When the schooner2’s freight had been “toted” ashore3, a rousing fire was made to limber up the stiffened4 cruisers, and then, the dew still sparkling on the waxen palmetto scrub, all hands turned in to prepare breakfast. This over, and it was yet hardly full sun up, hasty preparations were made for the first day’s program—an excursion out on the gulf5 for deep sea fish—tarpon, if luck ran with them.
Hal alone remained behind. With a box of food and a pot of cold coffee, the remainder of the party was off for the home of the grande écaille, or the silver king of all game fishes.
As a result of their recent good fortune, each boy had new and special tackle, split bamboo rods about eight feet long, with large multiplying[214] click reels that would hold two hundred yards of stout6 linen7 line. For a half hour before starting, Jerry had been busy catching8 mullet with a hand line, and his efforts gave the fishermen a bucket of bait.
Sailing southward to the “wash” between Greater Anclote and its Keys, Captain Joe headed for the outer Keys. Just beyond these, in anchorage, the sails were dropped, and, the Three Sisters sleepily riding the gentle gulf swell10, the eager fishermen began operations.
Baiting their hooks with mullets, Mac on one side of the boat and Tom on the other, the young sportsmen cast their bait as far out as possible, let it sink to the bottom, and then began the long wait.
“I reckon they bite accordin’ to their size,” remarked Bob, after a quarter of an hour’s unfruitful interval11.
“Never you mind,” retorted Tom. “Real Tarpon fishermen wait a week sometimes.”
“An’ then don’t get nothin’,” added Mac.
“I could get a bucket of perch12 up on Lake Michigan in this time,” yawned Bob.
The two fishermen sneered13 in disdain14.
“Just you wait,” exclaimed Tom. “If we do[215] have any luck, this old boat’ll be the busiest place you evah saw fo’ a few hours.”
“A few hours?” shouted Bob. “And we’ve got to sit here suckin’ our thumbs all that time? Not on your life. I’ll take a snooze.”
Jerry followed his example. Twice, while the two idle boys slept, curled up in the vacant cockpit with a loose sail stretched to ward9 off the sun, Captain Joe hoisted15 anchor, and, with the jib, changed the position of the schooner searching for a possible school. Suddenly, about eleven o’clock, Tom had a strike.
For an instant, he was in doubt. Then the unmistakable leap, with its shower of silvery spray, left no question. As his line disappeared and Tom’s reel began to hum, there was swift action on deck. Captain Joe sprang to the main sail and yelled for Jerry. Mac reeled in his line with speed and then tumbled aft to the wheel.
In the excitement, Bob and Jerry appeared. All sail was made, and the chase of the silver king was on.
“Haul in on him—haul in,” shouted Bob.
“Go suck your thumb,” said Tom.
“Shoot him,” yelled Bob. “He’ll jump off the hook. Lemme help.”
“Go on, finish your snooze,” laughed Tom. “Keep away. This is my fish.”
“They’re bitin’, Mac,” continued Bob, growing more and more excited. “Where’s your pole? Lemme have it? I can get one, I’ll bet.”
Mac, laughing, explained that the etiquette16 of tarpon fishing demanded that when a fish is hooked, boats and other fishermen near by shall up anchor and keep out of the way. Bob, charged with excitement, forgot all about “sucking his thumb” or snoozing. As Captain Joe and Mac manoeuvred the boat in pursuit of the darting17, struggling fish, and Jerry stood near the perspiring18 Tom with a gaff handy, Bob hung over the rail or ran back and forth19, eager to assist and finding nothing to do. It was Tom’s first “silver scale,” but all his angling skill on Perdido waters led up to this supreme20 combat. Despite his thumb stall, the sizzling wet line soon wore through the skin of his thumb, but he gave no heed21. At one point, after a moment’s quiet, the desperate fish made a sudden dash and leap. Tom’s reel went off like an explosion. The handle caught the boy’s thumb with a glancing blow, and, like a knife, snipped22 the skin off his knuckle23.
Instantly, the blood welled out over his hand, mixed with the salt water running down his bared arm and then reddened his shirt.
Bob sprang forward with his handkerchief.
