Peter Cotterell's Treasure

by Rupert Sargent Holland

  XVI--THE CAMPERS CALL AT BARMOUTH

  The _Argo_ was scudding along in a good breeze to Barmouth. Ben wascarving a small piece of wood into what he fancied was a resemblance toa mermaid. David, his hands clasped behind his head, lounged in acomfortable corner. Tuckerman was at the tiller, and Tom surveyed hispupil through approving eyes.

  "Professor, I think we're ready to give you your diploma," Tom said, ashe noticed the easy manner in which Tuckerman handled the sailboat."You're an able seaman. I'll give you an honor mark as a navigator."

  "And I'll pass you as a first-rate cook," said David, turning andnodding his head. "You fried those eggs this morning just as well as Icould have, and praise can't be higher than that."

  "You coax the fish right out of the sea," said Ben, looking up from hiscarving. "There was a time when I didn't believe you'd ever learn tobait a hook so the fish couldn't nibble it off; but you can do it now.I'll graduate you as a competent fisherman."

  "And my swimming?" asked Tuckerman, his eye on the water curling overthe bow.

  "Well, as to that," said David, "you're not exactly a merman, but youcan paddle along at a decent pace. Yes, we'll call you a swimmer. Ishould say you were a pretty good all-around fellow now, Professor."

  Tuckerman looked pleased. Praise from these three boys was verysatisfying. And he knew that what they said was not mere idle banter. Hehad learned a great deal since he had been camping with them.

  "Thanks," he said. "To be able to sail a boat, to cook, to fish, toswim--why, that's more than I ever expected to learn when I came herefrom the west. I tell you what! It was a great thing for me when Idecided to take a look at my Uncle Christopher's island."

  "And what are you going to do with it now that you've seen it?" askedTom.

  "I don't know. I've got to go back to my home. I don't suppose anyonewould want to live way out in the harbor nowadays. There's not enough todo there. But I hate to take all those fine old furnishings out of thehouse. They belong there, and they don't belong anywhere else."

  "There's an old house out on the Boston road," said Ben, "that the ownerkeeps up as a sort of a museum. He has all the old furniture that wasused in colonial days. There's a great deal of travel on that road insummer, and he charges a quarter for every person that goes over thehouse. There's a care-taker, of course. I think she serves tea for aquarter extra."

  "That's an idea," said Tuckerman. "Only my house isn't on a main road.It's a rather hard place to reach."

  "All the better," put in Tom. "People like excursions. We could put upsigns in Barmouth and all along the road. 'Be sure to take the boat tofamous Cotterell Hall on Cotterell's Island and hunt for the treasure!'That would get them all right. You could charge as much as you like."

  "And Tom could run a ferry, and Ben be the care-taker and serveginger-ale at a dollar a glass," suggested David.

  "And you could cork your face and be the famous mahogany man from theBarbadoes," retorted Ben. "He's a wonder in a minstrel show, Professor."

  "It sounds good," Tuckerman agreed. "It's certainly up-to-date. Butsomehow I don't feel that it's quite dignified enough for CotterellHall."

  "You can make it dignified enough," said Tom, "by charging enormousprices."

  Tuckerman laughed. "You're right. You fellows are Yankees sure enough.You make me feel like a greenhorn."

  "And think of the business it would bring to Barmouth," said Ben,putting the attempt at a mermaid into his pocket and sitting upstraight. "People who went to the island would probably have to spendthe night at the hotel. Why, you ought to be able to make a deal withthe proprietor to share his profits."

  "Ben's started now," exclaimed David. "Stop him somebody quick, or he'llbe spending the money we're making from the concern."

  "I think it's a great idea," Ben proceeded, as usual paying no attentionto David's jibe. "It'll put Barmouth on the map. 'Cotterell Hall, themost famous treasure house on the Atlantic Coast!'"

  "I wish you wouldn't use that word 'treasure,'" Tom protested. "It has ahoodoo sound."

  "And speaking of putting things on the map," said Tuckerman, "here's thewharf ahead. Don't get me all excited while I bring her up to the dock."

  The _Argo_ made a perfect landing. "Good enough," said Tom. "Thatcouldn't have been done better. Professor, you're a dandy."

  They went up the main street and turned off to the elm-shaded lane wherethe Halletts lived. They were going to call on Milly Hallett.

  Milly was at home. She was, in fact, enjoying an afternoon nap in theNantucket hammock on the side porch when Tom spied her from the lane.

  The sound of footsteps woke her, and seeing who was coming in at thegate she swung her feet down from the hammock, smoothed her rumpledskirt, and patted her fluffy hair. And because she still felt a triflepiqued that Tom was having all the fun of camping on Cotterell's Island,she decided on the spur of the moment to be a little standoffish withthe callers.

