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Daring Adventures in South America by ROY ROCKWOOD

Author of "The Rival Ocean Divers," "The Cruise of the
Treasure Ship," "A Schoolboy's Pluck," etc.



Made in U.S.A.

Copyright, 1907, by


I. A Chance for a Position
II. The Test of Strength
III. A Long Trip Proposed
IV. Just in Time
V. On the Island of Robinson Crusoe
VI. A Terrible Mistake
VII. A Plea of the Enemy
VIII. The Lonely Pimento
IX. Jack Becomes an Engineer
X. A Narrow Escape
XI. Under the Head of a Jaguar
XII. Put to the Test
XIII. Precious Moments
XIV. The Attack on the Train
XV. The Treasure Island
XVI. At the Boiling Lake
XVII. In the Nitrate Fields
XVIII. An Alarm of Fire
XIX. Chilians on Both Sides
XX. Preparations for Departure
XXI. A Panic on Shipboard
XXII. The Fate of Plum Plucky
XXIII. Jenny
XXIV. Jack and the Ocelot
XXV. In the Quicksands
XXVI. A Night in the Jungle
XXVII. Jack and the Big Snake
XXVIII. Back from the Dead
XXIX. The Treasure of the Boiling Lake
XXX. A Ride for Life--Conclusion

Jack North's Treasure Hunt

Chapter I

A Chance for a Position

"Where are you going, Jack?"

"To the shops of John Fowler & Company."

"To look for a job?"


"Then you are in luck, for I heard this morning that they want another
striker in the lower shop at once."

"Then I'll strike for the opening at once, and my name is not Jack
North if I don't land it."

"It will be John Slowshanks when you do get it, mind me!" cried out
another voice, from an alley-way near at hand, and before Jack North or
his companion could recover from their surprise the speaker, a tall,
awkward youth of twenty, sped up the street at the top of his speed.

The scene was in Bauton, a large manufacturing city of New England. The
first speaker was a workman at the shops that had been mentioned, but
beyond the fact that he placed the youth before him in the way of getting
work, he needs no special introduction.

The other person was a lad of eighteen, with brown, curly hair, blue eyes,
and a round, robust figure. His name was John North, and he was the son of
a couple in humble circumstances.

"Take care!" cried the man, "that sneak will get in ahead of you, and then
a snap of your little finger for your chance of getting the job at

Jack North did not stop to hear his friend through. He was very much in
need of a situation, and he knew the young man who had rushed in ahead of
him as a bitter enemy. That fact, coupled with his desire to get work,
caused him to dash up the street as fast as he could run.

Naturally the appearance of the two running at such a headlong pace
aroused the attention of the passers-by, all of whom stopped to see what
it meant. Others rushed out of their houses, offices or workshops to
ascertain the meaning of the race, until the street was lined with
excited, anxious men, women and children.

"Is it fire?" asked an old, gray-headed man, and another, catching only
the sound of the last word, repeated it and thus a wild alarm was quickly

Meanwhile Jack North had found that he could not overtake his rival. He
was not a fleet runner, while the other had gotten a start of him, which
he could not hope to make up.

But he was too fertile in his resources to despair. In fact he was never
known to give up a contest which he had once fairly entered. This
persistence in whatever he undertook was the secret of Jack North's
wonderful success amid environments which must have discouraged less
courageous hearts.

Still it looked to his enemy, as the latter glanced back to see him
leisurely turn into a side street leading away from their destination,
that he had nothing further to fear from him.

"Thought you would be glad to give in," cried out the delighted seeker of
the situation at the engine shops, and believing that he had nothing
further to fear, the awkward youth slackened his gait to a walk.

Though Jack turned into the alley at a moderate pace, as soon as he had
gone a short distance, he started again into a smart run.

"I shall have farther to go," he thought, "but Fret Offut will think I
have given up, and thus he will let me get in ahead of him."

This seemed the truth, when, at last, Jack came in sight of the low-walled
and scattering buildings belonging to John Fowler & Co., engine builders.

Fret Offut was nowhere in sight, as Jack entered the dark, dingy office at
the lower end of the buildings.

A small sized man, with mutton chop side whiskers, engaged in overhauling
a pile of musty papers, looked up at the entrance of our hero.

"Want a job as striker, eh?" he asked, as Jack stated his errand. "I
believe Henshaw does want another man. I will call him. What is your

"Alfret Offut, sir. It's me that wants the job, and it's me it belongs

It was Jack North's enemy who spoke, as he paused on the threshold panting
for breath, while glaring at our hero with a baleful look.

"How come you here?" he demanded of Jack, a second later.

"My feet brought me here, and with less slowness than yours, judging by
your appearance," replied young North.

With the arrival of the second person on the scene, the clerk had turned
away to find Henshaw, and while he was gone the rival youths stood glaring
upon each other.

After a short time a big, red-faced, soot-be-grimed man appeared, saying
as he reached them:

"If Offut will come this way I will talk with him."

"Henshaw," said the clerk simply, returning to his work, leaving the
newcomer to attend to the visitors as he thought best.

"Ha--ha!" laughed young Offut, softly, as he followed the foreman, "where
are you now, Jack North?"

Though Jack gave slight token of his feelings, he was more vexed at this
usurpation of his rights than he cared to show. He lost no time in
starting after the others in the direction of the shop. "I'm going on
twenty-one," Offut said, as they stopped at the door, "and there ain't a
chap as can outlift me."

"Beg your pardon, Mr. Henshaw," said Jack, brushing up, "but it's I who am
after the job and to whom it belongs. Mr. Jacobs--"

"Is your name Alfret Offut?" interrupted the other youth sharply in the
midst of Jack's speech. "I reckon Henshaw knows who he is talking to." "It
was me Mr. Jacobs recommended the place to, and you are trying to steal it
from me," cried Jack. "You are telling a likely story, Jack North, and if
you say another word I'll hit you. Henshaw called for me, and it's me he's
going to give work."

Mr. Henshaw, who for the first time seemed to realize the situation,
looked surprised, as he gazed from one to the other.

Disliking to raise a fuss Jack remained silent at first, but he felt bound
to say:

"I was first at the office, and I claim--" "You'd claim the earth, as far
as that is concerned, you miserable chick of nobody!" broke in Offut.

The last was more than Jack could stand, and stepping quickly forward, he
cried: "Stop, Fret Offut! you have said enough. I don't want any quarrel
with you, but I am as good as you."

"Are yer?" demanded the fiery Offut, whose greatest delight seemed to be
in provoking a quarrel. "I can lick you out of your boots, and I will do
it before I will let you get in here." By this time Mr. Henshaw, a rather
rough man, as slow as he was of comprehension, was interested in the
dispute, and not averse to encouraging sport of the kind, he said:

"That's it, boys; fight it out. I'll hire the lad that downs the other."

"Then the job is as good as mine!" cried Fret Offut, rushing at Jack with
great bluster and no regard to fairness.

Chapter II

The Test of Strength

If taken unawares, Jack North did not allow his enemy to get very much the
advantage of him. As the other rushed forward, expecting to overpower him
by sheer force, he met him squarely in a hand-to-hand struggle for the

Mr. Henshaw seemed delighted, and he cried out:

"Limber up, lads, limber up! A job to him that comes out on top! Hi,

Sundry other exclamations came from the excited foreman at every change of
the situation, while several spectators, attracted to the place by the
out-cries, gathered about the young contestants, lending their voices to
the confusing sounds of the scene.

While Fret Offut was taller and larger than Jack North, he lacked the
latter's firm-set muscles, and what was of even greater account, his
unflinching determination to win. Our hero never knew what it was to
possess a faint heart, and that is more than half the battle every time.

Thus when young Offut crowded him back against the wall of the building,
and every one present felt sure he must be overpowered, Jack set his lips
more firmly together and renewed his resistance with redoubled effort.

Then, as he struck his foot against a piece of scrap iron and reeled
backward in spite of all he could, his friends groaned, while Fret Offut
cried, exultantly:

"Ho, my fine cub, down you go this time! Henshaw--"

But Mr. Henshaw never knew what was to be said to him, neither did the
young bully ever realize fully just what followed.

Jack, concentrating all the strength he possessed, rallied. He threw out
his right foot in such a way as to catch his antagonist behind his left
knee, when the latter suddenly found himself sinking. At the same time the
grasp on his collar tightened, while with almost superhuman power he was
flung backward. With such force did Jack handle his adversary that he sent
him flying several yards away, where he fell in a pool of dark, slimy

The spectators cheered heartily, while Mr. Henshaw clapped his grimy hands
and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Well done, my hearty! That's a handsome trick and well worth a job."