“Keep away from me,” shouted Tom. “This is my fish, and I’m goin’ to land him.”
“Yo’ all’s bleedin’ to def,” panted Jerry. Mac and Captain Joe smiled. They knew that only death itself could come between a real tarpon fisher and his prize.
“Keep those kids off me, Mac,” savagely24 exclaimed Tom. “Put ’em in the hold.”
At a quarter to one o’clock, the battle was over. The sails were dropped again, and Captain Joe, not Jerry, sank the gaff into the conquered fish. As Tom’s rod and reel dropped on the deck and the exhausted25 boy fell backwards26, four willing pairs of arms pulled his victim into the boat. It was six feet, seven inches long, and weighed one hundred and fifty-three pounds.
A shot in the spinal27 column, and the monster fish was dead. With its last flop28, the panting Tom crawled to its side and pulled off one of its largest and most brilliant scales.
“Help yourselves, boys,” he said, his face[218] aglow29 with the pride of conquest. “Get a few souvenirs, and then throw him overboard.”
“Not much,” protested Mac. “That fish is goin’ in to Tarpon Springs to be weighed and registered. He’s a record fish.”
“Throw him overboard?” almost shrieked30 Bob. “What do you mean? Aren’t we goin’ to keep him?”
“Why keep him?” laughed Tom. “He ain’t fit to eat. Take a couple of scales. That’s all you can do with a tarpon, except to lick him.”
But Mac’s proposal was carried out. The schooner was headed shoreward. The chase had carried the boat five or six miles seaward, and the Keys were just in sight.
Hal, in the camp, had a long day of it. Awake by midday, he immediately began the work assigned him in carrying out the brilliant idea conceived by Bob the evening before, one of the reasons he had remained ashore. Securing a piece of light colored wrapping paper, he charred31 the edges of it until it was about a foot square. Then, after prolonged search, he found a red pasteboard box which he soaked in water until he had some carmine32 fluid. With this and a stick, he laboriously33 inscribed34 something on the charred sheet.
This done, he took a small wooden box, placed a lemon in it, and then carried the box to Oak Tree Point. Here, he stepped off a certain number of paces in line with the trees and digging a hole in the sand about three feet deep, deposited in it the box and the lemon.
It was six o’clock when the Three Sisters reached the cove again. The tale of the battle with the tarpon came first, and then the evening meal. It was well after eight o’clock when Bob, lighting35 a candle, asked Jerry to follow him into the tent.
“Jerry,” began Bob, solemnly, “I suppose you know the time’s up.”
“Yo’ mean dat ole colored pirate’s papah?” asked Jerry, nervously36.
“I certainly do,” said Bob positively37. “But I know you didn’t find it. Jerry, you lied to me. You told me you wrote what the Black Pirate said on regular paper. You didn’t!”
“No, sah. Ah tole de truff. It was reg’lah papah—writin’ papah.”
“And you lost it?”
“Mistah Bob, Ah been sarchin’ ever’whar. Ah cain’t fin’ hide nur hair o’ dat writin’.”
“We’ll take you over to the mainland in the morning and leave you,” said Bob decisively.[220] “You’ll have to get home the best way you can—walk, I reckon.”
Jerry’s mouth curved, and he began to whimper.
“That is,” went on Bob, “unless you confess you were telling a story.”
“No, sah, Mistah Bob, no sah. Dat ole colored pirate he shore ’peared to me prezackly like I tole you. Ah ain’t tell no lie.”
“Well,” announced Bob, “we won’t believe it unless you show the paper. Off you go in the morning—no airship for you, and no more camp.”
Jerry’s whimper turned into a sob39. But at that moment, Tom and Hal, who had been listening, rushed into the tent.
“What’s this mean?” began Hal holding out the charred paper. “Here’s a paper with something on it in blood.” Jerry’s sobs40 stopped short, and his eyes began to grow big. “Captain Joe says he found it under Jerry’s blanket in the schooner.” The colored boy’s eyes popped open until the whites looked like little moons.
