Motor Boat Boys' River Chase Part 1

Motor Boat Boys' River Chase.

by Louis Arundel.

CHAPTER I

READY FOR THE START

"What are we waiting for, Commodore Jack?"

"Yes, I'm the last one to be in a hurry, boys, but it seems to me we ought to be getting away. The river ain't waiting up for us, you notice."

"Hold your horses, Buster, and count noses; perhaps you'll find that there are only five of us present."

"Huh! guess you're right, Josh Purdue; but what's become of Jimmie. I never heard a splash, and I don't see him swimmin', if he is a regular water duck. Water's too cold any way, this fine April day, for goin'

in."

"Why, Jack sent him back to the post office to see if there was any mail. He's thinking of George here, who's expecting a letter from that sweet little Southern girl he met last fall, when we were knocking around the Florida Keys in our motor boats, after coming down the coast."

"Rats! speak for yourself, Jos.h.!.+" exclaimed the fifth member of the party, whose name seemed to be George, and who was a nervous, active boy, one of those kind who are always wanting to do things in a hurry; "didn't I see you get a lavender colored letter only last week, and when I walked past him purposely in the post office, fellows, oh! my goodness! you ought to have sniffed the lovely perfume that oozed out of that envelope. Did Josh tear the end off? Not that I could notice; but he took out his knife, and cut it so carefully like, you'd think----"

"Sure we've got all the grub aboard, Jack?" asked the said Josh, who had turned more or less red in the face with confusion at being so unexpectedly attacked, "because it'd be a mighty tough thing to get snugly settled in the first camp of the season, and find you've gone and left that elegant home-cured ham to home."

"Our ham's safe, all right; I'm looking right at it now!" declared George, as he stared at the rosy face of Josh, and chuckled aloud.

"I've gone over the list, and checked things off, with the help of Herb here; and so far as we could tell, there's nothing missing. Things seem to be in good shape, after lying all winter in the boat-yard. And the engines work splendidly," was the report of the boy named Jack, to whom the others seemed to look as though he might have some right to that t.i.tle of "Commodore," being the chief officer of the motor boat club.

They were standing on the river bank just below a small town that was situated on the Upper Mississippi; and fastened to the sh.o.r.e by stout cables were three power boats of vastly different patterns.

One of them, owned by George Rollins, was a speed boat, narrow of beam, and capable of doing wonderful stunts in the way of annihilating s.p.a.ce, whenever the big powered motor chose to act decently, which happened more frequently in these days than in the past, when it used to give the skipper much trouble. This boat was known as a freak, and went under the name of the Wireless.

The second was a good, roomy craft, which George called a "punkin-seed,"

because it took up so much room. Herbert d.i.c.kson was the satisfied owner of this boat, and as it bore the name of Comfort, it may readily be understood that the captain was a quiet, una.s.suming lad, who as a rule minded his own business, and always wanted comfort before speed. Still, it had often happened that Herb got to his destination long before George, who spent so much time tinkering with his balky engine, while that of the roomy craft had never been known to act sulky, or quit business, but worked right along like a well-oiled clock.

The third boat was a happy medium between the other two, and went under the name of the Tramp. Jack Stormways held the wheel of this, and as a rule the absent member, Jimmie Brannagan, served as the crew. The Tramp was a reliable article, and probably better fitted for cruising than either of the others, when one wanted an all-round craft, capable of speed, and yet not cramped for room, or cranky in action.

These six lads had formed a club, and during the last two years had been able, by reason of fortunate circ.u.mstances whereby they came into a considerable sum of money, to make several long cruises.

These have been narrated at length in previous volumes of this Series, and the reader of the present book, who has not had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Jack and his chums up to now, and would know more about them, is referred to the earlier numbers for full particulars, with the a.s.surance that he will find an abundance of lively reading there.

Their first cruise had been down the Father of Waters all the way to New Orleans, where they had a mission to perform. After that they had the boats s.h.i.+pped to Clayton on the St. Lawrence; and for the better part of vacation time cruised among the Thousand Islands, and on the Great Lakes, going up through the wonderful Soo Ca.n.a.l, and seeing everything that was worth while in that enchanted region.

Then, in the winter, they were given a glorious chance to start down the Atlantic coast, taking the inside route away from the ocean, and reaching Florida after some of the most stirring adventures ever told.

And as their time had not been exhausted, they put in some weeks of pleasure in navigating among the Keys of the Florida peninsula, meeting with many stirring adventures, all of which have been faithfully chronicled for the reading of our boys.

And now, here were the Easter holidays come, and a little river excursion planned, down to a big island that lay some ninety miles or more below the home town, and which was an object of more or less curiosity to the pa.s.sengers on the river steamboats, because of the strange stories that were told about mysterious lights seen there, and queer noises that had been heard from time to time.

Fishermen sometimes stopped there, in several little old huts they had erected; but of late years they seemed to have rather abandoned the island for other more favored localities; declaring that the fis.h.i.+ng was no longer good there, and all that; but it was secretly pa.s.sed around that they had been frightened off through some means; and so the island had come to have a bad name.

These bold lads liked nothing better than to explore such a place, and learn for themselves whether there was any truth in the wild stories going around. There was always a sort of peculiar fascination for them in exploding silly stories about haunted houses, and mills, and all such things. On several occasions Jack and his five chums had just looked into such affairs, and proved how foolish the talk had been. And during the winter they had often talked about Bedloe's Island, and what people were saying about it; until finally some one proposed that when Easter came along, with more than a week of freedom from school duties, they take a run down the river, and camp there; fish and loaf, and just have the best possible time, in spite of all the ghosts that ever rose up from the grave when the solemn hour of midnight came around.