Fret Offut arose from his unwelcome bath, dripping from head to foot with
the nasty mess, presenting a most unprepossessing appearance.

The foreman was turning back into the shop, followed by Jack, and the
crowd was rapidly dispersing.

"Hold on!" he bawled, "that wasn't fair. I tripped--stop, Henshaw! don't
let my job go to that miserable thief."

Getting no reply to his foolish speech, Offut followed the others into the
shop. His appearance being so ridiculous he was greeted with cries of
derision from the workmen, which only made him the more angry and

"I'll get even with you for this, Jack North!" he cried, "if I follow you
to the end! My father always said your family was the meanest on earth,
and now I know it is so. But you shall hear from me again."

With these bitter words the defeated youth, who really had no one to blame
but himself for his ill-feeling, disappeared, though it was not to be long
before he was to reappear in the stirring life of Jack North, and bring
him such troubles as he could not have foreseen.

It proved that Mr. Henshaw was anxious for another workman, and after
asking Jack a few questions, told the lad he might begin his task at once.

The pay was small, less than five dollars a week, but Jack did not let
that cause him to refuse the opportunity. He needed the money, for his
folks were in poor circumstances, and he went about his work with a stout

He quickly proved an adept workman, observing, rapid to learn and always
diligent, so much so that the foreman took a strong liking to him.

Several days passed and it became evident to Jack that if he had left one
enemy outside the shop, he had another within, who was ready to improve
every opportunity to trouble him. This was a small, thinfaced man who
worked with him, and whose name was Mires. Besides being physically unable
to carry an even end with him, this workman was prone to shirk every part
of his work that he could, this portion falling largely on Jack to do in
addition to his own.

Jack paid no heed to this, however, but kept about his work as if
everything was all right, until a little incident occurred which
completely changed the aspect of affairs.

Unknown to our hero, there had been a practice of long standing among the
workmen of "testing" every new hand that came in, by playing what was
believed to be a smart trick upon him. The joke consisted in sending the
new hand in company with a fellow workman to bring from a distant part of
the shop a pair of wheels, one of which was of iron and weighed over four
hundred pounds, while its mate was made of wood and finished off to look
exactly like its companion. The workman in the secret always looked out
and got hold of the wooden wheel, which he could carry off with ease,
while his duped associate would struggle over the other to the unbounded
amusement of the lookers-on.

It heightened the effect by selecting a small, weak man to help in the
deception, and Henshaw, liking this joke no less than his men, on the
third day of Jack's apprenticeship, said:

"North, you and Mires bring along them wheels at the lower end. Don't be
all day about it either," speaking with unusual sharpness.

"Yes, sir."

In a moment every one present was watching the scene, beginning to smile
as they saw Mires start with suspicious alacrity toward the wheels. Some
of the men, in order to get as good a view as possible of the expected
exhibition, stationed themselves near at hand, having hard work to
suppress their merriment in advance.

"Purty stout, air ye?" asked Mires, as he and Jack stood by the wheels.

"I never boasted of my strength," replied Jack, beginning to wonder why so
much interest was being manifested over so slight a matter. His surprise
was increased at that moment by discovering Fret Offut among the
spectators, his big mouth reaching almost from ear to ear with an idiotic

"Come to see the fun!" declared the latter, finding that he had been seen
by Jack.

"I'll take this one," said Mires, stooping over the nearest wheel which
was half buried in dust and dirt.

Then, without any apparent effort, the small sized workman raised the
wheel to his shoulder and walked back from the direction whence they had

"Now see the big gawk lift his!" exclaimed Fret Offut, who had somehow
been let into the secret. Still ignorant of the deception being played
upon him, Jack North bent over to lift the remaining wheel.

Chapter III

A Long Trip Proposed

Having seen Mires carry off the other wheel with comparative ease, Jack
naturally expected to lift the remaining one without trouble.

His amazement may be therefore understood when, at his first effort, he
failed to move it an inch from the floor.

It lay there as solid as if bound down!

His failure was the signal for Fret Offut to break out into a loud laugh,
which was instantly caught up by the workmen, until the whole building
rang with the merriment.

"Baby!" some one cried. "See Mires carry his. North ain't got the strength
of a mouse!"

By that time Mires had reached the opposite end of the shop, and was
putting down his burden to turn and join in the outbursts over the
discomfiture of his young companion.

Jack had now awakened to the realization that he had been the easy victim
of a scheme to cast ridicule upon him.

Mires could never have carried away this wheel. The thought of the trick
which had been played upon him aroused all the latent energy he possessed.
He did not believe the wheel could weigh five hundred pounds, and if it
did not he would lift it, as he believed he could.

Thus, with the shouts and laughter of the spectators ringing in his ears,
Jack stooped for a second attempt to accomplish what no one else had ever
been able to do.

"I'll grunt for you!" called Offut in derision. "Spit on your hands!" said
a workman. Jack compressed his lips for a mighty effort, and his hands
closed on the rim of the wheel, while he concentrated every atom of
strength he had for the herculean task.

The cries of the onlookers suddenly stopped as they saw, to their
amazement, the ponderous object rise from the floor, slowly but surely,
until the young workman held it abreast of him. Not a sound broke the
deathlike stillness, save for the crunching of his own footsteps, as Jack
North walked across the shop and dropped his burden upon the wheel Mires
had placed there.

A loud crash succeeded, the heavy iron wheel having broken the imitation
into kindling wood and smashed into the floor.

The cries of derision were supplemented by loud calls of admiration, which
rang through and through the old building until a perfect din prevailed.

Fret Offut waited to see no more, but stole away unobserved by the
stalwart iron workers, who crowded around their victorious companion with
hearty congratulations. Jack had won the friendship of nearly all by his
feat, while Henshaw at once boasted of the act.

Mires, fancying that the laugh had been turned upon him, and he was about
right, allowed all of the bitterness of his sullen nature to be turned
against the young apprentice. In his wicked heart he vowed he would
humiliate Jack in the eyes of his admirers in some way and at some time.
But no opportunity came for him, as month after month passed.

Jack showed a wonderfully industrious nature, and he never seemed idle.
When not at work he was studying some part of the ponderous machinery
about him, as if anxious to learn all there was to be known about it. The
knowledge he thus obtained was to be of inestimable value to him in the
scenes to come.

This trait of his pleased Henshaw, who, if a rough man, was honest in his
intentions, and he caused Jack's wages to be raised to seven dollars a
week. This was done in opposition to his assistant, who had taken a
strange dislike to him. His reasons for this will become apparent as we
proceed. About that time Jack was surprised to find that Fret Offut had
found employment in the building, though it was more as a helper than as a
regular workman, his chief task being to wheel the scraps of iron and
waste material away and to wait upon the boss of the big steam hammer.

He did not offer to speak to Jack, but the latter soon saw him holding
whispered conversations with Mires and the second boss, Furniss, when he
felt certain by their looks and motions that he was the subject of their
remarks. Once he overheard Offut tell a companion:

"I sha'n't wheel scrap iron always and Jack North won't be boss, either."

Jack had been at the engine works about six months, when he accidentally
learned that the company were planning to ship one of their machines to
South America, and that they were looking about for a suitable person to
send with it, to help unload it properly and set it up. A few days later,
as he was leaving the shop to go home, Henshaw came to him, saying:

"Let me put a flea in your ear, Jack. John Fowler has got his eye on you
for the one to go to South America."

Scarcely any other announcement could have brought greater joy to Jack,
for he had a great desire to travel, and this long journey would take him
away from home for many months, he felt it would be a grand opportunity.
But he knew that Furniss had been working for the place, and he could not
realize that such good fortune was to fall to him, so he said to Henshaw:

"I thought that Furniss was sure of the chance. I heard him say as much
only yesterday." "A fig for Furniss! Old John had a long talk with me this
morning, and I told him you were just the chap for the place, young and
capable. He nodded his head and I could see that you were as good as
taken. Of course we shall miss you, but it's a trip a youngster like you
can't afford to miss."

"I should like to go, Mr. Henshaw, and I thank you for your kind words."

"Don't cost nothing," returned the bluff foreman, as he started homeward.

Jack was too happy over his prospects to mind the baleful looks of Furniss
the next day, or to hear the jibes of Fret Offut. Could he have foreseen
the startling result he must have been bound with dismay.

The following Monday, when the day's work was done and he was leaving the
shop, Mr. Henshaw came along, and slapping him on the shoulder, said: "Let
me congratulate you, my lad. It is just as I said; you are going to South
America,--if you will."

"It seems too good to be true, Mr. Henshaw." "It's the blessed truth and I
know it I don't blame you for feeling well over such an appointment, for
it is something any of us might be glad of. But you deserve it."

