Mystery Of Crocodile Island Part 6

George defended herself. "You brought it up, not the rest of us."

Danny and Nancy were laughing. "George," the boy said, "you ought to write horror stories. You'd make a lot of money."

"No thanks," she replied. "I'll stick to real mysteries, like the secret of Crocodile Island."

When Danny saw the outline of the key, he shut down the engine and turned off his lights again. The young people settled down to wait for The Whisper The Whisper to arrive, pa.s.sing the time by telling Danny about various adventures they had had in the past. However, hours dragged by and nothing happened. Finally Danny suggested that they go home. to arrive, pa.s.sing the time by telling Danny about various adventures they had had in the past. However, hours dragged by and nothing happened. Finally Danny suggested that they go home.

"My parents will be worried if we don't show up soon," he said. "And I really don't think The Whisper The Whisper is coming back here tonight." is coming back here tonight."

Everyone agreed, and Bess suggested that they report the incident to the police the following morning, Nancy reminded her that the authorities would not investigate without proof of their accusation.

"Right now we don't know if a crime has been committed. We're just a.s.suming that something illegal is going on and we're angry at the skipper of The Whisper The Whisper, because he chased us away from Crocodile Island. But that's not enough for the police."

When the young people reached home, the Cosgroves were relieved. "We were worried about you," Danny's mother said. "What happened?"

The girls reported the strange events, then Mrs. Cosgrove said, "A man called here, asking for Anne Boonton. I didn't know whether it was Mr. Gonzales or not, so I told him he had the wrong number."

"Good idea," Nancy said. "How did he react?"

"He just hung up and didn't call again."

For nearly an hour, Nancy, her friends, and the Cosgroves discussed what might have been in the box and where The Whisper The Whisper had taken it. had taken it.

Finally Mrs. Cosgrove said, "If the people on Crocodile Island were s.h.i.+pping something out illegally, the box would have been hauled up to the freighter, not the other way around. It appears as if Gimler and Sacco were receiving something illegal. But then, why didn't The Whisper The Whisper take it back to the island?" take it back to the island?"

"That's a good question," Nancy said and gave a frustrated sigh. "Anyway, I'd like to go back in the morning. Perhaps we can pick up a due to the puzzle."

Danny offered to accompany her, but said they would have to wait until noon for the right tide.

Mrs. Cosgrove spoke up. "In the meantime, why don't you girls visit Mrs. Easton again? I spoke to her tonight and she invited you-said you can come any time tomorrow. Their Indian animal trainer will be there all day and will be glad to show you his tricks. He's a Seminole from the Miccosukee tribe and his name is Joe Hanze."

"That sounds great," Bess said. "I'd much rather go there than to Crocodile Island!"

The others laughed and the following morning Danny and the, girls borrowed Mrs. Cosgrove's car and set out for the zoo.

When they arrived, Nancy rang the front doorbell. Mrs. Easton greeted them and talked for a while, then she said, "I'm sure you'll enjoy watching Joe with the animals. He's very entertaining and well informed. Just drive around to the back of the house. You'll see his cottage. Tell him I sent you."

The girls thanked the friendly woman and went to the Indian's place. Joe Hanze was a pleasant man who spoke English fluently. His bronzed face was handsome and his body muscular and lithe. Nancy guessed that he was about fifty years old.

Joe said he would be happy to show off his tricks. On the way to the turtle pen, he asked the girls if they knew anything about the background of the Seminoles.

"No," Nancy told him. "I'd love to hear some of their history."

Joe said that the original Seminoles had come from Canada. The reason why they trekked south was not known.

"Maybe it was the weather," he surmised. "In any case, some of them got as far as Florida and intermarried with other Indians who were already here. My great-grandfather came from Canada, He was a fine hunter and earned a good living on the way by trapping wild animals and selling their hides."

"Where do your people live?" Bess asked.

"Up in the Everglades. Life there is rather primitive, so I decided to come here when I was a young man and get some education. I liked it so much that I stayed. Whenever I want to see my folks, I just get in a car and drive to the Everglades."

The group had reached the wire enclosure where the giant turtle lived, and Joe went inside. The reptile poked its head out of the sh.e.l.l and looked at him.

The Indian pulled a little musical pipe from his pocket and played a tune. To the girls' surprise, the turtle began to dance. When Joe stopped the music, the amusing creature went up and down on its forefeet as if bowing.