  "Hello, Milly," said her brother, in the offhand way brothers have, "wethought we'd come over to see how you were getting along."

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Tuckerman," said Milly, standing up and giving thatgentleman the tips of her fingers. "I hope the boys are looking afteryou all right on your island."

  "I can't complain," smiled Tuckerman. "We do as well as we can, withoutany ladies to help us."

  "Won't you sit down?" Milly invited politely.

  Tuckerman took a chair, and the three boys, impressed in spite ofthemselves by Milly's society manner, perched on the rail of the porch.

  "We were wondering," said Tuckerman, "whether we could induce you tocome out to supper on the island. We hoped the simplicity of the mealwould be atoned for by the beauty of the scenery. I can promise you afine sunset."

  "Thank you for the invitation." Milly swung gently back and forth. "Letme see--what did I have on hand for this evening?"

  "Oh, chuck it, Milly!" said Tom. "Of course you want to come along."

  "I remember now," said Milly suavely. "I have a date with my friendSarah Hooper. There's a new movie in town."

  "Well, of course," said Tuckerman in a regretful tone, "we can't competewith a new moving-picture show."

  Milly smiled. "The boys are still giving you plenty of good food, arethey? And keeping you amused?"

  David moved impatiently on his perch. "The Professor never got betterfood anywhere. He says so himself."

  "I thought perhaps the menu might get a little tiresome," Millysuggested sweetly. "Boys are so apt to stick to one or two of the samethings when they have to cook for themselves."

  "We don't," grunted David.

  "She knows we don't," said Tom. "I say, Milly, what's your game?"

  "Game?" Milly wrinkled her pretty nose. "I don't know what you mean!"She glanced again at Tuckerman. "Boys are funny creatures, aren't they?"

  The boys came down from the rail with one accord. Indignant replies wereon the tongues of each; but Milly pointed beyond them at the lane. "Herecomes Sarah Hooper now," she said. "It's just possible I can get her tochange our date."

  Up the path came the black-eyed girl, a yellow sweater on her arm."Hello, everybody!" she sang out, as she reached the porch. "What is it?An experience meeting?"

  "They want me to go to supper with them on Mr. Tuckerman's island," saidMilly. "I told them I had a date with you."

  "Perhaps Miss Sarah Hooper will join the party," Tuckerman addedpromptly. "We'd like her to."

  "Fine!" exclaimed Sarah. "I don't know why I shouldn't."

  "Milly said," put in Tom, "that you and she were going to a new movie."

  A glance passed from Sarah to Milly, and Sarah nodded her head. "That'sso," she agreed. "I do remember we were."

  "However," said Milly, "if Sally would really like to accept yourinvitation, we can go to the movies some other time."

  There was a pause, for Sarah was not sure what her friend wanted her tosay; and then Ben broke the silence by pounding the porch-rail with hisfist. "By jiminy, girls ar
e funny creatures, aren't they? They're crazyto come, but they don't want to admit it."

  "Oh!" began Milly. But Tuckerman interposed.

  "The funnier people are, the pleasanter it is to be with them. We doneed the company of ladies on our island. We've only been seeing eachother, and sandpipers and gulls. It would be doing us a great favor ifthese two ladies would come and freshen us up."

  "Well," said Sarah, charmed by this gallant speech, "I'd be glad tocome. It'll be a perfect evening."

  Milly got up from the hammock. "I'll contribute a box of fudge."

  "That's all that's needed to make it complete," said Tuckerman.

  The girls went indoors, Milly to tell her mother about the party, andSarah to telephone to her house.

  "Now," said Tuckerman, on the porch, "we've got to give them as good atime as they'd have had at the movies."

  "Milly wanted to come all along," said Tom. "Why didn't she say so?"

  "I think," answered Ben, "that she wanted to show us that she was havingjust as good a time here at home as we were having in camp; and she knewshe wasn't."

  Tuckerman smiled and nodded. "Ben's hit it on the head. And that's allthe more reason why we should see that they enjoy themselves thisevening."

  They all agreed to that line of reasoning, and the first result of itwas that they suggested to Milly that she should sail the _Argo_ back tothe island. She was very much pleased, and Milly, on her mettle, handledthe craft as skillfully as Tom could have done himself.

