of the boats were loaded and sent to the shore, which was less than half a mile distant.
When these returned, the captain considered it no longer safe to stay aboard.
All hands tumbled into the boats and pushed off.
By the time they reached the shore the vessel was entirely enveloped in a pillar of flame, and though the sight was a truly grand one, the sailors did not relish it to any great degree.
"Well, boys," said the captain, sadly, "I have got enough money to pay you what wages are coming to you. I might as well do it right here, as we will never go aboard the good Mary Newman again."
He proceeded to count out the money, and each man was called up in his turn.
Van received seventeen dollars and fifty cents for the time he put in aboard the ship.
"Now, then," observed the captain, when all had been paid off, "I propose that we get in the boats and row up the river to a little town called Sonhow."
"To-night?" asked the mate.
"Yes; right away."
"How about hunting after the fellow who fired the ship?"
"There is no proof that anyone did do it. I believe the two who are missing were burned up before they could get out of the forecastle."
"Well, I don't," returned the mate.
"All right, Mr. Edwards," spoke up the captain, a little testily, "every one is welcome to his own opinion. If you want to start out on a wild-goose chase, why, go on; I am going to Sonhow."
All save three sided with the captain, and they at once started for the boats.
Those who remained were our hero, the mate, and a young sailor named Gregory.
Van was determined to try and find the trail of Doc Clancy, and the mate was with him because he liked the boy for his pluck and earnestness in hunting down the murderer of his uncle.
Gregory wanted to find the red-whiskered man, because the sailor who had been murdered was his half-brother.
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" called out the captain from the water's edge.
"We have decided to stay where we are till daylight," replied the mate.
"All right, then. Come down here and we will divide up the things, and as there are three boats, you may have one of them."
The three walked to the spot.
The main part of the burned vessel's cargo consisted of trinkets, calicoes, cheap jewelry, etc., to trade with the natives for various African products.
All that had been saved from the ship was four cases of these, a number of firearms, and a good supply of sea-biscuit and salt.
The three that decided to wait were given one of the cases, six rifles, a dozen revolvers, with ample ammunition for both, and a barrel of sea-biscuit and about one-fourth of a sack of salt.
"You might need the guns and pistols if you stay around this wild country very long," said the captain, as the two boats pushed off and headed up the river.
"Good-by!" cried Van. "We are going to find the man who burned the ship. Success to you all!"
The sailors gave a cheer, and in a few minutes the boats were lost in the darkness.
Our hero and his two companions then sat down in their boat and watched the still burning hull of the Mary Newman.
It must have been near midnight ere the hull sank from sight, and then the three lay down in the bottom of the boat and slept till sunrise.
Van, who was an excellent shot with the rifle, managed to shoot a couple of birds resembling partridges, and these made them a fair breakfast.
Then they pushed off their boat and started up the river.
They had not proceeded over a mile when they came upon the two boats which had left them the night before.
They seemed to be drifting down the river with not a soul in either of them, and curious to know what was the matter, they rowed toward them with all their might.
When they reached them, ejaculations of horror went up from all three.
In the boats were the dead bodies of the captain and those who had set out with him, literally hacked to pieces.
"Great God!" groaned Van. "Is this to be our fate, I wonder?"
Neither the mate or Gregory chose to answer his question, but pushed away from the horrible sight with all possible speed.
Just then a rifle shot rang out on the still morning air.
The mate threw up his arms and fell to the bottom of the boat.
Van seized his rifle and turned his gaze to the shore.
Standing at the edge of a clump of tall reeds was Doc Clancy!
CHAPTER V.
THE EXPLORING PARTY
As soon as Van Vincent beheld Doc Clancy on the shore of the river he raised his rifle to shoot the villain in his tracks.
But before he could cover him a chorus of yells rang out, and half a dozen white men and a score of blacks burst from the cover of the reeds and fired a volley at those in the boat.
This so disconcerted our hero that he toppled over backward and landed in a heap in the bottom of the boat.
Doc Clancy took it for granted that the boy had been hit by a bullet, and a shout of triumph left his lips.
But none of the shots fired from the shore had harmed our three friends. The mate, who had fallen first, had only been grazed on the side of his head by the bullet from Clancy's rifle.
As Van attempted to rise to his feet again, the mate cautioned him to lie still, and Gregory, who had already sought seclusion behind the thwarts, seconded the motion.
"Lay low," said the sailor, in a whisper. "We'll make 'em believe we are dead."
"That's our only show," added the mate. "If they leave us alone for a few minutes we'll drift out of range; ther tide is runnin' out like a race horse!"
But Doc Clancy and his villainous allies were not yet satisfied. A minute or so later our friends heard the creaking of oars in the rowlocks, and peering over the thwart, he beheld the murderer of his uncle, and the white men he had seen on the shore, rowing toward them with all their might.
He quickly told his two companions what he saw.
"We've got ter fight it out," observed the mate, grimly. "Git that barrel of hard tack an' ther bag of salt together; we'll git behind 'em an' commence it right away afore they git any closer."
Van and Gregory followed the mate's advice, and a minute later they opened fire upon those in the approaching boat.
Of course their shots were returned, but the bullets could not penetrate the barrel and sack of salt,