"Wonderful!" Bess exclaimed.

The girls clapped and laughed, and Joe said he would have the flamingo put on an act next. When he spoke to the beautiful pink-legged bird, it went over to him and touched the Indian's lips.

"Thank you for my morning kiss," Joe said. "Now suppose you do your war dance."

The flamingo flapped its wings up and down furiously while running around the lawn. At one point the bird soared off and the girls were worried that it might not return. In a few moments it came back and strode about in a circle. Every few feet the bird jumped high into the air and landed neatly a few yards away. When the flamingo became tired of showing off, it walked back to Joe.

"That's great!" George exclaimed. "You must have a lot of patience to train these creatures."

The Indian said he loved animals and did not find it hard to work with any of them. "Now let's go over and call on Lord and Lady Charming," he added.

On the way Joe stopped at a large toolshed. He opened the door and the girls noticed a refrigerator inside. Joe took out a large chunk of meat that he wrapped in paper. He rejoined the girls and said to Nancy, "I want you to feed this to Lord Charming when I tell you."

"Is this breakfast or lunch?" George asked, grinning.

Joe smiled. "It's just a snack. Watch how fast it disappears!"

When they arrived at the concrete wall that surrounded the crocodile pen, he picked up a pole from the edge, then jumped over the fence and walked up to the reptile who was resting on the sand.

"Lady Charming," he said, "you'd better flip over and not give us any trouble."

He prodded her with the spiked pole until he was able to flip her over. Now she would take a few minutes to get back on her feet.

Lord Charming was lying in the water at one end of the pen, under the shade of the mangrove trees that hid the wall of the pen at this point. As Joe approached him, he said to the girls, "Notice his eyeteeth and see how they protrude below the gums? That's one way you can tell the difference between an alligator and a crocodile. The alligator's teeth are more even and do not show below the jaw when it's tightly closed."

He went on to say that Nancy was to throw the meat after he got the crocodile to open his jaws. She figured that from the angle where she stood, her aim would be poor, so she vaulted the fence and stood at the edge of the water.

Joe looked worried. "I wanted you to throw it over the fence!" he said. "But maybe Lord Charming will behave if you don't make a fuss."

He tossed a little stone, which hit the crocodile lightly on the snout. At once his jaws opened. Instantly Nancy threw the chunk of beef. Her aim was perfect and the meat disappeared within a second.

Nancy was so fascinated as she watched the reptile that she failed to retreat. Suddenly the crocodile moved its great tail. In a moment it would hit Nancy hard and injure her!

"Look out!" George shouted.

CHAPTER IX.

Hurricane Legend.

WITH a leap Nancy cleared the top of the concrete wall surrounding the crocodile pen. She avoided the swis.h.i.+ng tail by inches!

Joe shouted at the reptile in the Seminole language and prodded him with his heavy wooden pole. Finally the creature became quiet and the Indian hurried out of the pen.

Nancy jumped to the ground, still trembling slightly. She looked over the wall and said, "Lord Charming, your manners are pretty bad. That was no way to thank me for the meat."

Joe grinned. "Crocodiles aren't house pets, you know. I'm glad nothing happened."

Bess spoke up. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Nancy. I'm sure I would have been too terrified to jump over that wall."

George chuckled. "I'll bet you would have. But then, I doubt that you'd have gone into the pit in the first place."

Joe stood shaking his head. "You're some girl," he said to Nancy.

She smiled, then changed the subject. "Just before I threw that chunk of meat, I saw a man peering at me from among the trees. He didn't look one bit friendly."

"That's strange," Joe said. "The only other person who works here is Eric, and he's not around this morning."

"It wasn't Eric," Nancy said, "We met him the Other day."

"What did this guy look like?" George asked.

"He had long black hair, small eyes, and looked like an Indian," Nancy whispered, not wis.h.i.+ng to hurt Joe's feelings.

"I'll search for him," Danny offered and ran in the direction Nancy had indicated.

Joe joined in the hunt, but both of them returned a little while later without having seen the stranger.

"I noticed footprints along the sh.o.r.e," Danny reported. "They led toward the water. Whoever the man was, he wore a small-sized shoe with a rippled sole. When I reached the spot where the prints stopped, I saw a man in a small motorboat too far away to recognize. If he was the fellow who was watching us, Nancy, he's gone."