The appearance of Furniss checked Jack's reply. He could see the other
understood that he had lost. He had another proof of the fact before he
got home from Fret Offut, who said:

"Feel mighty stuck up, don't yer? But let me tell yer,'twon't do any

This was the first time he had spoken to Jack since he had begun work in
the shops, and our hero made no reply.

The following day, as he was about to leave the shop at the close of his
work, Jack was accosted by Furniss, who asked him to assist him a moment
at the big hammer.

Jack started at once to his help, noticing that the building was
completely deserted at the time, except for the second boss and himself;
even Henshaw, who generally stayed until after the workmen had left, was

His surprise may be imagined then when he saw Fret Offut step from behind
a huge boiler as he approached. Still he did not dream of any sinister
purpose in the minds of the two, and he was about to stoop to lift a piece
of iron at the request of Furniss, when he discovered a bar of iron so
suspended over his head from the cross timber that a slight movement on
his part was sure to bring it down upon his head.

No sooner had he seen his precarious situation than he started back, when
Fret Offut flung a heavy slug at his feet. The effect was startling, for
the concussion on the floor sent the menacing bar overhead downward with
fearful force.

Jack succeeded in dodging the blow so far that he escaped the full weight
of the falling iron, which struck the floor endwise with a heavy thud. But
before he could get beyond its reach the massive bar tipped over, falling
in such way as to strike him in the side of the head, and felling him
senseless to the floor.

In a moment Furniss and Offut were bending over him with anxious looks on
their grimy countenances.

"Is he killed?" asked the younger of the twain.

Jack answered the question himself by opening his eyes, though he was
still too bewildered to attempt to rise.

"What did you do that for?" he demanded.

"Do what?" questioned Fret Offut. "You know well enough. You fixed that
bar so it would hit me."

"Hear the boy talk!" came from Furniss. "It is true. If I get the chance--"

"Stop, you shan't get us into trouble," yelled the man, in a rage.

"Not much," put in Offut. "Let's teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

"So we will," answered Furniss; and both started forward to attack Jack.

Chapter IV

Just in Time

Though still somewhat dazed by the blow on his head, Jack realized that
the unprincipled twain in their desperation would stop short of no crime
in order to carry out their purpose.

Thus Furniss had barely laid his hand on him before he was on his feet
ready to fight for his life if necessary.

Flinging aside the second boss, he turned to meet the assault of Fret
Offut, whom he caught by the collar and flung headlong upon a pile of
scrap iron and ashes still warm from the furnace.

Shrieking with pain the big youth scrambled to his feet and began to dance
around as if he had a coal of fire in the heel of his shoe.

Furniss rallied to grapple anew with Jack, but though a strong man he
found his match. Used to hard work all of his life, Jack's sinews seemed
like bands of steel and there was no breaking from his grasp.

"Help, Offut--quick!" cried Furniss, as his head was jabbed into the midst
of a box of coal. "He--he'll kill me!" spluttered the discomfited man.

But Fret Offut failed for good reasons to heed the supplications of his

The next instant Furniss managed to get a hold on Jack which enabled him
to throw him upon the floor.

"Go to South America, will you?" cried the exultant Furniss. "Let that
settle it," and he aimed a furious blow at his victim's head.

But Jack was too nimble to remain still and receive whatever attack the
other might rain upon him, and when Furniss' fist descended it missed its
mark, to strike plump upon the sharp edge of a bar of iron, peeling the
skin on its back from knuckle to wrist.

At the same time Jack turned his adversary and, clearing him, vaulted to
his feet, carrying the other backwards by the impetuous movement and
sending him headfirst into a bucket of water.

Before he could rise Jack had caught him by the throat with one hand, and
he immediately began to "churn" the other's head up and down in the black
water, while the discomfited wretch, trying in vain to break away,
exclaimed in gasps:

"Help--don't--you'll kill me! I--Of--ut--h-e-l-p--murder!"

"Will you promise to let me alone after this?" demanded Jack, giving his
victim another plunge in the bucket.

"Yes. Let me go or I'll tell Fowler. Oh--oh!"

"Tell Fowler, will you?"

"No--no! Let me go!"

"You promise it?"

"Yes," spluttered the man as soon as he could speak.

"I think that will be enough this time." declared the triumphant Jack. "If
I could get my hands on you, Fret Offut, I would give you a dose of the
same medicine."

"I ain't done nothing!" cried the terrified youth. "Don't you dare to
touch me!" and by that time he had reached the door, to disappear an
instant later.

Feeling that he had nothing more to fear from his enemies, Jack left the
shop to go to his home, his mind soon occupied with thoughts of his South
American voyage rather than with the more unpleasant memory of his recent
trouble with young Offut and Furniss.

Before going direct to his home to tell the news there, Jack sought
another home that he might first break the account of his good fortune to
one whose fair countenance had been in his mind's eye all the afternoon.

He knew the hardest part of his starting on his long voyage would be in
tearing himself away from a certain blue-eyed damsel named Jenny Moodhead.

At her home he was met by the girl's mother, who, in answer to his
inquiries for Jenny, said:

"Jane is not here, and I do not see why you have not met her, as she said
she was going to see you as you came from the shops. I am afraid something
has happened to her."

Without further loss of time, Jack started to retrace the way to the
engine shops, though going by a different course from that which he had

He had got about half way there, and was passing near an old ruined mill,
which stood more than half over the river, when he was startled by the
sound of a voice, which was too familiar for him not to recognize.

"Don't you dare come any nearer, Fret Offut! Stand back, or the worst will
be your own!"

It was Jenny speaking, and as Jack dashed down to the side of the old mill
he discovered her at the further extremity of the ruins defiantly facing
young Offut, who was kept from approaching any nearer to her by a club she
held in her hands, uplifted over her head.

Between the two was a gulf of dark waters a dozen feet or more in width,
but spanned by a plank over which the girl had evidently passed in
reaching her place of retreat.

"I'll take up the plank so you can't come back!" declared young Offut.
"You see if you do not answer me in a becoming manner I can--"

Fret Offut did not have the opportunity to finish his sentence before a
stout hand was laid on his shoulder and he was plunged headfirst into the
river. "Get out the best you can!" cried Jack North.

He turned to the girl. "Has he dared so much as to lay a ringer on you,

"Oh, Jack! I am so glad to see you! No, he had not touched me, though I
don't know what he might have done if you had not come. You won't let him

"It would serve him about right, if I did. But he will take care of
himself. See, he is crawling out below the mill. Come with me, Jenny, for
I have important news to tell you. I am going to South America!"

"To South America! Oh, Jack, why?"

"The firm want me to go, and they will pay me well for my services. I am
to look after some machinery that is to be shipped."

"But you will come back?" questioned Jenny, anxiously.

"Sure, as soon as my task is done. But now tell me about Fret Offut."

"Oh, there is not much to tell. He--he wanted to be sweet on me and--and I
wouldn't have it. That made him angry, and he followed me to this place,
and--you saw the rest."

"I hope he won't bother you again."

"I don't think he will," said Jenny. "Anyway, I'll keep my eyes open for

After that Jack spent a pleasant hour in the company of the girl who was
his dearest friend, and then went home to prepare for his trip of so many
thousand miles.

His parents already knew something about the proposed journey, so they
were not much surprised. They had seen Mr. Fowler and talked it over with
the manufacturer. Mrs. North did what she could to get Jack's outfit ready
for him.

"I'll be glad to leave such fellows as Fret Offut behind," said Jack, to
his father.

"Fret Offut is a bully and a fool," said Mr. North, who was a blunt-spoken
man. "He will never get along in life."

Jack had spoken without knowing the truth. He was not to get rid of Fret
Offut just yet, as we shall soon see.

Chapter V

On the Island of Robinson Crusoe

Ho! for South America!

Bravely did the good steamer Standish keep on her long, and, at
times, stormy voyage to the far distant shore of Western South America.
She escaped the severest storms of the Northern Atlantic, Grossed the
equatorial line in fine shape, and stemmed the farious wrath of Cape Horn
in safety. But every one on board felt freer and in better spirits, when
at last they entered the Pacific regions where storms are of rare

The steamer's destination was Valparaiso, Chili, and the commander talked
of getting into port shortly.

Among those looking most hopefully forward to the termination of the
voyage was our hero, who had been sent by his employers on the responsible
errand of seeing that one of their engines was properly delivered and put
into good running order. He fondly believed it was the great opportunity
of his life.

He was never more surprised than he was upon finding at the last moment
that Fret Offut had been delegated to accompany him as helper.