And here they were, only waiting for the return of Jimmie, when they meant to go aboard, cast off the lines, float out upon the swirling waters of the great river, and then starting their engines, go speeding down the current.

Although George, always in a hurry, might be expected to show impatience, even stout Buster, who was well named, had confessed to a feeling of anxiety to get started. They all loved this life on the water so much, that after being shut up between the walls of the high school building for some months now, five days in a week, they were just wild to be afloat.

"What d'ye suppose Clarence Macklin'd say if he saw our bully little flotilla all ready, with steam up, to start on this new voyage?" Buster asked, a few minutes afterwards, as they stood there, keeping an anxious eye toward the border of the near-by town, and along the river road which Jimmie would have to use to reach them.

This same Clarence had always been a thorn in the flesh of the motor boat boys ever since the club was started. He had certain habits that the others did not like, and when he applied for admission, it was no surprise that he had been black-balled.

After that Clarence, who was of a mean disposition, could never forgive Jack and his chums; and he had lost no opportunity to annoy them, often going to extremes in his desire to make them all the trouble that he could.

During their cruise down the Mississippi, and when upon the St. Lawrence and the Great Lakes he had bobbed up every little while, with his fast boat, known under the name of Flash, and there were times when Jack and his friends just hated the sight of that contemptuous face of Clarence Macklin.

So when Buster mentioned it now, the boys looked at each other, with a little anxious expression on their faces.

"Oh! I guess we needn't look for any more trouble from Clarence," Jack remarked. "He's kept clear of us all winter, you know; and perhaps he's let the whole thing drop. I hope so, anyway."

"Well, I know Clarence better than the rest of you," said Herb, "because I used to chum with him before I found better fellows to go with; and you can take it from me that when he's quiet, that's the time he's to be feared most of all, for he's sure to be hatching up mischief. That brain of his is never still. And ever since we got back from Florida he's been listening, second-hand, to the great stories we had to tell, and just eating his heart out with envy because he couldn't have been there too."

"Yes," put in Josh Purdue, with a frown, for he had had many unpleasant experiences with the said Clarence, and the mention of that name acted on him as a red flag would on a bull; "and I happen to know that Bully Joe, the feller Clarence still hangs on to for his crony, heard me tell a gentleman about the trip we expected to take during Easter holidays; and when I saw him running down the street so fast you could a-played marbles on his coat-tail, I just knew he was in the biggest hurry ever to tell Clarence all about it."

"Oh! then that explains why you've been keeping an eye out on the river so much all the time we've been standing here," remarked Jack. "Now, I thought you were only trying to figure on the strength of the current, and how long it ought to take us to drop down to Bedloe's Island."

"We'll be there before the sun drops out of sight; that is, wind and weather, and the engine of the Wireless permitting," said Josh.

"Now, never you mind about what my motor is going to do," spoke up George, who, in spite of all the tricks that had been played on him by his balky engine, still had an abiding faith in its ability to do wonders, and was always sure he had solved the combination that had been bothering him, this time for good. "I've been working a whole lot on that same machine since our last cruise down among the oyster reefs of Florida, and I'm dead sure I've got it fixed now so that she'll never go back on me again. P'raps she won't be quite as swift as before, but then I'm coming to the conclusion that speed ain't everything when you're on a long trip. You fellows used to take it so comfy, while I was always fretting, and worrying over my motive power."

"Hear! hear!" exclaimed Jack, "the old buccaneer has seen a great light, and is half converted right now. Chances are, Herb, he'll be offering to trade with you before long."

At that George looked daggers at the Comfort, riding like a contented duck on the water near by.

"Perhaps I may, when I want a tub," he said, severely; "but I don't think that day'll ever arrive, Jack."

"All the same," spoke up Josh, who had often been Herb's companion on the beamy boat, and knew the luxury of having plenty of room, without being told a thousand times to keep still, because he was rocking the boat; "I can remember the time when you were mighty glad to come aboard that same tub, and beg a breakfast from the skipper, because your silly cranky Wireless was out of commission or sunk. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, George. Time may come again when you'll feel like begging the pardon of that n.o.ble craft. Many's the happy day I've had while serving my time on her. She's a dandy, that's what."

"Thank you, Jos.h.!.+" said Herb, quietly; but there was a satisfied gleam in his eyes that spoke louder than words; for Herb really loved his boat, and took it to heart more than easy-going, reckless George imagined, when the scornful member of the club chose to speak slightingly of her.

Possibly George felt twinges of remorse, as his memory carried him back to certain occasions in the adventurous past; for he tossed his head, and went on to say:

"Oh! she's all right, for those who don't care anything about getting along in a rush; but you know I never could stand that sort of thing.

I'm too much a bundle of nerves. When I've set my mind on doing a thing I don't like to be kept waiting. Herb wouldn't fancy my boat any more'n I do his; and there you are."

"Well, we'll soon be off now," remarked Buster, joyfully.

"Yes, because there comes Jimmie," added Jack.

Jimmie Brannagan was an Irish boy, as his name announced. He was a sort of ward of Jack's father, who held some little money in trust until the lad came of age. His parents had been of a good family, and while Jimmie chose to talk in a species of brogue, that was amusing to his mates, he could really use as good language as any fellow, if he chose to exert himself. He lived with the Stormways, and was much in the company of Jack, being a warm-hearted boy, impulsive, and a friend who would stick through thick and thin.