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Both looked gloomy, though excited, and their gesticulations, as they talked with each other, led me to believe that they were discussing some serious event that had either happened, or was about to happen, to the Pandora. "Perhaps," thought I, catching hope with the thought, "perhaps there is a sail in sight a man-of-war with a British flag? perhaps the slaver is being chased?"
My apprehensions were simply that for months perhaps years I might never find an opportunity of escaping from the control of the fiends into whose hands I had so unwittingly trusted myself. Where was I to make my escape? The Pandora was going to the coast of Africa for slaves; I could not run away while there.
"Well, I can if you can't," said Pandora. "I'd have talked quick enough if you had spoken to me. I spoke to you first." "Yes, I remember that" and it affected him awkwardly. "You listened too much to Mrs. Dangerfield." He feigned a vagueness. "To Mrs. Dangerfield?" "That woman you were always sitting with; she told you not to speak to me. I've seen her in New York; she speaks to me now herself.
As Pandora raised the lid, the cottage grew very dark and dismal; for the black cloud had now swept quite over the sun, and seemed to have buried it alive. There had for a little while past been a low growling and muttering, which all at once broke into a heavy peal of thunder. But Pandora, heeding nothing of all this, lifted the lid nearly upright, and looked inside.
At a glance he would have recognised the debris of the burnt ship, from which he and his companion had so narrowly escaped, the slave-bark Pandora.
Ned Newton quickly caught up the page of the Sunday supplement and scanned the list of wrecks given there. "No mention of the Pandora here," he said. "No," agreed Mr. Hardley, "the story of this wreck is not generally known, and the story of the treasure she carried is hardly known at all.
The little boat lying farthest west was the gig of the Pandora, containing her brutal captain, his equally brutal mate, the carpenter, and three others of the crew, that had been admitted as partners in the surreptitious abstraction.
She had been a good boat in her time, but was now old and worn, and there was a rotten plank or two among her timbers. She was not the boat originally made for the Pandora. This had been lost in a gale; and the one now aboard was an old weather and water-worn veteran, hurriedly obtained for the voyage.
The children who had listened to the stories now crowded about the book shelves, eager for "any book about fairies," "a funny book," or "a book about animals." The little girl who had seen the fairies was not the only one who had fallen under the spell of the storyteller. "I always knew Pandora was a nice story, but she never seemed like a live girl before," said one of the older girls.
Some slight repairs were necessary to the electric motors, and they could be made only when the craft was on the open sea. This, too, would afford a chance to recharge the batteries and repair one of them. For the time being the search under the sea for the treasure ship Pandora had been abandoned. But it was not given up entirely. As Tom had announced to Ned, a new theory would be worked out.
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