At first he could not believe it; but there the awkward youth was, and
that he was sent for that purpose was plainly indicated by the order from
John Fowler & Co.

To his still greater surprise, the other seemed to have forgotten or
overlooked their differences, and he greeted Jack with all the warmth of
an old friend.

"If he can afford to be friendly I can," thought Jack, who was not a
person to cherish long any bitterness of feeling against another, and he
resolved to treat Fret as well as possible.

This, coupled with that bond of sympathy for an associate one is sure to
have on leaving those dear to him far behind, made the two seem somewhat
like friends.

Had Jack known the truth, known the frequent and long conversations his
deceitful companion had held with the plotting Furniss, and how the latter
had worked to get Offut sent on this voyage with him, our hero would have
felt different toward the other. The second boss's parting words had been:
"Remember you owe this opportunity to me, Fret Offut, who might have gone
but for my willingness to let you. Don't forget either that if, for any
reason, North does not get to Valparaiso you will step into his place, and
gain the honor he is anxious to get."

This was spoken with such signs and indications as only one in the secret
could understand, and young Offut nodded knowingly, as much as to say:

"I understand perfectly, and will not fail in my part to gain our ends."

It may have been that the looked-for opportunity did not come, as he had
expected, or that his courage failed him in his cowardly purpose, for no
harm befel Jack until on the evening before the day, which, if nothing
unfavorable occurred, the commander had promised would bring them within
sight of land. Jack stood by the quarter-rail a long time watching the sun
sink into the distant water, and then the silent coming of the stars into
the firmament overhead.

It was a beautiful evening, though fleecy clouds were beginning to fringe
the horizon, and he was certain the whole sky would be obscured soon.

But his mind was more engrossed with thoughts of his parents and Jenny at
home than with the calm grandeur of a tropical sea, and he was wondering
how many months must pass before he should be able to meet her, when the
sound of a cat-like step behind him arrested his attention.

Thinking of no harm, he turned slowly to greet the one approaching, to
find himself confronted by the tall figure of Fret Offut.

A look of wild fierceness was on the other's features, and before Jack
could speak his arms were uplifted, swinging overhead a belaying pin.

Reading at a glance Offut's horrible purpose, Jack attempted to seize his
upraised hands, but he had barely made a move before the weapon descended
upon him!

With an indistinct recollection of a dull sense of pain in his head, Jack
knew no more until he was brought back to consciousness by the feeling of
water around him and it slowly dawned upon him that he had been sent
overboard from the ship into the sea by the blow from Fret Offut.

It was too dark for him to see any distance, so he listened for some sound
of the steamer.

Once he thought he caught the regular swish, swish of the big wheel; but
he must have been mistaken, for after a moment he realized that the
Standish was not within hearing.

He had begun to shout for help, and this shouting he kept up until he was
hoarse, and he felt that it would be better to save all of his strength in
the great battle for life ahead.

No one, who has not been there, can know the utter hoplessness of being
castaway upon the great, boundless ocean with not even a plank to keep him
from a watery grave.

Jack North was brave and sanguine, but for a time he felt that it was
useless for him to try and keep up. Then the thought of home and loved
ones, with all the bright dreams and hopes of life, gave him the
resolution to fight for victory over defeat until the very last. He had
heard of sailors who had been cast away, and who had managed to keep
afloat a whole night and day. Might not he keep from drowning until

At any rate he would not give up while he had the strength to struggle
against fate.

Buoyed up with hopes which he knew were groundless, he swam on and on
through the dark expanse of waters girdling him.

When he had gone as far as he deemed prudent he would turn upon his back
and thus float upon the bosom of the great deep, borne by its ceaseless
tide he knew not whither.

Perhaps he was being carried further and further out to sea, or it might
be he was slowly approaching the shore of the southern continent.

That was the longest, most gloomy night Jack North ever knew. He saw nor
heard nothing of the steamer during the long hours of darkness and

With the first faint streak of daylight he scanned the surrounding sea
with anxious, eager gaze. But whither he would look, north, south, east or
west, not an object broke the monotony of the view.

He felt that he was hopelessly lost, and he wondered in his despair if his
true fate would be known.

As it grew lighter he continued to watch the sea for some welcome sight,
until he saw, away on his left, a dark rim on the horizon. Was it a cloud

He dared not hope it was the latter at first, but as it grew plainer he
felt a thrill of joy pass through his worn-out frame.

"Land!" he cried, coming near drowning in the exuberance of his new-found

Even after he had seen land it seemed he was doomed to disappointment.

It did not appear that he had strength to reach it. Still the prospect
ahead served to give power to his weary limbs and a new lease of endurance
to his overworked body.

As he swam nearer he saw that great pointed peaks pierced the sky wherever
he looked, while abrupt walls of rock rose from the water's edge to the
height of many hundred feet.

These he realized could not be scaled by him, and as he gazed on the gray,
moss-covered rocks dripping with the spray of the ocean that continually
beat against their rugged sides, hopelessness again came near overpowering

Above the granite front of this lonely island, as he believed it to be, he
could see stupendous ridges of reddish earth rise in countless numbers and
always running back toward the centre, with here and there green pastures
of grass, but he looked in vain for a break in the adamantine barrier
which made this ocean-bound realm unapproachable.

In his despair he was nearly overjoyed to suddenly see a boat, with two
men in it, come around an angle of the rock-bound shore.

He shouted as loudly as he could in his exhausted state for help, and then
gave up the battle, and sank.

But strong arms were near, and the boatmen, hearing his cries, rowed
rapidly to his assistance and picked him up as he was going down for the
last time.

When Jack recovered consciousness he found himself lying on a rude couch,
with a friendly face looking into his and his hand held by the same

"Well, here you are," said the man. "I had about given up looking for you
to come out of it. You must have had a long, hard pull against the sea."

"Where am I?" asked Jack. "Who are you?"

"You are on the island of Robinson Crusoe. As to myself, I am an American
by the name of William Pearce. Before I shall ask you even your name I
shall advise you to keep quiet and go to sleep if you can. You are among

Jack was fain to follow this well-meant advice, and a few minutes later he
was sound asleep.

It was nearly night before he awoke, and even then his friend would not
allow him to leave his couch.

"Here is a dish of goat's milk and I will soon have some warm oat

Jack felt stronger when he had partaken of the simple food offered him,
but he was still too weak to move about very much, and in less than five
minutes he was again asleep.

He did not awake until the following morning this time, when he found
himself in pretty good condition.

His host being absent at the time, he had an opportunity to examine his
surroundings. He found himself in a small hut built of the straw of wild
oats, interwoven with long, slender sticks, while the roof was treated in
the same way. Only a few rather primitive utensils of cooking and living
were to be seen, and he was wondering what sort of a hermit he had fallen
in with when the man entered.

He was past middle life, with a sunburned, bearded and honest countenance.

Upon seeing that Jack had awakened, his looks instantly brightened and he
spoke cheerily:

"Glad to see you looking so well. You will be all right in a day or two."

"Is it possible that I am on the island where Robinson Crusoe spent his
lonely years?"

"It is so."

"I can hardly believe it."

"Nevertheless it is a fact."

"If I ever get away from it I will read the story all over again."

The man laughed.

"That's natural.

"But do you live here alone?"

"Oh, no; there are six Chilian families here with me. But you are beating
me at asking questions, for you have learned all there is to be learned of
me, while I cannot name you from any descendant of old Adam."

Without further delay Jack told his companion the story of his adventures.

Chapter VI

A Terrible Mistake

Jack found Robinson Crusoe's island a pleasanter place than he had
expected. Among the ridges were many pretty valleys which were covered
with patches of woods or grass. Everything bore a peculiar hue of green,
from the groves of myrtle, pimento and corkwood to the grassy plots, the
natural fields of oats and even to the moss-covered rocks of the spinelike

The coast, as far as he could see, overhung the sea or rose perpendicular
to such a height as to make it inaccessible, except at one place where a
rent in the wall allowed man to enter the almost sacred domain.

The rude, picturesque huts of Mr. Pearce and his associates stood in a
romantic valley, where the American told him had stood the "castle" of the
Crusoe inhabitant of the island, Alexander Selkirk, whose strange story
has been read the wide world over.

Jack had been at the island nearly a week, and he was looking forward to
an opportunity to go to the mainland in a few days, when Mr. Pearce
informed him that something singular had transpired during the night.

"Though no vessel is in sight this morning, I am sure some one landed here
last night between midnight and daylight."

"Do you think there is anything to fear from such a visit, providing some
one has been here?" asked Jack.