“Ah ain’t—” he began, but Bob stopped him and grasped the red smeared41 sheet. “Jerry,” he exclaimed in an alarmed voice, “is this[221] yours? Why it’s signed ‘Black Pirate’. Is this the paper you had?”
“Ah—” he began, and then stopped open mouthed.
The three boys crowded over the mysterious looking sheet, and appeared to be puzzling out its contents.
“That’s what it is all right,” commented Tom in a low voice.
“Certainly tells all about it,” added Hal.
“But that isn’t ‘reg’lar paper’,” said Bob.
“Mebbe—” began Jerry, making a bold front.
“Maybe what?” snapped Bob.
“Mebbe,” said Jerry with dry lips, “mebbe dat ole sword man done change dat papah on me. What’s de writin’ writ38 dar? Dat papah ain’t familiar to me, but Ah knows what de writin’ was.”
Bob handed the trembling colored boy the blood written sheet, and held the candle aloft. Jerry, his hands shaking and his lips trembling, managed to read:
“Anclote Key. Oak Tree Point. Fifty paces in line of trees east. Treasure. Dig, alone, at midnight.
“Black Pirate.”
As Jerry finished, he looked up and began to blubber. With him, it was any port in a storm. Never in his life had he acknowledged to telling a lie. With a gulp43 and clearing his throat, he said:
“Dar’s a hoodoo on dat papah, but dem’s de words prezackly ’at Ah done took down. Yas, sah, Mistah Bob, dat’s what he said.”
“I guess he must be tellin’ the truth boys,” announced Bob at once. “There’s something strange here, but I reckon Jerry’s all right. Jerry, I apologize for thinkin’ you were telling a lie.”
“Oh, dat’s all right, Mistah Bob. We all gwine make mistakes. Ah cain’t hardly blame yo’ all. But Ah reckon yo’ done belieb me now.”
“We certainly do,” said Hal. “But I wish I had your luck.”
“Mah luck?” repeated Jerry, puzzled.
“Yes,” added Mac. “A chance at the treasure you are going to find at midnight.”
“Treasuah? Me? Midnight?” cried the colored boy, in sudden alarm.
“Certainly,” exclaimed Bob, in apparent surprise. “You don’t mean you aren’t goin’ to dig it up?”
“All alone?” wailed44 Jerry, who, like all colored folks when they seek buried treasure, preferred to be fortified46 with rabbit’s feet, dried frog skins or the powdered bones of an owl42. “Ah done gib yo’ all a chanst to go wif me.”
“It reads ‘alone’,” explained Bob, with a straight face. “You ain’t scared, are you?”
“Who? Me scairt? Ah ain’t scairt, but Ah reckon dey is ’nuff gold fo’ all of us.”
“We wouldn’t think of it,” explained Hal. “This is a message to you from your relative. If he can change that paper, he could strike us dead. I wouldn’t go near it.”
Jerry shifted his feet nervously. “Mebbe dat ole pirate lyin’ to me,” he ventured, with new nervousness.
“Well, you can’t lose,” argued Bob. “If you do as he says and don’t find anything, that’s his fault—not yours. Anyway, you’ve convinced us that you’re tellin’ the truth.”
“Yas, sah,” spoke47 up Jerry, with sudden determination to carry his bluff48 to the end. “Whar’s de shubble?”
After three hours of tedious waiting, in which time Jerry’s companions sat about the flickering49 campfire and discussed grewsome and ghastly tales of bewitched pirate gold, the boys[224] announced the hour of the search. The colored boy, trembling and speechless, was given the lantern and dispatched on his quest.
No sooner had he taken the path along the west shore of the island than the three jokers, carrying a white sheet, a freshly loaded revolver and Captain Joe’s conch shell, lit out with racehorse speed along the east beach for the ridge50 slope opposite the big oaks. Captain Joe followed in the rear, but even he was concealed51 behind the rise of ground when the faltering52 Jerry could be made out gingerly approaching the little wave swept inlet at the foot of the oaks.
“Don’t spoil everything now by making a noise until he finds it,” suggested Tom. “And then give him time to see what he has. Then I guess we’ll cure him of pirates and treasure and lying.”