Joe promised to look out for the stranger in case he should return, then the young people thanked him for the tour of the zoo and went home. After a quick lunch, they set out in the skiff for Crocodile Island.

"Do you think that man was spying on us this morning?" Bess asked while they were gliding along in the water.

"Maybe he was a sneak thief who was trying to make off with something from the estate," Danny suggested. "When he saw us, he ran."

"It's possible," Nancy agreed. "But it's more likely that Bess is right. He could have followed us from your house to see what we were doing."

George looked behind them. "No one is following us now. Let's stop worrying about him."

The young people once again pa.s.sed the stilts with cottages built on top of them, and it occurred to Nancy that they might pick up a clue to Crocodile Island from one of the inhabitants.

"After all, they live close to the place," she said. "Danny, do you think we might stop and call on the owners?

"Why not?" he replied, and paused at each, cottage. He received no answer to his "h.e.l.lo? Anybody home?" Finally he laughed. "There aren't any boats tied up at the posts. Obviously no one is here."

As they pa.s.sed a group of posts with nothing on them, Bess s.h.i.+vered "Every time I think about a cottage being blown away in a hurricane, I worry about whether people were in it or not."

"I never heard of any," Danny said. "But did you know that crocodiles were blown here by hurricanes?"

The girls laughed and George said, "Don't kid us!"

"I'm not kidding," Danny replied. "The story comes from the Indians. They say that when the Seminoles arrived here many, many years ago, there were plenty of alligators, but no crocodiles. Then, after a terrific hurricane, crocodiles were seen along the sh.o.r.e of Key Biscayne."

Nancy, curious, asked, "Where did the crocodiles come from?

"Supposedly from Cuba," Danny answered. "But they might even have traveled all the way from Africa."

"Oh, yes?" George said. "If I see that in a science book I'll believe it, but not from hearsay."

"Well, they got here somehow," Danny defended himself. "And certainly no one brought them. You figure it out."

He sent his boat past the houses on stilts. The Pirate Pirate had not gone far when he pointed out an uninhabited key. "That's a good picnic spot," he said. "Friends of mine and I sometimes come here." had not gone far when he pointed out an uninhabited key. "That's a good picnic spot," he said. "Friends of mine and I sometimes come here."

George asked if he could go closer. "I see a green bottle floating toward sh.o.r.e. Let's pick it up!"

Bess saw a good chance to tease her cousin. She rarely got the opportunity. "Are you collecting old bottles?" she asked. "From here that doesn't look very valuable."

"Possibly not," George retorted, "but it's corked. Maybe there's something valuable inside."

When Danny reached the spot, George got down from her chair, leaned over the gunwale, and grabbed the bottle out of the water. It was dark green and had no markings. She tried to uncork it, but at first the stopper would not budge.

"I guess we'll have to take the bottle home and work on it with a corkscrew," Bess said.

"Maybe not," George replied. She wiggled the cork from left to right, being careful not to break it. The cork loosened little by little. With one final yank, George pulled it out She turned the bottle upside down. Nothing fell out. Then she held it up to her nose.

"What does it smell like?" Bess asked. "Perfume?"

"Nothing," George said, disappointed.

"You might as well throw it back into the water," Danny advised.

"I guess you're right," George said. "The whole thing was-wait a minute!" She had given the bottle a hard shake and looked into it. "I see something inside!" she said, excited. "It might be a note!"

Everyone watched breathlessly as George held the bottle upside down and continued to shake it. Finally a rolled paper appeared in the long, thin neck. She reached in with one finger and gently eased the piece out.

"What is it?" Nancy asked.

George carefully unrolled the yellowed, crinkled paper. "It's a message!" she cried out. "Dated twenty years ago!"

"What does it say?" Danny asked impatiently.

"Captain Wayne," George read, George read, "USS Venerable sank in hurricane off Argentina. Twelve took to life boat. G.o.d's blessings." "USS Venerable sank in hurricane off Argentina. Twelve took to life boat. G.o.d's blessings."

There was complete silence for several seconds, then Nancy asked to see the paper.

"I believe it's authentic," she said after examining it carefully. "The paper is well preserved and the cork was in tight. And down in the corner is a date. This was written twenty years ago!"