"I don't know. This island was used several years as a penal colony for
Chili, but an earthquake so upset things that the one hundred and fifty
odd prisoners escaped, and since that no one has been sent here. But it
has been the refuge of two or three outlaws since, as if the place had a
strange fascination for them. Perhaps they think it is a safe place to
flee to after what has occurred here. I have had no trouble with them
worth mentioning."

"Do you think one came last night?"

"Looks like it. But I will find out before I am much older. I will get the
Chilians to go with us and we will explore the cells."

Jack was not kept in suspense long as to Mr. Pearce's meaning.

Upon reaching the foot of a bluff about half a mile from the ruins of what
looked like an old fort, but which was now embedded in banks of clay and
overgrown with moss and rank weeds, he found that the whole structure had
been built of stone.

"It was done by the Chilian government in 1767," said Mr. Pearce, "and was
undone by an earthquake in 1835. This you see here nearest was the front
wall of the main rampart. But here is the greatest wonder in the hillside.
This old building--fortress, as it might be truthfully called--was the
abode of the officers and their men who were stationed here to watch and
guard the island, while these other retreats which are marked by those
black mouths were used for an altogether different purpose."

Mr. Pearce pointed, as he spoke, to numerous dark openings in the side of
the hill, there being many completely hidden by the rank ferns hanging in
festoons at their entrance.

"It was in these pits, dug into the earth to the depth of two or three
hundred feet, that the Chilian government confined their convicts, and
where, if all reports be true, they underwent tortures that made life a
living death. The earthquake tore down all the heavy doors, as if the
elements were in league with the poor captives, every one of whom thus
managed to escape.

"It is in these places the fugitives who seek this island for safety
conceal themselves. We can find some sign at the mouth if any one has
entered a cell since yesterday."

He then led the way along the broken-down entrances of the underground
excavations, now occupied by bats, toads and vermin, but where once
miserable wrecks of manhood had found a terrible punishment for their

A wild goat sprang out from one of the cells and bounded away, but no
trace of a human being was found, until at last Mr. Pearce stopped before
one cell which was reached by descending several stone steps.

"This was one of the cells for exceptionally bad prisoners," said Mr.
Pearce. "It is not as deep as some of the others, but reeks with a cold
sweat, and the air is so damp and chilly as to make one shiver the moment
he enters. Just think of the poor wretches confined here, where no ray of
sunlight could ever reach them, and no living soul to pity them in their
hopeless despair! This does not run into the earth more than twenty-five
feet. Your eyes are younger and sharper than mine; see if those are not
fresh footprints."

"They are," replied Jack, as soon as he had made a hasty examination; "and
I am sure they are made by an American shoe!"

"Whew!" exclaimed Mr. Pearce, "that makes it more mysterious, and it
behooves us to move with great caution. One of us had better remain on the
outside, while the other makes an exploration of the den. Which will you

"I will go inside, if it makes no difference to you, only I wish you would
let me have one of your pistols."

"Of course, and you can take this knife, too. Move cautiously, for if
there is an American run to earth in there, you may count on it that he
will fight for his life. It will be different from facing one of those
Chilians, who make a good deal of noise and but a little resistance."

Jack promised to act with caution, and taking the weapons tended him by
his companion, he boldly pushed his way down the rough stairway leading to
the dark dungeon.

"Give the signal at the least sign of danger, and I will be there in a
trice," were Mr. Pearce's parting words. "Meanwhile if you hear me
whistle, don't fail to come back as quickly as possible."

By this time Jack was at the foot of the descent, and parting the damp
ferns that overhung the mouth of the cell, he was about to enter the
dismal passage, when his foot struck something that rustled.

Reaching down in the darkness, his hand touched a sheet of paper or
parchment, which he picked up.

He had hardly done this before Mr. Pearce gave a shrill whistle, which
caused Jack to return to his side, wondering what had happened.

His surprise may be imagined when he saw a squad of armed men drawn up in
front of them!

"They are Government soldiers in search of the fugitive," whispered Mr.
Pearce. "Don't do anything rash if you value your life. Let me speak to

A short consultation then followed in Spanish, the new-comers all the time
covering the twain with their cocked carbines.

Finally Mr. Pearce turned to Jack, saying: "It is just as I thought. They
are looking for an escaped prisoner-an Englishman, or rather youth, as
they tell me. They think you are the one and demand your immediate
surrender. The best thing you can do is to give up without resistance. I
will stand by you when the time comes for the need of my help. They won't
believe a word I say now. See they are getting impatient. What answer
shall I give them?"

Jack, who did not understand a word that they had said, realized from
their manner that he could expect no mercy from the Chilians. If Mr.
Pearce could not benefit him now, how could he later? Still his only
alternative seemed to be to surrender, upon the condition that he be given
fair treatment at the hands of the government.

But notwithstanding this stipulation, no sooner had he signified his
intention of yielding without resistance than he was roughly siezed and
bound. Then some of his captors dragged him back against the side of the
bluff. The leader gave a few words of command to his followers, who obeyed
by instantly bringing their firearms to their shoulders, pointed at Jack!

"Great sun!" exclaimed Mr. Pearce, his face turning white as marble as he
witnessed this summary threat, "they mean to shoot you on the spot!" He
had barely uttered these startling words before the leader of the squad
raised his right hand, as a signal for the marksmen to fire.

Chapter VII

A Plea of the Enemy

Jack realized that only a desperate effort could save him.

Mr. Pearce, whose friendship he had no reason to doubt, stood speechless
and horrified at the inhuman act of the Chilians, unable to lift a finger
if it would have saved his life.

Jack was standing near to the entrance of the convict cell and as the
Chilian commander raised a hand for his men to fire, he suddenly doubled
himself up like a jack-knife, turning a complete somersault in the
direction of the underground stairway.

His feet had not been secured, though his hands were fastened behind him.

Acting on the impulse of the moment, without any consideration for the
result other than an escape from the murderous fire, he plunged head-first
into the entrance at the very instant the volley of bullets sped on their
deadly mission.

So closely timed were the two actions that the Chilians mistook his jump
for the result of their shots, and an exclamation of satisfaction left the
leader's lips, while no immediate attempt was made to reach the side of
their victim. This enabled Jack to regain his feet and to disappear into
the dark mouth of the cavern before his enemies had recovered from their

Though severely shaken up by his precipitation into this retreat,
unheeding the creeping creatures under his feet, which made a furious rush
to and fro, Jack groped his way further and further into the gloomy place.
The damp, sweaty walls covering him with a slimy moisture. Now and then
some of the loosened earth would fall upon him, adding to the uncanny
experience of his advance.

He expected the Chilians would follow him, but he hoped in some way he
might escape them. He kept on without hearing any sound of a pursuit,
until he was suddenly conscious of being confronted by some one, while a
trembling voice called out from the darkness ahead:

"Stop! I am armed, and you come nearer at the peril of your life!"

It was too dark for him to see any one, but he heard a slight movement as
the words were uttered, and he instantly recalled to mind the fact that
the fugitive fleeing from the Chilians was supposed to be hiding in this

Accordingly, as he stopped, he said in a low tone:

"Be careful and you have nothing to fear from me."

Jack had been glad to notice that the unknown had used pure English in
addressing him. In a moment he asked:

"Who are you?"

"A friendless American boy who has been hunted down like a dog because--"

"Fret Offut!" broke in Jack recognizing the other's voice.

"Jack North!" gasped the fugitive "You have betrayed me, Jack!"

"Not a bit of that. I am here on account of you."

That was no time to question one's motives. Jack knew that the other was
his mortal enemy, but just then and there he could do no better than to
forget the past. Whatever the offense he had committed against the
Chilians, Fret was scarcely in worse color with them than himself.

It did not occur to honest Jack North that by delivering up his enemy he
might save his own life.

Though Fret had abused his confidence shamefully, he did not have the wish
to give him over to these foreign pursuers. For aught he knew his
companion might be as guilty of crime against them as against himself.

Meanwhile why had the Chilians not entered the cell in pursuit of their
prisoner? Were they in fear of him? Not so much that as they were in fear
of entering that underground retreat, teeming with superstitious

In fact no Chilian could have been induced to enter there under any
provocation short of death!

Mr. Pearce knew this, and when he saw Jack disappear he was confident the
lad was safe for awhile.

It is true the leader of the party did command his men to enter, and
uttered all sorts of threats against them, but they simply listened
without moving.

Neither did their commander offer to lead the way.

Mr. Pearce, knowing this superstitious dread of all Chilians to enter the
subterranean prisons, waited until the leader had stopped commanding and
abusing his soldiers, when he ventured to interpose on Jack's account.

As he was a man of consequence in the opinion of the Chilian chief, his
words soon had the desired effect.

