"There is but one man in the world who knows anything about this island;
in fact he is the only man living who has a right to name it."
"I should imagine that the inhabitant you speak of would have an equal
right," I observed.
"That is just where you make your mistake," said Torrence with a knowing
look. "Were he an ordinary man he might have; but under the
circumstances—hardly!"
"And what are the circumstances? Why should he not name it?" I
insisted.
"Because he is an idiot!" said Torrence.
I started.
"And how do you know that?"
"If I am wrong we shall soon find out. If I am right we shall equally
soon know it!"
He was searching the point of land with his glass, and seemed
disinclined to continue the subject, so with rather unpleasant emotions,
I concluded to wait for developments. It could not now belong before I
should know if there was any foundation for Torrence’s talk. Certainly
what he had said savored of lunacy.
We now bore down upon the island rapidly, and saw a rocky ledge
surmounting a narrow beach, where we concluded to land. The promontory
had a flat top, about thirty feet above the sea and we lowered ourselves
gently down upon it. Scarcely had we done so than Torrence said:
"We shall probably have to explore in order to find traces of our
inhabitant; and I wonder, therefore, if it would not be wiser to sail
around the island before disembarking. It would certainly save
trouble."
We concluded therefore to take a leisurely tour of discovery, and
ascertain the size and general contour before landing; and so without
further ado, we rose again, almost as soon as we had touched the ground.
The island was rocky, but not without vegetation, its arable parts being
carpeted with vivid green. There was also a quantity of small trees,
bearing a peculiar fruit, which neither of us had ever seen before.
Inland, it rose into billowy hillocks, to probably an elevation of a
couple of hundred feet, near the center. Its shores were indented with
a number of bays or inlets, some of which made considerable inroad upon
it. To the best of our judgment it was about four miles long, and of
very irregular width, as in places these inlets nearly cut it in two.
Thousands of pigeons flew out wherever we approached their rocky
nestings, but there appeared to be no other animal life.
"And where is your inhabitant?" I asked, when we had gone around the
greater part of the coast.
"We may not be able to find him at all," he answered; "I said we should
probably discover traces of him if we searched. For my part, I have not
given that up."
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