Dave Porter on Cave Island Part 41

"And what did you do with your share?"

"I'll-er-I'll tell you when we get out of this hole."

"You'll tell me right now, Merwell!" And again Dave caught the culprit by the arm.

"I-I put my share of the jewels in my money-belt," he faltered.

"Have you it on now?"

"Yes. But Nick has the best of the jewels-I got only the little ones,"

went on Link Merwell, half-angrily. It was easy to surmise that he and Jasniff had not gotten along well together.

"How is it Jasniff got the best of them?"

"He had the jewel-case when we were about to leave the bark during the storm. Everybody was excited, and he said we couldn't carry the case-that it wouldn't be safe, for we might drop it and all of the jewels would be lost. He said we had better divide them and put them in our belts. We had bought belts for that purpose in Jacksonville. So we took the jewels out of the case and threw the box away. I thought I had my share, but after we got to this island, and I had a chance to look, I saw he had the lion's share, about three-quarters, in fact, and all the big ones."

"And he has them now?"

"Yes,-that is, he did have them just before we saw you."

"Did you sell or p.a.w.n any of the jewels?"

"Only a few small ones. We were afraid to offer the big ones, so soon after the-well, you know," and Link Merwell stopped short, looking everything but happy.

"You mean so soon after the robbery," said Dave, bluntly.

"Yes."

"Link, whatever-but never mind that now," continued our hero, hastily.

"Hand over the money-belt."

"What, now?"

"Yes, at once. I'll not trust you to carry those jewels a minute longer."

"Can't you wait till we get out of this wretched hole?"

"I might, but I am not going to. Hand it over and be careful that none of the jewels are lost. Your father may have to pay for the others."

With fingers that trembled from fear and chilliness, Link Merwell slipped his hands under the light clothing he wore and took off the money-belt that encircled his waist.

"There is some money there that belongs to me," he began, hesitatingly.

"You'll get back what is yours, never fear," answered Dave, and took the belt. He saw to it that it was tightly closed, then fastened it around his own waist.

"Remember, Nick has the best of the jewels," went on Merwell, rather spitefully.

"I am not likely to forget it," answered Dave, grimly. "Now, the sooner we get out of this hole the better."

Merwell was just as anxious to see daylight, even if he was to be held a prisoner, and together the boys hunted around for some exit from the underground watercourse. But the only way out seemed to be far overhead, and to climb up the smooth, sloping rocks proved impossible.

"Oh, what shall we do?" groaned Merwell, after they had attempted to climb up and had failed. "We are caught like rats in a trap!"

"Perhaps we'll have to swim for it," answered Dave. "This water is very salt, which proves it comes from the ocean. Moreover, it is gradually going down, showing it is affected by the tide. Let us follow the stream for a short distance and see where it leads to."

Merwell demurred, but he did not want to remain behind alone in the semi-darkness, so he followed Dave, and both waded and swam a distance of several hundred feet. Here the underground river made a turn around the rocks, and both boys were delighted to see a streak of sunlight resting on the water.

"An opening of some sort!" cried our hero. "Come on!" And he swam on boldly and Merwell followed as quickly as he could.

Soon the pair reached a break in the cave. On either side were walls of rocks, uneven and covered with scanty bushes and immense trailing vines. The opening was about a hundred feet in length, and beyond it the stream of salty water plunged into another cavern, undoubtedly on its way to the ocean.

"Well, we are out of the cave in one way but not in another," observed Dave, as he stood on the dry rocks and gazed about. "It's going to be a stiff climb to get out of here."

"Ca-can't you wait till I-I get my breath," panted Merwell.

"Yes, for I want to get my own breath back. Perhaps we'll have to go through that next cave to get out," he continued, after a pause.

"Oh, I hope not! I hate it underground!" And Merwell s.h.i.+vered.

"Besides, it's cold," he went on, to cover up the tremor in his voice.

"Yes, it is cold," returned Dave, shortly.

He sat down to rest, and Merwell followed suit. On all sides were the rocky walls and trailing vines, while at their feet ran the silent, mysterious stream of salty water.

Dave looked at the walls and the stream, and then looked at Merwell.

The face of the other youth was a study. He was downcast to the last degree.

"Link, what made you do it?" he asked, in a voice that was not unkindly.

"I didn't do it-that is, it wasn't my plan!" burst out the culprit, pa.s.sionately. "Oh, I know they'll hold me for it, just the same as they'll hold Nick, if they catch him! But I'll tell you honestly, Dave, it wasn't any of my planning. I'm bad, and I know it, but I am not as bad as that. It was Nick who got the whole thing up. You know how mad he has been at you ever since he had to leave Oak Hall. Well, it was his plan to make you a prisoner first and then make it look as if you had robbed the jewelry works. You ask Doctor Montgomery if that isn't so. Well, the first part of the plan fell through, for you got away. Then he got me to go to Crumville, and found out where we could get the dynamite. I got scared then and wanted to back out, but he said if I did he'd throw all the blame on me, and so I stuck to him. I wish I hadn't done it," concluded Merwell, bitterly.

"Did you go direct to Jacksonville after the robbery?"

"No, we went to Was.h.i.+ngton first and there we p.a.w.ned one diamond for sixty dollars. Then we went to Jacksonville. There we met Luke Watson, and both of us got scared to death. We had paid for our pa.s.sage on the _Emma Brower_, and we kept out of sight till the bark sailed. After the storm we landed here with those four sailors, and were waiting to sight some pa.s.sing s.h.i.+p when you and your crowd turned up."

"What were you going to do at Barbados?"

"Keep quiet until this affair blew over and then take some English vessel for England. There, Jasniff said, he could get a certain p.a.w.nbroker to take the jewels and give us a good price for them.

You'll remember, he was in England some time."

"Yes, I met him there. But, Link, didn't you realize what a crime you were committing?" went on Dave, earnestly.

"I did-after it was too late. Many a time I wanted to back out, but Nick wouldn't let me. We had a quarrel in Was.h.i.+ngton, and another in Jacksonville, and on the s.h.i.+p I came close to exposing him to the captain. I think I should have done it, only the hurricane came up, and then we had to hustle to save our lives."

A silence followed, for each of the boys was busy with his thoughts.

Dave felt sorry for his former schoolmate, but he knew Merwell thoroughly, and knew that the fellow was more sorry because he was caught than because he had committed a great wrong. He belonged to the cla.s.s of persons who are willing to repent when it is too late.

The day was drawing to a close, and already the sunlight had disappeared beyond the high rocks. With a deep sigh Dave arose to his feet and stretched himself, and Merwell followed suit.