"Somebody,--the person you are in pursuit of--may have landed on the
island last night, but this boy is a friend of mine and knows no more of
him you want than I do. I vouch for his honesty, and as he has been here
over a week you can see that he is not the one you are looking for, who
you say must have come here since sunset yesterday."

No doubt the Chilian was glad to get off so easily in doing what he deemed
was his duty, for he ordered his men to return to their vessel without
further delay.

That was the last to be seen of them, but Mr. Pearce cautiously waited
until he saw the ship sailing away from the island before he spoke to

"Come out of that hole if the bugs have not carried you off," he called
out in his blunt way. "The Chilians have gone back to Valparaiso to report
that they could not find their man here."

Jack and Fret Offut had come to something of an understanding, though the
latter was reluctant to meet Mr. Pearce.

The islander was surprised at sight of him, but Jack hastened to say:

"It proves the person those Chilians were so anxious to catch is an
acquaintance of mine, being none other than one of the Standish's

"A friend of yours, eh? Those infernal--excuse me, I don't believe I will
say it. Come, let's go down to the house."

If Mr. Pearce was not pleased with the appearance of young Offut he did
not show it, though he told Jack privately that it might be best for all
concerned if they should leave the island as soon as an opportunity
offered itself.

"You see another searching party may come at any hour, and I might not be
as successful with another, particularly with two to answer for."

Jack had no desire to remain any longer than he could help, as pleasant as
he had found life with his newly-made friend. He was anxious to get to
Valparaiso before the Standish should leave on her return voyage.

He had another reason, too, and a most important one.

He handed the paper he had picked up at the entrance to the convict cell
to Mr. Pearce for him to read if possible, for it was written in Spanish,
which he could not make out at the time.

Mr. Pearce read it with some difficulty, explaining it as best he could
when he had carefully studied it for half a day.

Chapter VIII

The Lonely Pimento

"The writer of this strange manuscript," began Mr. Pearce, "was evidently
an unlettered person, for it is filled with so many errors as to be
difficult to get the author's meaning in many places. He was also a
fugitive from justice.--I should judge, nearly all his life. He speaks of
the diamond mines of Brazil and the hoarded treasures of the children of
the sun in the same sentence. Then he goes on to describe a wonderful
island that he discovered while hiding from pursuers under the shadows of
the Andes in Tarapaca, Peru. Let me read:

"'I had come out of a dense growth of corkwood to look on a big body of
water hemmed in by the mountains, when I saw some way from the shore a
small island. I noticed it particularly on account of a solitary pimento
tree standing in the centre, with a big rock at its foot.

"'I was hard pressed by my enemies, and seeing what I believed was a hole
under the rock I swam out to the island. I did find plenty of room to hide
in and my pursuers did not think of looking there for me, though they made
the entire circuit of the water.

"'I stayed there two days before I dared to venture out, but it was not
until I had decided to leave the place that I made the most wonderful
discovery of my life.

"'The island, which was made up mostly of rocks, was fairly honey-combed
with tunnels and underground passages, little and big, every one of which
was filled with gold!

"'Gold lay under my feet; gold on my left hand; gold on my right; gold
overhead; gold everywhere! I knew from certain inscriptions that I could
partly decipher that this hidden treasure was a part of the Incas wealth
in the days of Pizzaro.

"'At first I was so bewildered by my discovery that I could do nothing,
but finally I took as much of it as I could carry and left the place.

"'I was, as I thought, careful to note all of its surroundings so I could
come again when I should wish to get the rest of my hoard. I say I did
this carefully, but a year and a half later when I came to get the rest of
my treasure I could not find it. I could not even find the island, though
I went over the ground from Titocaca to Atacama a hundred times.

"'I could not even find the lake!

"'I felt sure I should know that pimento tree anywhere on account of its
odd shape. It had three branches leaving the trunk, one of which ran up
several feet higher than the others, a dead branch pointing to the
northward like a skeleton finger. There was a rim of mountains around the
lake, except for a break in the range on the north.

"'Since I have been there the whole mystery has been solved in my mind and
I can see that the lonely pimento with its skeleton finger is the key. I
was there during the wet--"

"The rest is missing," said Mr. Pearce, "but I have given you the
substance of the illiterate scrawl in tolerable English as far as it
remains. Looks as if the sheet had been torn apart. There is a fortune for
you if you can only find it."

Mr. Pearce spoke somewhat lightly, but Jack could see that he was deeply
interested in the account.

Our hero had been cautious enough not to let Fret Offut into the secret,
knowing he could not be trusted.

"I believe I could find that wonderful island which plays at hide and seek
if I were to try it," said Mr. Pearce. "What do you say to going fortune

Naturally Jack's sanguine nature was thoroughly aroused and nothing could
have suited him better, and from that time they discussed the lost island
with its treasure at every opportunity they had when Fret was not with

There was one serious drawback to their plans.

It might be a long time before they would have an opportunity to leave the
island where Robinson Crusoe had spent so many lonely years. During his
stay there Jack explored every part of the island. He noticed that the
soil had every promise of great fertility, but that even his friend had so
far taken on the laziness of the Chilians that he cultivated as little as
possible. This island had become a sort of rendezvous for the ships
rounding Cape Horn, and many of them had contributed to its natural and
animal wealth by planting orchards and sowing grains and in leaving there
many domesticated creatures.

But at this season of the year it was likely to be considerable time
before a vessel should touch there, and Jack had been on Robinson Crusoe's
island a little over a month, before he found a chance to go to

He was glad for the opportunity, but disappointed at the last moment to
find that Mr. Pearce had concluded to give up going with him.

"Too much like work, Jack. You see I have fitted in here, and if we should
find that treasure it would be of no earthly good to me as I am alone in
the world. I hope you will find it, my lad, and that it will help you and
Jenny to make a happy home. Good bye."

"Good bye," said Jack, as he pressed his friend's hand warmly, for he had
grown to like the kindhearted gentleman.

Fret Offut nodded lightly to the other, as he entered the boat which was
to take them to the vessel.

The trip to Valparaiso was uneventful, but there Jack met with a great

The Standish had left for its homeward voyage.

Thus Jack found himself left alone among strangers, save for the
companionship of Fret Offut, who seemed disposed to hold aloof from him.
The other had refused to tell him the cause of his being hunted by the
Chilians, though Jack suspected that it was in some way the result of his
attack upon him. Fret had told enough in his sleep for our hero to know
that he had been arrested for the deed, and that he had afterwards
escaped. But Jack did not feel like saying anything to Fret about it, as
long as he showed no inclination to mention the subject.

Knowing that it might be several months before he could return to his home
and being short of money, Jack at once began to look about for an
opportunity to earn a living. Unable to find anything to do in
Valparaiso, he walked to Tocopilla, though Fret declined to accompany him.
In this town he found work as a machinist at the princely income of four
Spanish dollars a week. But this was better than nothing and he went to
work with a hearty good will.

He worked in Tocopilla steadily for a month. During the time he heard
nothing from home or from Fret Offut.

He still kept the paper describing the mysterious island holding its vast,
hidden treasure, but he had not felt like undertaking the long journey
necessary to search for it.

Seeing no prospect of advance in his position, Jack was beginning to think
of seeking his fortune elsewhere, when his whole future life was changed
into a different groove by the appearance of a stranger at the place where
he was working.

The newcomer was a Peruvian, who had been an engineer on a railroad
running through the southern part of Peru, but had left to come to

He and Jack soon became friends, when the latter said to him one day:

"What was the trouble with engineering, that you should leave to come
here, where you can't begin to get the pay you did there?"

"The pay was good enough, but the shooting was better. I care more for my
life than I do for a few silver doubloons."

"I am afraid I do not understand you. I was not aware that shooting and
engineering went together."

"They do in the case of the St. Resa road, Jack."

"Tell me about it, Francis. I am interested."

"Then I can take out that interest shortly. The road runs through
debatable ground from St. Resa to de la Pama. Not an inch of it but what
is being hotly contested. But it isn't the regulars that make the trouble,
for at present the territory belongs to Peru, though how soon she will
lose it is not for me to say. It's the murderous bush-raiders that are
making the trouble."

"Who are the bush-raiders?"

"That question shows a lamentable ignorance. The bush-raiders are bands of
guerillas united to make war upon anybody and anything that crosses their
path. They pretend to favor Chili, but they are merely using that for a
cloak, and are robbers of the worst class, outlawed by all governments. Of
course you know that Chili and Peru are at war?"

"I have heard of it."

