“We ought to pick up the trail before long,” said the captain.  “We’ll probably find the boats in some of these gullies where the water comes close up; but they couldn’t very well cover their tracks if they pulled the boats out, and they wouldn’t be minded to be so careful, not looking for anybody to be after them this early.”

The captain and I kept close together, sneaking along with our pistols cocked, quiet as possible.  Rajah brought up the rear, and in this formation we marched along, alert for danger.  At times the rustle of a bush in the breeze put us on our guard, and we crouched down with muscles tense and pistols raised; or the flutter of a bird over our heads, or the shrilling of an insect, or the creak of a tree sounded an alarm which would delay us.  But Rajah’s sense of hearing was very keen, and whenever we stopped from such sounds he would grin at us and push on ahead.  We trusted a great deal to his woodcraft, for he was at home in the jungle.

Riggs was a few yards ahead of me when I saw him stop abruptly and motion me forward with a gesture of caution.  He pointed through the bushes, and as I crept up I saw a white patch through a tangle of green leaves.

“It’s a boat,” he whispered.  “It’s here they made their landing and we’ll have to go slow now.  Maybe Buckrow or some of the others are about, sleeping or keeping watch.”

We crawled up carefully, letting Rajah go ahead to scout.  We found both boats hidden in a patch of colgon grass, screened from the sea by a rank growth of vines and young bamboo.  The boats were covered with freshly cut palm-leaves and a litter of dead, dry vines pulled from an uprooted tree.  There was a little inlet running right up into the jungle, so the pirates had had little trouble in getting the boats ashore, using a block and tackle on a convenient cocoanut-palm.

The grass and bamboo thicket were well trampled, and we could see the marks in the moist ground where the sacks of gold had been piled.  One of the sacks had evidently burst, for we picked up several gold coins in the mud, and found a sail-needle in a loop of twine where they had repaired the sack.

“Now,” whispered Riggs, when we were sure none of the pirates was lurking about, “we’ll take the plugs out of the boats and hide them and the oars, and take a look around to see where our lads have gone.  It’s no easy job to go very far with that gold, and they won’t hurt themselves with work, knowing they have plenty of time and thinking there is nobody to be after them.”

We took the oars and boat-plugs quite a distance away up the beach and buried them in the sand opposite a tree of peculiar formation, and then began to skirt the territory around the boats to pick up the trail of the pirates.  We found where several bamboo poles had been cut close to the dry, rocky bed of an old stream, and the remnants of ropes.

“They cut these poles to pack the sacks away,” said Riggs.  “Their cache can’t be far away and we’ll have to work like cats now.”