THE ROVER BOYS Boxed Set: 26 Illustrated Adventure Novels. Stratemeyer Edward

more do I, but we can do nothing just now. Let us see what kind of a meal we can make out of the provisions brought to us."

      The prospect of a meal brightened up both lads, and they set to work with a will, and soon had coffee made. There were bread and butter and some canned beef and beans, and they ate heartily.

      The mate sniffed the coffee, and remarked that it seemed good.

      "Have a cup," said Tom cheerily.

      "No funny work, boy," and Cadmus looked at the boys suspiciously. "No break like that you tried on me before."

      "No, I won't run, honor bright," answered Tom, and then the mate took the coffee and drank it with much satisfaction.

      As he set down the cup he gazed fixedly at both Tom and Sam for several seconds. Then he drew himself up as if he had come to some mental decision.

      "I've got a plan to propose," he said slowly. "Do you want to listen or not?"

      "What sort of a plan?" asked both.

      "A plan to get you out of the clutches of Captain Langless and those Baxters," was the answer, which filled Tom and Sam with deep and sudden interest.

      CHAPTER XIX

       AN ASTONISHING DISCOVERY

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      "Are you willing to help us to get away?" cried Sam.

      "Under certain circumstances I am," replied the mate of the schooner. "Captain Langless didn't treat me square after you got away from me, and Andy Cadmus aint the tar to forget such a thing in a hurry."

      "What are your conditions?" asked Tom.

      "The conditions are two in number. In the first place, if I help you, will you promise, in case the plan falls through, that you will not tell Captain Langless what I did, but let him believe that you got away on your own hook?"

      "We'll promise that readily enough," answered Tom, and Sam nodded.

      "In the second place, if I get you away from them and see you to a place of safety, will you promise to help clear me in case those others are brought to trial?"

      "We will," came from both.

      "Is that all you want?" continued Tom.

      "Almost. But there is one other condition I forgot to mention."

      "I know what that is," said Sam. "It's money."

      "Correct, lad. It's money. I'm a poor man, and what little I have is on board the Peacock. Your father is rich. If I help you, it ought to be worth something to him."

      "How much?" asked Tom cautiously.

      "Well, say a couple of hundred dollars. I won't ask for too much."

      "You shall have the money," answered Tom quickly, "on condition you will aid us in bringing the Baxters to justice."

      "Then it's a bargain," and Andy Cadmus drew another long breath. "Now for the details of our plan."

      The mate sat down on a stone at the mouth of the cave and filled a pipe with tobacco, lit it, and fell to smoking thoughtfully.

      "The details ought to be simple enough," said Tom. "When you go back to the Peacock you can take one of the small boats, stock her with provisions, and then go off in her. Then we can join you."

      "It won't work, unless you have a fight with whoever happens to be on guard here — and that may mean trouble for you. I have a better scheme."

      "What's that?"

      "To-night, when I'm on watch, I'll stock one of the small boats and take her to shore and hide her in the bushes. Then, when I'm on guard again here, we can all cut sticks and take to the little boat."

      "Will you carry out the plan to-night?" asked Sam.

      "If I can."

      So it was arranged, and then the three talked over the details. Cadmus said it was a good ten miles to the nearest point of the mainland, but that he was certain he could steer almost a straight course thither.

      A couple of hours later one of the sailors from the Peacock came up, all out of breath, and told the mate to return to the schooner with all speed.

      "The cap'n wants ye," he said, but would not explain why.

      "What's the trouble?" asked Tom, when the sailor was on guard, but the newcomer refused to talk about the affair further than to say that he guessed Cadmus would not be back to do additional sentinel duty.

      "If that's the case, our plan to escape is knocked in the head," whispered Sam, as he and Tom withdrew to the fire. "Was ever there luck before!"

      "I move we try to escape without further delay," returned Tom. He was in a reckless mood.

      "Shall we tackle the guard?"

      "Let us try a bit of strategy," and then the pair held a whispered consultation lasting several minutes.

      Returning to the mouth of the cave Tom took up his position at one side and Sam on the other. Talking of things in general at first, they gradually put the sailor in good humor, and then turned on the subject of snakes.

      "That was a bad snake we killed," said Tom. "I sincerely hope there are no more around the cave."

      "Snakes are ugly things," said the sailor, shaking his head vigorously.

      "Ever see a sea serpent?" questioned Sam.

      "No. I reckon there aint none on the lakes, like there are in the ocean. I've got a cousin sails the Pacific. He's seen serpents lots o' times on the shores of them far-off islands."

      "I don't believe a sea serpent is half as bad as a land snake," continued Sam. "Why, that snake was enough to give a fellow the jim-jams, he was so long and slimy, and had such a bad look in his blazing eyes. He wound right around my leg and was just going to strike, when — My gracious! look at that snake behind you!"

      Worked up over what Sam was relating, and totally unconscious of the trick being played upon him, the sailor leaped up and turned around. As he did this, Tom came up behind him swiftly and pinioned his arms to his side. Then Sam rushed in and caught hold of the gun.

      "Hi, stop!" roared the sailor. "Let go! This aint fair nohow!"

      "Keep still, if you don't want to be shot," answered Tom. And he continued to hold the fellow, while Sam gave the gun a dexterous twist and got it loose. Then the youngest Rover aimed the weapon at the sailor's head.

      "Up with your hands," he said, as coolly as he could, although his heart was pumping like mad. Tom released his hold, and fearful of being shot, the sailor raised his hands as commanded. Then Tom picked up the ropes still lying near and proceeded to bind the sailor's legs together.

      The fellow wished to yell for help, but Tom's stern glance kept him silent.

      "Now what shall we do with him?" asked Sam.

      "Carry him into the cave," replied his brother. "Somebody else from the schooner is bound to come, sooner or later, and release him."

      "I don't want to go in with them snakes," said the tar. "Leave me out here."

      "There are no more snakes in there," said Tom. "We'll place you close to the fire, so you'll be comfortable and in no danger of either snakes or wild beasts."

      With this the boys lugged the sailor into the cave. They wasted no time, for there was no telling when some others of their enemies might put in an appearance.

      "Now which way?" asked Sam, when the pair were again outside. "I wonder how big this island is?"

      "Big enough for us to hide on, I imagine, Sam. Let us go in the opposite direction to which we came."

      They skirted the