"Well, these bush-raiders, pretending to favor Chili, are making hot times
all along the St. Resa. It is necessary to keep the road open if Peru
hopes to hold the country, and the company are doing their best, backed by
the government. They have had as many as twenty men on in the last six

"The three men on before me were killed by the bush-raiders, and the one
before the first of them fell off and was killed while running the gantlet
of fire set by the fiends."

"You say the road is all in Peru?"

"Yes, in Southern Peru. It runs through the nitrate regions. Bless me if I
don't think there is a fortune in those mines if properly worked.

"Say, Jack, if you are dissatisfied with the money you are making here
there is an opportunity for you. You are young and full of fire, just such
a rash head as the bush-raiders like to get hold of. The company is
offering as high as twenty pistoles a month for a man to run that engine.
More for one day than you get here in a week. But bless me, if every
pistole was a doubloon and I had as many of them as I could carry I would
not try another trip. What are a few paltry pistoles to a man's life?"

"I believe I would like to get that position as engineer on the St. Resa,"
said Jack, after a moment's pause. "I can run an engine, you know."

"You have only to apply for it," replied the other. "But say, Jack, if you
should be fool enough to go up to get killed on that old engine, you had
better take a fireman along with you, for you will not be able to find a
helper up that way."

Another silence fell upon the twain, during which Jack's hands were not as
busy as his brains, until finally he laid aside his work, saying in his
blunt way:

"I shall start within a week for St. Resa, unless in the meantime I get
some sort of word from John Fowler & Company, or from my folks."

After that the days flew by on the wings of the wind. Eagerly Jack waited
for some kind of word from his home, but not a letter reached him, for the
reason that his folks were very poor and had many troubles of their own,
and because the manufacturing company that had sent him to South America
were in financial difficulties.

Sunday passed and then Monday, and the week came to an end. Jack had
another talk with the Peruvian about the railroad position and then
slapped his hands together.

"I'm going to have a try at it, come what may," he said, determinedly.

Chapter IX

Jack Becomes an Engineer

Jack as usual, was as good as his word.

He stopped long enough to lay down his tools and seek the foreman for a
leave of absence.

"Going to St. Resa? You will make the journey but one way. You will never
come back."

But Jack was determined, and nothing that the other could tell him of the
perils he was sure to encounter could deter him from his purpose.

An hour later he turned his back on Tocopilla.

He was passing one of the outer gates, near the edge of the city, when he
was stopped by one of the many beggars which invest the town.

"Only a miserable pittance," implored the ragged wretch, holding out a
dirty hand for the gift.

Something in the beggar's tone and manner arrested Jack's attention. He
had been addressed in English, which was unusual, but there was more than
the language to attract him to the poor alms seeker.

Then, as he bent a closer gaze on the person, he exclaimed:

"Fret Offut! can this be you?"

"Jack North!" exclaimed the other. "I did not think of seeing you here."

"Nor I you, most of all in this condition."

"It was all I could do, Jack," whined the other. "I have had such bad luck
since you left me! But ain't you looking like a peacock!"

"I have managed to get a living by working hard."

"I'll warrant you have; but I wouldn't work at the starvation wages they
offered me. Say, where are you going?"

"To St. Resa."

"In South Peru?"


"What do you expect to do there?"

"Going to apply for a situation as engineer on a railroad."

"Whew! I heard a man say this morning they were offering big pay. Let me
go with you, Jack? You will do this for old time's sake? I will be

Jack's first thought was to refuse the other's company. He felt that Fret
had already done him harm enough, and that his presence would be a
positive injury to him. But upon second thought he became more generous.
In spite of all Fret had done against him he could not help pitying the
young fellow now in his forlorn condition, and thus he said:

"If you will promise that you will not try to make trouble for me and that
you will do the very best you can for yourself. You mustn't forget, too,
that you are going where you may not come back alive."

Fret Offut promised very solemnly to all that Jack asked, and the couple
started on their hazardous journey into the interior of the country which
was about to become the battleground of three nations.

They received a warm welcome at the railroad company's office as soon as
the object of their call was known. It had been a week since the last
train had gone over the route, and a big accumulation of freight wanted to
be moved. They were offered big wages and accepted.

"Well, Fret, we're in for it now," said Jack, as they went to the station
to make their first trip.

The young fireman made no reply. He was already beginning to regret the
step he had taken, though Jack's fearlessness was not without its effect
on him.

A big crowd was at the station to see the train start, which made Fret
feel the importance of his position.

The train had a fifty-mile run and Jack found that he was expected to make
it and return the same day. This did not seem a difficult task, providing
the bush-raiders let them alone.

The road was in a terrible condition, yet the first trip was made without
adventure and Fret's spirits rose.

"Probably the bush-raiders did not know we were going yesterday," said
Jack, as his helper was boasting of their easy job.

Jack could not say as much when he got back from his second trip, for no
less than three shots had been fired into the caboose.

Fret Offut was in genuine alarm. The situation was worse than had been
described to Jack. Reports showed that the bush-raiders were gaining in
numbers every day, and growing more bold as they increased in strength.
The country, sparsely settled, through which the railroad ran seemed
especially fitted for their guerrilla warfare, to say nothing of the poor
state of the road-bed, which at places actually made the passage
dangerous. Then, too, the cars and engine were cheap and simple affairs,
offering no protection from the bullets of the enemies.

But Jack had no intention of giving up at this stage of the situation, and
Fret concluded to risk a third trip.

The company were anxious for the train to be kept running, but offered no
protection, if it could supply any.

The round trip on this day was made without any shots being fired by the
enemies, though at least twenty bush-raiders were seen drawn up in sight
of the train, as it wound its way through one of the gloomiest spots of
the entire route.

One of the disreputable looking party waved a red cloth on the muzzle of
his short-barreled carbine as they whisked past.

"Look out for to-morrow," said Jack. "That looks to me like a sort of

It proved that he was not the only one who had his suspicions, for as he
swung himself upon the engine the following morning some one stepped from
out of the motley crowd collected about the station and thrusting a scrap
of paper into his hand instantly disappeared.

As soon as they were fairly on their way Jack smoothed out the crumpled
paper to read in a scrawling hand:

"Look out for the bush-raiders to-day."

The sheet bore no signature or date.

"Looks like a scare by some one," remarked Jack, as he handed the missive
to Fret. "But there can be no harm in keeping a sharp lookout," he
admitted. "I suppose the trouble has got to begin soon, and it might as
well be to-day as to-morrow."

Fret Offut, whose stock of courage was small, turned pale, as he read the
brief message:

"You ain't going to keep on, Jack?"

"What else are we hired for? We should be the laughing stock of the
country if we stopped now."

"But this warning makes it different."

"Not a bit as I can see. We came up here expecting to take our chances,
and as for me it seems the bush-raiders have been very modest in opening
proceedings. It is too late for us to turn back. I--"

"No--no! Stop, Jack, and I will get off."

"If you don't get off until I stop you will ride into de la Pama. Now
don't be foolish and let that little piece of paper upset you. It was no
more than we expected. Keep a cool head and stand to your post.

"It may not be as bad as it threatens. But if you persist in leaving you
can do so when we have made this trip. I don't propose to be left in the
lurch by losing my fireman at a time I cannot afford to let him go."

Jack's quiet determination and assurance served to quiet Fret's fears, so
he said nothing further about quitting his duty.

After leaving St. Resa, the train, which was a mixed one, made up of two
passenger coaches and a dozen freight cars, had to stop at irregular
intervals, following which the road ran through a twenty-mile wilderness,
the most of the way rugged in the extreme.

It was during this part of the journey that Jack expected trouble if
anywhere, and as he approached the broken region he kept a sharp watch on
every hand.

Fret, though pale and trembling, kept his post.

"Give me every pound of steam possible," said Jack. "If we don't go
through Whirlwind Gap flying it will be because the old engine has lost
her cunning."

They were now rushing along at a tremendous rate of speed considering the
condition of the track, and the old engine rocked and lurched as if it
would leave the track at any moment. There were but a few passengers
aboard, for only those who were compelled to do so traveled during this
dangerous period. Jack knew there was a valuable freight behind him, to
say nothing of human lives, and he was determined to get into de la Pama
if it lay in his power.

Thus, with a full realization of the peril of his situation, he was
standing at his post, with one hand on the throttle and the other on the
reversing lever, peering intently ahead, taking in every object as they
sped furiously over the rails, when he suddenly beheld a sight which for a
moment fairly took away his breath.

They were swiftly approaching the foot of a high bluff, upon the top of
which he had discovered a dozen of the bush-raiders looking down upon him.
But they were not the most startling part of what he saw and heard.

As the train dashed madly under the rocky wall, above its terrific thunder
rang a deafening crash, and he saw with horror a huge bowlder coming down
the side of the cliff, directly toward the engine!

