In the Wonderful Land of Hez; or, The Mystery of the Fountain of Youth. Shea Cornelius
it is all right,” shouted Leo.
“Fo’ de Lor’ sakes! Whar did youse done git de boat, Massa Leo?” asked the darky.
“We found her out here with two men in her,” returned Dick, as the prow of the craft struck the little island.
A line was thrown out, which Lucky quickly tied to a tree, and then the four sprang out upon the ground.
The darky still had the possum and coffee warm, and, as there was enough to go around, all hands did ample justice to the meal.
When supper was finished, Leo and Dick thought over the professor’s proposition, and, after a while, concluded to accept it.
The five sat about the fire for a long while, chatting over the matter, and finally, when they began to get drowsy, Leo suggested that they should turn in upon the bottom of the boat, leaving one man on guard for the first part of the night, and when his time was up, to make a change.
“I think it advisable to do this,” said he, “for we can’t tell what might happen while we slept.”
“A good idea,” promptly returned the professor. “Martin will take the first watch.”
“I will, sartin,” said the Yankee.
“And I’ll take second,” put in Dick. “To-morrow night some one else can have a show.”
This seemed to be satisfactory, so all turned in save Haypole, who, rifle in hand, sat down upon the ground near the boat, with his back to a tree.
He kept the fire burning brightly to keep prowling animals away, and listened to the regular breathing of his companions, who were soon fast asleep.
The hours flitted by.
Martin Haypole’s time was nearly up, and he was still seated in the position he had taken on commencing his watch.
Up to this time he had remained wide awake, but now he began dozing.
Suddenly he was brought to his full senses by hearing the crackling of a twig at his elbow.
The Yankee glanced hastily up, and was surprised to see the figure of a man within two feet of him.
Before he could make a move the stranger seized the rifle from his hands, and bounded from the spot with the speed of an antelope.
“Hey!” exclaimed Haypole, springing to his feet and firing his revolver at the retreating form. “Who in thunderation be you, anyhow?”
But a splash told him that the man had taken to the water.
CHAPTER III.
THE STONE CUBE AND THE OBELISK.
Three weeks later we find Prof. Remington Easy and his exploring party in the very heart of the great Everglades.
Had they not been possessed of a vast amount of pluck and endurance they would never have reached this far.
But to turn back was strictly out of the question to them, and this, coupled with the fact that they were completely fitted out for such an undertaking, was the secret of their success.
As Prof. Easy had expected, they found the central position of the swamp less dangerous to traverse. It seemed to be upon higher and more solid ground, and there was less water, and, consequently, less alligators to look out for.
It is a beautiful morning upon which we find them camped in a very picturesque spot.
The air seems purer than at any time since they entered the recesses of the unexplored region, and all appear happy and contented.
The stranger and his dog have not been seen during all this time, nor has any other human being, outside of their own party.
Each one of the swamp explorers has lost more or less flesh, though it cannot be said that Martin Haypole’s loss, in that respect, amounts to much.
Though a native of the Southern clime, Lucky has suffered the most.
He is worn down to a mere shadow, and had it not been for the professor’s store of medicines he would certainly have found a grave in the swamp.
As it is, he has just about pulled through by the “skin of his teeth,” as the saying goes.
Leo Malvern has just shot a swamp deer, and they are busily engaged in preparing some of the meat for their breakfast.
“Well, professor,” said the young fellow, looking up from his task, “I can’t say that we have made any great discovery yet, and I guess we are pretty near the heart of the Everglades.”
“I haven’t given up yet,” was the reply. “Here, examine this and tell me what you think of it.”
He produced a block of stone about two or three inches square from his pocket as he spoke.
Leo laid down the knife with which he was skinning the animal he had slain, and took the object in question in his hand.
“I found that lying upon the ground a few minutes ago,” went on the professor. “Have any of you lost it?”
He was promptly answered in the negative by all hands.
“Nature certainly never formed that,” said Leo. “Ah! there are marks upon it!”
The boy was right. Upon one side of the stone were several cuts, resembling, for all the world, Chinese hieroglyphics.
“That’s very strange,” remarked Dick.
“We are on the eve of a great discovery—mark my words, gentlemen,” said the professor, in a manner of excitement.
“I don’t see why,” ventured the Yankee.
“You don’t? How do you suppose this thing came here, then?”
“Somebody has been here afore, most likely.”
“That’s it, exactly; somebody has been here before, and those who have must certainly live in this neighborhood. Let us look about and see if we can find anything more.”
“Humph!” retorted Haypole; “suppose we do find something. What’ll it amount to, anyhow?”
No one vouchsafed a reply, and leaving Lucky to get the morning meal ready, Leo, Dick and the professor began carefully searching about the ground.
At length the Yankee became interested, and joined them.
But they looked about the spot where the professor had found the little cube for full half an hour, and not another thing could they find that seemed out of the way in the place.
“Well,” observed Dick, as they were called to breakfast, “I would keep the cube, professor, if I were you, and be very careful not to lose it.”
“Oh! you may rest assured that I will,” was the reply.
After the remains of the breakfast were cleared away, Leo arose to his feet and signified his intention of climbing a tree to see how the land lay.
Selecting a good, tall one, which was at the same time easy to climb, he went up.
The tree was nearly a hundred feet high, and the boy did not pause until he reached the top.
Then he prepared to take in the surrounding country.
The sun, which seldom found its way to the ground in the swamp, was shining brightly all around him, and Leo felt his spirits rise as if by magic.
“This is fine,” he muttered to himself; “but I can’t see much besides tree tops and cane brakes, after all. But it is worth ten dollars to have the sun shine on you five minutes like this. Ah, by George!”
He had just turned his gaze in a southerly direction as the