Then something happened. By the time the colored boy reached the trees, he had forgotten how his own fabrication had started the search. The paper in his pocket began to have a real significance, and, when he arrived at the scene of his search, his simple reason deserted53 him. He was on an actual, real quest for buried[225] pirate gold. The Black Pirate had suddenly become real.
Jerry’s plan of action had been suggested by the boys. To get his fifty paces in line with the two trees, he stationed his lantern behind the trees and then, his shovel54 held like a weapon, he was seen to emerge from the shadows of the oaks. In the full moonlight, he was coming forward, with long, precise strides, glancing backwards from time to time to see that he kept the lantern out of his line of vision, by which he knew that his progress was straight to the east. He had advanced but a dozen or so full strides when Hal whispered excitedly:
“He’s steppin’ twice as far as I did. He’ll pass the box!”
What was to be done? Nothing—unless the boys revealed their presence.
“If he misses it, we’ll send him out again,” whispered Tom.
“Let him dig awhile, anyway,” suggested Bob, in a low voice. “Then we’ll give him a scare, if part of the joke is on us.”
“I should say not,” hastily added Hal. “He’s got to find that lemon, or—”
But he had to stop. The long-strided Jerry was too close for further talking.
“Fo’ty-eight, fo’ty-nine, fifty,” the intent Jerry called. As he finished, he thrust his shovel into the sand, and the boys could see him fumbling55 in his pockets. In a moment, he produced and lit a candle. Sticking it in the sand, he carefully expectorated on his hands, and the first shovelful56 of sand flew over his head.
Tom, shaking with laughter, glued his mouth to Bob’s ear and whispered: “Why not let him have it now? He ain’t goin’ to find the box.”
“Let him get up a perspiration,” whispered Bob. “It’ll do him good.”
In all his life, the shiftless Jerry had probably never done as energetic work as followed in the next five minutes. The loose sand seemed to fly through the air as if coming from a spout57. The colored boy was soon knee deep in a hole, mumbling58 a negro chant. Then his knees disappeared.
“It’s a shame,” said Hal, in the faintest whisper, as he crawled in between the other boys, who were rolling on the sand, holding their hands over their mouths.
“Ssh!” came almost inaudibly from the prostrate59 Captain Joe.
The Colored Boy Was Soon Knee Deep In a Hole.
Three heads popped above the ridge. Jerry was almost out of sight in his excavation60. As the boys held their laughter, the form of the treasure seeker suddenly hurled61 his shovel from the hole. Then the active Jerry sprang out, caught up his candle and rolled into the excavation again.
“Somethin’ doin’,” remarked Captain Joe, in a little bolder voice, as Bob, Tom and Hal eagerly rose to their knees.
“He’s tired,” exclaimed Bob, in an excited whisper. “Get ready.”
Quickly drawing his revolver, Tom caught up his sheet and Hal thrust the conch shell to his lips. As the pandemonium62 rang out, and Tom sprang up with his ghostly sheet, Jerry rolled out of the hole. A piercing cry of alarm rose from the colored boy, and with one wild look behind, he fled toward the beach. Again a pistol shot rang out, and Hal sounded a wail45 on the conch. “I’m Black Pirate’s ghost,” yelled Tom, starting forward.
“Let him go,” shouted Bob, laughing, “he’s got enough.”
“He got something,” broke in Captain Joe. “He fine something.”
“Got something?” repeated Bob.
“He got something he found,” added Captain[230] Joe. “Ain’t no lemon, neither,” he concluded, dryly.
There was a moment’s silence, and then Hal, lowering his conch shell, said in a peculiar63 voice:
“Do you reckon we’ve been horned?”
