CHAPTER III.
THE SEALED ORDERS.
For a brief space Motor Matt and Cassidy stood looking down at theprostrate form crumpled at their feet. The captain had been stricken sosuddenly that they were astounded.
Cassidy took a look through the periscope and lashed the wheel; then hehurried to help Matt, who was lifting the unconscious man to a longlocker at the side of the room.
"He ain't never been right since he was sick in New Orleans," mutteredCassidy. "He jumped into work before he was well enough."
The captain's former illness had been of a peculiar nature. An idol'shead, steeped in some noxious liquor that caused the head to give offa deadly odor, was, according to his firm belief, the cause of hissickness. Carl had also come under the influence of the poisonous odor,but it had had no such effect upon him. However, no two persons areexactly alike, and sometimes a thing that will work havoc with one mayhave no effect upon another.
"His heart action is good, Cassidy," said Matt.
"He's a sick man for all that," replied the mate. "I've noticed forseveral hours he was nervous like. We'll have to take him ashore atBelize, and you'll have to be the captain while we're doing the workthat's to be done."
There was an under-note in Cassidy's voice that caused Matt to give hima keen look. The mate was a good fellow, but he was second in command,aboard the _Grampus_, and it was quite natural for him to expect to bethe one who stepped into the captain's shoes.
"You heard what Captain Nemo, Jr., said?" asked Matt.
"Sure, I did," returned the mate gruffly.
"I had not the least notion he was picking me for any such place."
"He's a queer chap, the cap'n is," said Cassidy, averting his face andgetting up from the side of the locker. "I'll go get him a swig ofbrandy--maybe it'll bring him round."
When Cassidy returned from the storeroom with the brandy flask, Mattcould hardly avoid detecting that he had himself sampled the liquor.Matt was disagreeably surprised, for he had not known that the mate wasa drinking man.
While they were forcing a little of the brandy down the captain'sthroat, Dick and Carl came into the periscope room.
"Vat's der madder mit der gaptain?" asked Carl, as he and Dick crowdedclose to the locker.
Matt told of the illness that had so suddenly overtaken the master ofthe submarine.
"Shiver me, but it's main queer!" exclaimed Dick.
"For the last hour," went on Matt, "the captain's hands have been likeice and his face pale. I knew he didn't feel well, but I hadn't anyidea he was as bad as this."
"Tough luck!" growled Cassidy.
"Will we need a pilot to take us into Belize?" asked Matt.
"We can't get very close to the town, but will have to lay off and goashore in a boat. I know the place well enough to take the _Grampus_ toa safe berth."
"Then you'd better go up in the lookout, Cassidy, and see to laying usalongside the town."
A mutinous look flickered for an instant on Cassidy's weather-beatenface. He hesitated, and then, without a word, turned away and climbedinto the conning tower.
A moment more and the captain had revived and opened his eyes.
"How are you feeling, sir?" queried Matt.
"Far from well, my lad," was the answer, in a weak voice. "Are we offBelize?"
"Not yet, sir, but we are drawing close."
"We are close enough so that we can read the second half of our sealedorders."
The captain lifted a hand and removed from the breast pocket of hiscoat a sealed envelope, which he handed to Matt.
"Open it, Matt," said he, "and read it aloud."
The young motorist paused.
"Captain," said he, "wouldn't Cassidy be the right man for carrying outthe work that brought us into these waters? He is the mate, you know,and I think he expects----"
"Cassidy is here to obey orders," interrupted the captain. "Cassidyhas a failing, and that failing is drink. No man that takes his liquoris ever to be depended on. As long as I'm around, and can watch him,Cassidy keeps pretty straight, but if I'm laid up at Belize, as Iexpect to be, I prefer to have some one in command of the _Grampus_whom I can trust implicitly. Read the orders."
Matt tore open the envelope and removed the inclosed sheet.
"On Board U. S. Cruiser _Seminole_, at Sea.
"CAPTAIN NEMO, Jr.,
"Submarine _Grampus_.
"SIR: Acting under orders from the Secretary of the Navy, I have the honor to request that the _Grampus_ lend her aid to the rescue of United States Consul Jeremiah Coleman, who has been sequestered by Central American revolutionists, presumably under orders from Captain James Sixty, of the brig _Dolphin_, who is now a prisoner in our hands. Mr. Hays Jordan, the United States consul at Belize, will inform you as to the place where Mr. Coleman is being held. This is somewhere up the Rio Dolce, in a place inaccessible to even gunboats of the lightest draught, and it is hoped the _Grampus_ may be able to accomplish something. Present this letter to Mr. Jordan immediately upon reaching Belize, and be guided in whatever you do by his knowledge and judgment. I have the honor to remain, sir,
"Your most obedient,
"ARTHUR WYNEKOOP, Captain Cruiser _Seminole_."
A movement behind Matt caused him to look around. Cassidy had descendedquietly from the conning tower and was steering the ship entirely bythe periscope.
"We are off Belize, sir," announced Cassidy, "and two small sailboatsare coming this way. We are to anchor at the surface, I suppose?"
Matt did not know how long the mate had been in the periscope room, butsupposed he had been there long enough to overhear the instructions.
"Certainly," said the captain.
Cassidy touched a jingler connected with the engine room. The hum ofthe motor slowly ceased.
"Get out an anchor fore-and-aft, Speake," the mate called through oneof the speaking tubes.
"Aye, aye, sir," came the response through the tube.
A little later a muffled rattling could be heard as a chain was paidout through the patent water-tight hawse hole. Presently the rattlingstopped, and the _Grampus_ shivered and swung to her scope of cable.More rattling came from the stern, and soon two anchors were holdingthe submarine steady in her berth.
"I want you to go ashore, Matt," said Captain Nemo, Jr., "and see theAmerican consul. Find a place where I can be taken care of; also, showthat letter to the consul and tell him you are my representative.Better take Dick with you."
"Very good, sir," replied Matt.
A bluish tinge had crept into the pallor of the captain's face. Matthad been covertly watching, and his anxiety on the captain's accounthad increased. The captain must be taken ashore as quickly as possibleand placed in a doctor's hands.
"Come on, Dick," called Matt, starting up the conning tower ladder.
With his chum at his heels, Matt crawled over the rim of the conningtower hatch and lowered himself to the rounded steel deck.
The port of Belize, nestling in a tropical bower of cocoanut trees, wasabout a mile distant. Owing to her light draught, the _Grampus_ hadbeen able to come closer to the town than other ships in the harbor.The submarine lay between a number of sailing vessels and steamboatsand the line of white buildings peeping out of the greenery beyond thebeach.
Two small sailboats, manned by negroes, were approaching the _Grampus_.Matt motioned to one of them, and her skipper hove-to alongside, caughta rope thrown by Dick, and pulled his craft as near the deck of thesubmarine as the rounded bulwarks would permit. A plank was pushed overthe side of the sailboat, and Matt and Dick climbed over the liftingand shaking board.
"Golly, boss," grinned the negro, "dat's de funniest boat dat I everseen in dis port. Looks like er bar'l on er raft."
"Never mind that," said Matt, "but lay us alongside the wharf as soonas you can."
The two negroes comprising the sailboat's crew were Caribs. They talkedtogether in their native tongue, every wo
rd seeming to end in "boo" or"boo-hoo."
"A whoop, two grunts and a little blubbering," said Dick, "will give afellow a pretty fair Carib vocabulary. What ails Cassidy?"
"I think he sampled the flask of brandy when he brought it to thecaptain," replied Matt.
"That was plain enough, for he had a breath like a rum cask. But itwasn't that alone that made him so grouchy. There's something else atthe bottom of his locker."
"Well, he's the mate," went on Matt, dropping his voice and turninga cautious look on the two negroes, "and I suppose he thinks CaptainNemo, Jr., ought to have put him in command. To have a fellow like mejumped over his head may have touched him a little."
"Mayhap," murmured Dick, "but it's a brand-new side of his characterCassidy's showing. I never suspected it of him. Do you think thecaptain's trouble is anything serious?"
"I hope not, Dick, but I'm worried. The sickness came on so suddenly Ihardly know what to think."
"Probably he has some of the poison from that idol's head still underhis hatches. Main queer, though, that he should be so long getting overit, when Carl cut himself adrift from the same thing so handsomely."
"Things of that kind never affect two people in exactly the same way."
The negroes brought their boat alongside the wharf. As Matt paid fortheir services, and climbed ashore, Dick called his attention to the_Grampus_. Cassidy could be seen on the speck of deck running the Starsand Stripes to the top of the short flagstaff. The other sailboat, tothe boy's surprise, was standing in close to the submarine.
Having finished with the flag, Cassidy could be seen to throw a rope tothe skipper of the sailboat, and then, a moment later, to spring aboard.
"What does that move mean?" queried Dick.
"Give it up," answered Matt, with a mystified frown. "Probably we shallknow, before long. Just now, though, we've got to think of the captainand send off a doctor to the _Grampus_."
Turning away, he and Dick walked rapidly to the shore and on into thetown.
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