  They landed, and Sarah said that she would like to see the island, sinceall she had seen of it on her first visit had been Cotterell Hall andthe shore about the camp. So the boys and Tuckerman took their guests ona regular tour, through the woods, where the russet-green pine-needlesmade a clean and fragrant carpet, dappled with patches of sunlight;along the little beaches, curves of yellow sand, where sandpipers playedand strutted, or flew in silver bands; up on the ramparts of cliffs,against which the waves rolled in and slipped and slid in white cascadesover the low-lying ledges, and so to the southern point, where theywatched the sun setting in all its glory, tinting the sky and the sea inwonderful combinations of shifting colors.

  Then they went to the camp, where David made a marvelous fish chowder ofcunners and cod that Ben had caught that morning. And for dessert theyhad apple fritters and Milly's home-made fudge.

  When it was time to take their guests back to Barmouth, Tom suggestedthat they sail around the island. As they cruised up the ocean side theysaw a sail to the east. And after watching the distant boat intently forsome minutes David exclaimed, "I think that's the fishing-smack thattook me from the cove to Gosport!"

  Tom shifted the tiller, and the _Argo_ took a course toward the largerboat. As they sailed, David, in answer to Milly's questions, told of hisadventure with the crew of the smack.

  To the northeast lay a small island, and the larger boat sailed aroundits southern point. The _Argo_ kept up its chase, and presently came onthe fishing-smack at anchor off a half-moon beach.

  The big boat stood silhouetted against the violet sky of the summernight. It was too dark to distinguish figures on her deck. Apparentlyshe had come to anchor there for the night.

  "How about it, Dave?" asked Ben. "Is that the craft that kidnapped you?"

  "Looks like her picture," was the answer.

  "Want to hail your good friend Sam?" inquired Tom.

  "No, I don't," said David. "He might throw something out here that thegirls wouldn't like."

  "Oh, don't mind us," exclaimed Milly and Sarah in chorus.

  "I don't know what the smack--if it is Dave's boat--is doing aroundhere," said Tuckerman. "There can't be much to steal from that island."

  For a time the _Argo_ bobbed about, but there came no hail from theboat, no light appeared, she might have been a ship without a crew.

  "Let sleeping hornets lie," Tuckerman advised. And at the suggestion Tomsheered away. The _Argo_ sailed up the shore of the island and pointedher bow toward the twinkling lights of the town.

  They were all enjoying the breeze, the star-sprinkled sky, the softswish of the water against the side of the boat when Ben, from a brownstudy, spoke. "If the men on that smack are the thieves who broke intoMr. Fitzhugh's house, might they be hunting around here for theCotterell treasure?"

  "Well, I wish them luck at finding it," said David.

  "Thieves who broke into Mr. Fitzhugh's house!" cried Milly. "Oh, do tellus about that!"

  Then the whole story came out, and when she had heard it all Milly saidpositively, "I think Ben's right. They're planning to steal somethingfrom your island."

  "Hope they don't take our cooking outfit," said Tom.

  "Or any of my fine old colonial furniture," added Tuckerman.

  "Oh, no," scoffed David. "It's the treasure they're after."

  "Don't you want to take our watch-dog back with you?" said Sarah. "He'sfine at biting tramps."

  There was a laugh from the crowd. And they were still talking of ways ofprotecting the island from prowlers when the sailboat ran up to thewharf.

  The campers escorted the girls to their homes and then went back to theharbor.

  On the waterfront they encountered a man--he had been a sea-captain inhis day--smoking a pipe and regarding the lights of the harbor. He knewthe boys. "Hello, Tom," he said, "I hear you're out on the island,hunting for Sir Peter's treasure."

  "Well, we're camping on the island," Tom admitted.

  "Haven't found the treasure yet, have you?" The mariner chuckled."There's treasure hid all along the coast, if you believe the stories. Iwas brought up on yarns about treasures, Captain Kidd's and others. AndI've hunted for 'em, too. But I never laid my hands on none. Howsomever,I always thought there might be something to the story about Sir Peter.But it's one thing to think there's a treasure, and another to lay handson it."

  "Where would you look?" asked Ben.

  The mariner reflected. "Well, if I was hiding a treasure I'd put itwhere I could get it if I wanted it in a hurry. Seems to me I'd pick outa place in the chimney-breast. I've heard of folks hiding things inplaces like that."

  "Seems to me we've got to pull the house down," said David. "And thenlike as not we wouldn't find it."

  "Might be so," the mariner agreed. "It don't pay to take too muchtrouble hunting for things like that. But some people just have to."

  The four embarked in the _Argo_. "Ben's one of the people that just haveto," said David. "I guess he'll pull the house down."

  "I hadn't thought of the chimney-breast," said Ben. "We'd better lookthere to-morrow."

  "Go to it, Tige," laughed David. "We'll get out the pick-ax andcrow-bar."