It had been loosened from its bed by the bush-raiders, and so well had
they timed their work that it would be impossible for the engine to get
beyond its reach before the rock should fall upon it!

It would be equally hazardous to try and stop the train.

Fret Offut had seen the appalling sight, and with a despairing cry,
feeling that it would be death to remain on the engine, he leaped far out
over the embankment.

"Fret!" cried Jack, but no answer came back to the call.

Jack North felt that it was all over with him, but true to the instinct of
his nature, he stood bravely at his post.

Chapter X

A Narrow Escape

With the wild cry of Fret Offut and the exultant yells of the bush-raiders
ringing in his ears above the thunder of the rushing train, Jack North
heard the ominous crash, of the descending bowlder, and saw with a dazed
look its swift approach.

The locomotive, throbbing and panting like a human being in a race for
life, was fairly flying along the winding track.

It all lasted but a moment, the downward rush of the deadly body, the
cries of exultation and despair, the lightning-like passing of the fatal
spot by the engine, and the ordeal was over as quickly as it had come!

The descent of the ponderous missile was swift and sure until a projection
on the side of the cliff was reached, when with a terrific concussion the
bowlder glanced. It suddenly shot outward like a cannon ball, and was
carried fairly over the engine into the gulch below.

Jack witnessed this miraculous movement with breathless eagerness
bordering upon terror.

The huge rock passed so near that it scraped the top of the caboose, and
the current of air it raised swept the boy engineer's cap from his head.

The train had got its length beyond the place before Jack could realize
that he had escaped.

The bush-raiders reminded him of it then, if he needed any further
notification, by a volley of bullets and renewed yells of rage.

Though some of the leaden missiles flew uncomfortably near his head, Jack
was unharmed, and as he was borne on by the iron horse around the next
curve in the track, leaving his enemies out of sight, he offered a prayer
of thankfulness for his providential escape.

Fret, he was certain, must have been killed by his mad leap from the
engine. As much as he would have liked to have gone back and looked for
the youth, he knew such a course would have been the height of folly.
Besides his own life to look after, there were the passengers who had
intrusted themselves to his care.

"Poor Fret! I could do no good now, and I must remember the others. If you
had only remained on the engine it would have been better for you."

To his infinite relief, Jack saw nor heard nothing further of the baffled
bush-raiders, who must have been greatly surprised at the escape of the
train with its rich freight.

At the first station, which was several miles away from the scene of the
outlaws' attack, the young engineer told of the loss of his fireman and
his own narrow escape from death, when an armed squad of men started to
search for the body of the missing youth, and to rout the bush-raiders if
they could be found.

Finding an assistant at this place, Jack finished his run to de la Pama
and then came back to this station, which was known as Resaca.

The relief party had not returned, but Jack was told that a bridge had
been found to be unsafe for the passage of the train, so he could not
reach St Resa that day, while it might be a week before the road would be
in a condition to resume his regular trips. But he was willingly allowed
to start after the relief party with the engine and one car, accompanied
by a dozen armed men.

They were approaching the bridge mentioned, when they met the others
coming back, bearing in their midst the lifeless form of Fret Offut.

Jack immediately stopped to have the body of his associate put on the car,
when he started on the return to Resaca.

The untimely fate of Fret Offut impressed him with the great uncertainty
of life. It was true the other had never been his friend, but now that was
forgotten and he felt a deep regret over the youth's sad end.

The return to Resaca was made in safety. In fact nothing had been seen of
the raiders since the start, and it was uncertain what might be their next

The following day Jack saw that Fret's body was given burial in a little
plot within sight of the low-walled church of this clustered settlement,
he being the only mourner.

"If I should fall in my hazardous work, I could not expect as much as poor
Fret gets in this land of strangers. The last bond between this wild
country and home seems to be broken. Little did we think of this, Fret,
when we anticipated that South American trip!"

The last sad duty done for Fret Offut, and finding that the bridge would
not be repaired inside of a week, Jack resolved to take a little outing on
his own account.

He still carried with him the paper so strangely found on Robinson Crusoe
island, and he was determined to make a search for the hidden treasure
which it mentioned.

Accordingly, mounted on a small but sure-footed and faithful pony, with a
supply of provisions, Jack set out on his uncertain journey without
telling any one his intentions, little dreaming of the result which was to
come of his secret movement.

He believed the mysterious island was nearly north of Resaca, so he shaped
his course in that direction, keeping a sharp lookout for any enemy that
might be in his pathway.

He was in the heart of the great dry region of South America, a district
of nearly a thousand miles in length, where rain seldom if ever falls, and
the country is afforded sufficient moisture by the sea vapors condensed on
the Andes and sent down upon the plains and lowlands. The desert of
Atacama lay many miles to the south, but as he progressed he often found
sections of the country without a thing growing upon the land, though
sometimes these spots were bordered by the most abundant growth he had
ever seen, even in that realm of grand forests and magnificent flora.

Everywhere, save on these dark patches of waste land, the vegetation was
on the boldest scale imaginable, the magnitude of the trees being simply
beyond the comprehension of him who had never seen them, while some of
even the largest were adorned with beautiful flowers, making them seem
like gardens of themselves.

On account of the density of the growth, Jack often found it difficult to
advance, and many times he was obliged to make long detours in order to
reach a certain point.

Zig-zagging about, always keeping his eyes open for bush-raiders, wild
beasts, and, above all, for the strange island, he had spent four days in
the wilderness, when he felt that it was time for him to think of
returning to civilization.

He had seen no sign of the looked-for body of inland water with its
treasure island, though the increasing presence of cinchona trees told him
that he was already ascending into the region of the Peruvian Andes.

"I am sure it is at the foot of these mountains that the strange island
exists," he thought, as he paused on the summit of one of the foothills of
the snow-crowned Monarch of Mountains. "But there is no sign of water, and
how can I expect to find an island where there is no water?"

The involuntary speech brought a smile to his lips. As he would explain
his thoughts, he said aloud:

"Somehow I got it into my head that there was a lake in this region, and
there I was to find my treasure island. But I have been a fool to look for
either. Come, Juan," patting the neck of his pony, "let us go back while
we have sense enough to do so."

But while he spoke he lingered around the place, as if there was some
strong fascination for him. It was a beautiful scene, made up almost
entirely of forest, but such a forest as only Peru, with its wonderful
natural wealth, can produce.

The trees were composed largely of rosewoods in all their varied beauty,
the giant quassia in all their hues and tints of foliage, with a
sprinkling of cinchona, lending a happy blending of more sober coloring,
while from the lowlands was wafted to him on the gentle breeze of that
tropical clime the perfume of the tinga.

The finger of silence lay on the lip of Nature, even the broad leaves of
the quassia rising and falling on the shifting breaths of air, without
that peculiar rustling sound generally belonging to the forest domain.

It was the most beautiful scene he had ever looked upon, and as he allowed
his gaze to slowly move around the encircling country, he found himself
looking down upon the strangest valley or mountain pocket he had ever

The singular feature of this isolated, wood-environed retreat was its
complete absence of all kinds of growth, except for a sort of silky grass
which covered its uneven surface like a rich carpet of the deepest green
tint. Near the centre was an oval elevation of rock and earth higher by a
few feet than knobs and miniature hills which dotted it elsewhere.

It was bare of vegetation, not even the silken tasia ornamenting its
sides, though a solitary tree did rise in lonely grandeur from its utmost

Jack uttered a low exclamation as he saw that this tree was a pimento.

In a moment his mind reverted to the description given in the strange
manuscript, but a look of disappointment succeeded his eager anticipation.

"What a fool!" he exclaimed. "That tree stood on an island--"

A rustle in the undergrowth arrested his attention at that moment, and,
before he could avoid the unexpected attack, a dark lissom body shot
through the air, to alight squarely upon his pony, that, with a snort of
terror, started madly through the growth.

Chapter XI

Under the Head of a Jaguar

Jack was nearly unseated by the sudden dash of his pony, and managing to
retain his position he was in imminent danger of being swept off by the
branches of the trees.

The deep growl of the creature at his back rang in his ears, and he could
feel the poor pony quiver in every muscle, as the fearful claws of the
brute were buried deep into its flesh.

This occupied but a moment's time from the attack of the wild beast to the
end of the pony's flight, but it was such a moment as Jack never forgot.

He had seen a precipice in the pathway of the terrified animal, but not in
season to stop the maddened creature or turn it aside, though he did make
a frantic effort to do so. As if bent upon its own destruction, the pony
made a suicidal leap down the precipitous descent.

The frightened creature struck upon its feet, but immediately fell over on

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