They had.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
cove
|
|
| n.小海湾，小峡谷 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
schooner
|
|
| n.纵帆船 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
ashore
|
|
| adv.在(向)岸上，上岸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
stiffened
|
|
| 加强的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
gulf
|
|
| n.海湾；深渊，鸿沟；分歧，隔阂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
linen
|
|
| n.亚麻布，亚麻线，亚麻制品；adj.亚麻布制的，亚麻的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
catching
|
|
| adj.易传染的，有魅力的，迷人的，接住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
ward
|
|
| n.守卫，监护，病房，行政区，由监护人或法院保护的人（尤指儿童）；vt.守护，躲开 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
swell
|
|
| vi.膨胀，肿胀；增长，增强 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
interval
|
|
| n.间隔，间距；幕间休息，中场休息 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
perch
|
|
| n.栖木，高位，杆；v.栖息，就位，位于 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
sneered
|
|
| 讥笑，冷笑( sneer的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
disdain
|
|
| n.鄙视，轻视；v.轻视，鄙视，不屑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
hoisted
|
|
| 把…吊起，升起( hoist的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
etiquette
|
|
| n.礼仪，礼节；规矩 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
darting
|
|
| v.投掷，投射( dart的现在分词 )；向前冲，飞奔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
perspiring
|
|
| v.出汗，流汗( perspire的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
supreme
|
|
| adj.极度的，最重要的；至高的，最高的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
heed
|
|
| v.注意，留意；n.注意，留心 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
snipped
|
|
| v.剪( snip的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
knuckle
|
|
| n.指节；vi.开始努力工作；屈服，认输 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
savagely
|
|
| adv. 野蛮地，残酷地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
exhausted
|
|
| adj.极其疲惫的，精疲力尽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
backwards
|
|
| adv.往回地，向原处，倒，相反，前后倒置地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
spinal
|
|
| adj.针的，尖刺的，尖刺状突起的；adj.脊骨的，脊髓的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
flop
|
|
| n.失败(者)，扑通一声；vi.笨重地行动，沉重地落下 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
aglow
|
|
| adj.发亮的；发红的；adv.发亮地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
shrieked
|
|
| v.尖叫( shriek的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
charred
|
|
| v.把…烧成炭( char的过去式)；烧焦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
carmine
|
|
| n.深红色，洋红色 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
laboriously
|
|
| adv.艰苦地；费力地；辛勤地；（文体等）佶屈聱牙地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
inscribed
|
|
| v.写，刻( inscribe的过去式和过去分词 )；内接 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
lighting
|
|
| n.照明，光线的明暗，舞台灯光 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
nervously
|
|
| adv.神情激动地，不安地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
positively
|
|
| adv.明确地，断然，坚决地；实在，确实 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
writ
|
|
| n.命令状，书面命令 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
sob
|
|
| n.空间轨道的轰炸机；呜咽，哭泣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
sobs
|
|
| 啜泣（声），呜咽（声）( sob的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
smeared
|
|
| 弄脏； 玷污； 涂抹； 擦上 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
owl
|
|
| n.猫头鹰，枭 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
gulp
|
|
| vt.吞咽，大口地吸（气）；vi.哽住；n.吞咽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
wailed
|
|
| v.哭叫，哀号( wail的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
wail
|
|
| vt./vi.大声哀号，恸哭；呼啸，尖啸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
fortified
|
|
| adj. 加强的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
bluff
|
|
| v.虚张声势，用假象骗人；n.虚张声势，欺骗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
flickering
|
|
| adj.闪烁的，摇曳的，一闪一闪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
ridge
|
|
| n.山脊；鼻梁；分水岭 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
concealed
|
|
| a.隐藏的，隐蔽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
faltering
|
|
| 犹豫的，支吾的，蹒跚的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
shovel
|
|
| n.铁锨，铲子，一铲之量；v.铲，铲出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
fumbling
|
|
| n. 摸索,漏接 v. 摸索,摸弄,笨拙的处理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
shovelful
|
|
| n．一铁铲 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
spout
|
|
| v.喷出，涌出；滔滔不绝地讲；n.喷管；水柱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
mumbling
|
|
| 含糊地说某事，叽咕，咕哝( mumble的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
prostrate
|
|
| v.拜倒，平卧，衰竭；adj.拜倒的，平卧的，衰竭的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
excavation
|
|
| n.挖掘，发掘；被挖掘之地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
hurled
|
|
| v.猛投，用力掷( hurl的过去式和过去分词 )；大声叫骂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
pandemonium
|
|
| n.喧嚣，大混乱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
peculiar
|
|
| adj.古怪的，异常的；特殊的，特有的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |