Motor Boat Boys Down the Danube Part 1

Motor Boat Boys Down the Danube.

by Louis Arundel.

CHAPTER I

FOUR CHUMS ABROAD

"So this is the famous Budapest, is it, the twin cities of the blue Danube we've been hearing so much about?"

"Huh! doesn't strike me as so very much of a wonderful place. When you come to think of it, little old New York and Brooklyn can beat it all hollow so far as bustle and business go; even Chicago would run it a hot race."

"Now that's just like you, George Rollins, always ready to find fault, and throw cold water on everything. No wonder they've called you 'Doubting George' this long time back. There's always a flaw somewhere, you believe, and so you look for it right along."

"Between you and me, Buster, I don't think he ever will be cured of that nasty habit. Why can't he see the bright side of things once in a while, and be an optimist, like our chum and commodore, Jack Stormways?"

"Oh, you ought to know by this time, Josh, a leopard can't change its spots. I reckon our friend George here has spasms of reform once in just so often; but his weakness is ground in, and his resolves collapse, so he goes back to his old ways again."

"You don't say, Buster? Kindly take pity on my ignorance and tell me what there is so wonderful about this old Hungarian capital perched on the banks of the Danube and joined by bridges? I'm willing to have the scales taken from my eyes."

"Oh, well, first there's the river itself, not dirty water like most of our streams over in the States, but clear, and almost the color of the blue sky overhead."

"Sounds fine, Buster. Good for you; go ahead and open his blind eyes some more. It was always George's way to have his nose down over the engine of his Wireless motorboat, and never see a blessed thing around him. Hit him again for his mother, Buster."

"Then look at the clear atmosphere; the picturesque buildings hanging over the river banks; the queer shaped boats running back and forth; the remarkable costumes of these Magyars; and last, but far from least, that glorious August sunset painting the little clouds in the west crimson and green and gold. I tell you it's a scream of a place, if you've got any eyes in your head."

"Buster, you're a wonder at word painting, though I reckon you cribbed some of that stuff from the guide book. What do you say to it now, old If and But and Maybe?"

"Why, it looks good enough, I own up, fellows, but chances are all this is only on the surface. Scratch the veneer off when you go ash.o.r.e to-morrow, and prowl around, and you'll find Budapest just as rotten at the core as Chicago."

"Don't waste any more words on the growler, Buster. There's such a thing as casting pearls before swine, you know--not saying that our chum here is really and truly a _hog_; but all the same he grunts like one. Let's talk about our own affairs."

"Wonder if Jack will fetch a sheaf of letters back from the postoffice?

And say, I'm just a little mite anxious to learn how that spat between Serbia and Austria is going to turn out."

"All of us are, Buster, and have been ever since we read how the Grand Duke who was the latest heir to the Austrian throne after Francis Joseph was murdered with his wife by some Serbian hothead conspirators."

"Oh, as far as that goes, Josh, I figure that the game little bantam will have to take water and back down, after all this strutting around, just to show that Serbians have pluck."

"Don't be too sure of that, fellows," put in George; "you mustn't forget that Russia, yes, and France, too, are back of Serbia. There may be something more come out of this rattling of sabres in their scabbards than only a tempest in a teapot."

"Then it would be Russia and France against the two Teuton States,"

remarked the boy answering to the suggestive name of Buster; "and knowing how the Kaiser has been getting his country ready for a sc.r.a.p this long while, I'd bet on them to turn the trick."

George, despite his failings, seemed to have read up on the matter and be pretty well posted on facts.

"But there's always a big chance it wouldn't stop there," he announced, with an air of importance; "other countries would sooner or later be drawn into the scramble, because everybody believes there's going to be an Armageddon or great world war before the era of peace finally comes along."

"Just what do you mean?" demanded Josh.

"There's Great Britain, for instance; she's bound to France in some way, and may have to shy her castor into the ring. Then her ally in the East, j.a.pan, may choose to knock out Germany's holding in China, just to oblige. Besides, Italy must show her hand, and for one I can't believe she'll stand for her old enemy, Austria. And last, but not least, there's Turkey, hand in glove with Germany, besides all those sc.r.a.ppy little Balkan States, from Greece to Bulgaria and Rumania, who will fight just as they think their interests lie."

"Whee! but it would be a grand smash-up if all that comes off!"

e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Buster. "I'd sure hate to pay the bills. It'd take me some time to get enough of the long green together I sure reckon."

"Seems to me it's high time for Jack to be showing up," ventured Josh.

"I hope he hasn't run up against any trouble, being unable to speak even ten words of German, while the Magyar tongue is a sealed book to him."

"I hinted to Jack that perhaps I'd better be the one to go," said George, modestly, "because I know German fairly well; but he only laughed, and said there were lots of ways of communicating with a Hungarian as long as both parties had their hands to use and could wink and nod."

"Oh, well, while we're waiting for him here on our old powerboat that we chartered," said Buster, with a resigned air, "I'm going to take time to make out a list of groceries we want to lay in while we're at the capital. Goodness knows if we'll have a half-way decent chance to buy anything worth eating again before we strike the Serbian border, and then push on through Rumania to the Black Sea."

George and Josh also sought comfortable seats where they could lounge and watch in a lazy fas.h.i.+on the bustling scene around them; for there were dozens of quaint sights to be seen if one only used his eyes.

While the three lads are thus employed, awaiting the coming of their comrade who had gone to get their mail at the general postoffice, a few words of explanation concerning them may not come amiss.

These four boys belonged to a motorboat club over in the Middle West, their home being on the upper Mississippi River. There were two other members, who had not made the trip abroad, by name Herb d.i.c.kson and Jimmy Brannagan, the latter a ward of Jack Stormways' father.

Buster, of course, had another name, which was Nicholas Longfellow.

Nature had in a way played a sad joke on the boy, for, while a Longfellow by family relation, he was also pudgy and fat, always wheezing when exerting himself, but as jolly as could be, full of good nature, and willing to go to any trouble to help a friend, yes, or even an enemy.

Josh Purdue had a strain of the Yankee in him, for he was as sharp as a steel trap, though perfectly honest. As an all-round comrade Josh could not very well be excelled.

George Rollins was a good-enough chap too, though he complained at times, and was so inclined to want to be shown that his friends had dubbed him "Old Missouri" and "Doubting George."

These six boys had gone through a good many lively times together, as they possessed three motorboats of different models, called the Wireless, a cracky craft built for racing, and which gave George, the skipper, much trouble; the Tramp, which Jack commanded; and the beamy Comfort, run by Herb d.i.c.kson.

It would be utterly impossible for us to undertake to mention a t.i.the of their interesting and thrilling escapades while cruising in these boats. If the reader who has made their acquaintance for the first time in this volume desires to know more about these happenings, he is referred to the six earlier books in the Motorboat Boys' Series, all of which can be easily procured.

As to just how the interesting quartette of wide-awake American boys came to be running down the historical Danube River in the late summer of nineteen-fourteen, that can be easily explained.

Some of their parents were well-to-do, and as school would not begin this year until some time in October or November, it was at first suggested in a spirit of fun, and then debated as an actual possibility, that they coax their folks to let them go abroad for a season.

Needless to say that as the lads had considerable money in the treasury, thanks to their having been instrumental in capturing some bold bank robbers who had run away with the funds of an inst.i.tution, they were finally able to gain their folks' consent.

Then came the question of what they would like to do most of all. By this time they had come to be such cruisers that they could not bear the thought of following in the footsteps of the general run of European tourists. Any one could read all about the cities in the magazine accounts, as well as the many books of foreign travel.

It was Jack who made a startling proposition that caught the fancy of the other three from the first.

He had lately been reading an account of a canoe trip made by an English gentleman all the way down the Danube from its source in Germany not far from the Rhine, through Austria-Hungary, along the Serbian border, and then through Rumania until he finally reached the Black Sea, and brought up at Constantinople.

The account was so vividly written up that it appealed strongly to Jack, and his proposition was that they make their way to some place further down the beautiful river than his starting point, charter some kind of a motorboat, and continue the voyage. They could thus get to the Turkish capital in good time after a most interesting trip, take a steamer to London, and come home in that way.

Well, the more they talked it over the stronger grew the inclination to enjoy a water voyage through a most interesting country, the praises of which they had seen sung in many an account they managed to unearth at the library.

Eventually this was just what the daring quartette had done. They were lucky enough to get hold of a pretty fair powerboat that would accommodate four sleepers with some crowding. This they had fitted up to suit themselves, for long experience in camping out had made them wise in many particulars. And, Buster considered this the most important part of the whole business, they had found a little kerosene blue-flame stove something like those they owned at home, upon which many of their future meals were likely to be cooked.

The party had only been a short time on the way when they brought up at the Hungarian capital, where it was planned to spend a couple of days prying around; for they had reason to believe they would run across no large city save Belgrade in Serbia until they crossed the Black Sea and came to Constantinople.