The Boy Scouts for Uncle Sam. Goldfrap John Henry

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      "Ugh! It gives me the shudders!" exclaimed Hiram.

      "It's not a cheerful sound certainly," agreed Rob.

      "Bom-boom; bom-boom," chimed the bell, waxing now faint, now loud, as the wind rose and fell.

      "I'd like to go aboard that boat and explore her," declared Merritt.

      "That's an opportunity you shall have," said the Lieutenant. "It is our rule to explore all such derelicts for a hint as to the fate of their crew before we consign them to the deep."

      Orders were given to check the speed of the Seneca and to prepare to lower a boat.

      "Are we to go?" chorused the Scouts eagerly.

      "Of course. Mr. Hargreaves will accompany you."

      "Aren't you going?" asked Rob.

      "No. It's an old story with me. While we are waiting for you, I will work out our position, which must go in with my report of the derelict's destruction."

      Five minutes later, in one of the Seneca's whale boats, the boys were skimming over the sea toward the melancholy old derelict. As they glided along, the bell kept up its monotonous booming with the regularity of a shore bell summoning worshippers to church.

      As the whaleboat was pulled around the derelict's stern they could see a name painted on the square counter, surrounded with many a scroll and flourish in the antique manner. These flourishes had once been gilded and painted, but the gilt and color had long since worn off them.

      "Good Hope of Portland, Me.," read out Rob. "What a contrast between her name and her fate!"

      "Bom-boom," tolled the bell as if in answer to him.

      "She must have been one of those old-time clippers that sailed round the Horn with Yankee notions for the Spice Islands and China, and came back with tea and other Oriental goods," opined Ensign Hargreaves.

      "She was a fine ship in her day, sir," ventured the old quartermaster who pulled stroke oar.

      "Aye, aye, Tarbox; in those days the American mercantile marine was a thing to be proud of," agreed the ensign. "To-day not one-tenth of the craft that used to fly the Stars and Stripes remain afloat. They have vanished and their keels sweep the sea no more."

      By this time they had arrived below the derelict's port main chains. From these several bleached ropes hung down, but all proved too rotten to support the weight of a Boy Scout, let alone a man. But by good fortune a chain, rusty, but still strong seemingly, depended from the bows of the old craft. This withstood a test, and, led by Ensign Hargreaves, the boys clambered on deck. Quartermaster Tarbox and the four sailors who had manned the oars were left in the boat.

      The boys' hearts beat a little faster as they stood on the forecastle of the abandoned Good Hope. Nor was this caused by the exertion of the climb altogether. There was something uncanny in standing upon that long-untrodden deck, while right below the break in the forecastle the bell kept up its doomsday-like tolling.

      The ensign's first task was to make fast a lanyard to the clapper of the dismal thing, and thereafter their nerves felt steadier. With the dying out of the clamor of the bell, a death-like hush fell over the abandoned ship. Only the rippling complaint of the water as she rolled to and fro broke the stillness. The boys actually found themselves talking in whispers under the spell that hung above the decks of the ill-fated Good Hope.

      "Let us explore that deck house first," said Ensign Hargreaves, and, followed by the boys, he started for the small structure which stood just aft of the wreck of the foremast.

      Little dreaming of the surprise that awaited them within, the boys followed, on tip-toe with curiosity and excitement.

      CHAPTER IV.

      A MYSTERY OF THE SEA

      The door of the deck house was closed. But the ensign opened it without difficulty, and with the boys pressing close on his heels he entered the place.

      Hardly had he done so before he fell back with a sharp exclamation. The next instant the boys echoed his interjection with a tone in which horror mingled with surprise. Seated at a table in the cabin was what at first appeared to be a man. But a second glance showed that, in reality, the figure was a grim skeleton upheld by its posture and still bearing mildewed and mouldy sea clothes.

      "What a dreadful sight!" cried Rob, shivering, although the day was hot.

      "Poor fellow!" exclaimed the naval officer. "He must have perished just as he sat. See, there is a paper under his hand, and there lies the pen with which he had been writing."

      He stepped forward to make a further examination, and the boys, mastering their instinctive dread of the uncanny scene, also approached the table.

      The writing beneath the dead man's hand was on a fragment of paper, yellowed with age and covered with scrawlings grown brown from the same cause. Mastering his repugnance, the ensign took the paper from under the skeleton's fingers that still rested upon it.

      "What is it?" demanded Rob.

      "Look at it for yourself," returned the officer after scrutinizing the document.

      Thus addressed, Rob took the mouldy screed while his chums looked over his shoulder curiously.

      "Why, it's nothing but a mass of figures," he exclaimed.

      "That is certainly so. Some sort of cipher, I suppose," struck in Merritt.

      "That's what it is, I imagine," agreed the ensign; "but see this cross marked in red ink in the midst of the figures! What can that be intended for?"

      "If you don't mind, I'll try to figure this out sometime," said Rob. "I'm rather fond of working cryptograms and such things. It will serve to pass the time, too, when we reach the Island."

      "That is perfectly agreeable to me," returned the officer. "If you can make anything of it, it may serve to solve the mystery of this ship. For that a mystery there is about the whole thing, I feel certain."

      "It does seem uncanny, somehow," agreed Rob; "the posture of this man, this strange writing! I wonder how he died?"

      "Impossible to say," rejoined the officer; "but let us investigate further. We may make some more discoveries."

      "I hope we don't make any more finds of this character," rejoined Rob with deep feeling.

      Reverently and quietly they made their way out of the presence of the dead mariner.

      Their next objective point was the poop of the vessel, where a high, old-fashioned quarter-deck upreared itself above the main deck. Port holes looked out from this, and the party of explorers rightly judged that here had been the living-quarters of the ship's officers. A door of heavily carved mahogany gave access to the space below the lofty poop-deck. Pressing through this, they found themselves in a dark, dingy-looking cuddy. The cushions of the lockers, which ranged along each side, were green with mould and in the air hung the odor of decay.

      A skylight above gave light to this chamber, and at its sides four doors, two to a side, opened off.

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