of the wreck.
Presently they came in sight of the reef outside of Cave Island. It formed a large horseshoe, and beyond was the island itself, long, low, and irregular, the shore fringed with tropical trees and bushes and the center rocky and barren.
"This ain't no easy place to land," said Billy Dill to Dave, as the sails were lowered and the ship was brought about. "If them critters from the wreck got here in their small boats in the dark they must have had a fierce time o' it!"
"I don't see a sign of a boat anywhere," said Dave, as he swept the reef and the shore with the glasses. "And not a sign of a human being either," he added, with a sinking heart.
"That's queer, too, lad, if they came here. Fust thing I'd think about, if I was wrecked, would be to put up a signal o' distress."
It was growing dark, yet Dave and his chums were anxious to go ashore, to see if they could discover anything concerning those who had been wrecked, so Captain Sanders ordered out the largest of the small boats.
"I'll go with you," he said. "And we can take Billy Dill and Smiley."
"We had better take some things along—in case we remain ashore all night," said Dave.
"To be sure. And we'll go armed, lad—no telling what may turn up."
"Any wild animals here?" questioned the senator's son.
"I don't know, but I don't think so—that is, not large ones. You'll find rabbits maybe, and any number of birds."
Soon the small boat was ready to go ashore. Billy Dill and the other sailor, Smiley, were at the oars, while Captain Sanders was in the stern, to steer and give directions.
"If it starts to blow better move off a bit," said the captain to the mate. "No use in taking chances around these reefs."
"I'll watch out," was the answer. "I know just what a blow down here means, and I'll keep her off."
"Do you think we'll have another storm?" asked Dave.
"Can't tell about that, lad. Sometimes a storm comes up pretty quick in these parts."
Soon the small boat was close to the breakers. The water boiled and foamed on every side, and it must be confessed that Roger was somewhat scared. Dave and Phil did not mind, although wishing it was over.
"To starboard, hard!" shouted the captain, when the first of the breakers was encountered. "Now ease off, lads! Lively now, and hard! Starboard again! Keep it up! There, straight ahead! Bend to it, bend I tell you! A little more to starboard—not too much! There, now we are out of it!" And in a moment more the small boat was out of the breakers and riding into a tiny cove, where there was a stretch of sand, dotted with palms. The two sailors were all but exhausted and glad enough to rest up and allow the boat to drift ashore.
"So this is Cave Island?" remarked Dave, as he hopped out on the sand, followed by his chums. "Well, it doesn't look much different from the other islands in this portion of the globe."
After everybody had alighted, the small boat was pulled up on the sand and tied to a palm tree.
"What's to do next?" asked the shipowner's son, as he looked inquiringly at Dave. "This is your expedition, Dave."
"How big around do you suppose this island is, Captain?" asked our hero.
"Four or five miles at least."
"Then we could walk completely around it in a couple of hours, that is, if we found it wasn't too rough in spots."
"You won't find it smooth like this all around, lad."
"Some of us might walk in one direction and some in the other," suggested Roger. "Then, if 
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either party discovered anything, it could signal to the other by firing a pistol or a gun." For both sorts of weapons had been brought along.
"Whatever you wish to do to-day must be done quickly," said Captain Sanders. "It will soon be night, and, as you know, darkness comes on quickly in this part of the world."
The matter was discussed for a few minutes, and then it was decided to leave the sailors in charge of the boat, while Captain Sanders and Phil walked up the shore and Dave and Roger traveled in the opposite direction.
For fully a quarter of a mile Dave and the senator's son found it an easy matter to push along, for the sandy shore was smooth and offered no barrier to their advance. But then they came to a series of rocks, jutting out into the ocean, and here progress was more difficult.
"We'll not get around this island to-night," remarked the senator's son, after climbing over a particularly sharp line of rocks. "This takes a fellow's wind."
"Look!" cried our hero, as he pointed to a spot between the rocks. "What do you make that out to be, Roger?"
"It's the wreck of a rowboat!" cried the other.
"Just what I thought. Let us go down and look it over."
With care, so as not to sprain an ankle, the two chums climbed down to the split in the rocks. By this time it was growing dark, and in the hollow they could not see clearly.
It was the remains of a rowboat which they had discovered. The small craft was split from end to end, so as to be utterly useless. Near it lay a broken oar and a broken-open box that had contained provisions of some sort.
"That boat is from the Emma Brower!" cried Dave, after an investigation. "And that proves that some of the people from the wrecked ship came to this island!"
"Yes, but are they alive, Dave, or were they drowned?" questioned Roger.
"That remains to be found out, Roger. I sincerely hope they are alive."