The Rover Boys on the Plains Part 2

"Don't you dare to shoot!" yelled the man, and lost no time in sliding from his seat and out of sight.

At that moment those on the houseboat felt a slight shock, and then the craft's headway was checked.

"What's up now?" cried d.i.c.k.

"We're aground, that's what's the matter," muttered Captain Starr.

"Those rascals ought to suffer for this!"

In a moment more the big raft had pa.s.sed the houseboat. The latter now began to swing around with the current.

"I hope we are not stuck in the mud for good," grumbled Fred Garrison.

"Look! look!" burst from Sam's lips. He was pointing to the raft.

"What's up now?" came from several of the others.

"Unless I am mistaken, Dan Baxter is on that raft."

"Baxter!" exclaimed Tom.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"He was sitting on that pile of boards in the rear. As soon as he saw me, he slid out of sight."

"Are you sure it was Baxter?" questioned Songbird Powell.

"If it wasn't him, it was his double."

"If it was Baxter, we ought to try to catch him," suggested Fred.

"I don't see how we are going to catch anybody just now," sighed d.i.c.k. "We are stuck hard and fast."

"Oh, d.i.c.k, are we really aground?" questioned Dora.

"We are that," said Captain Starr.

"Is there any danger?" asked Nellie Laning, who had joined the others, accompanied by her sister Grace.

"No immediate danger, miss. It depends on whether we can get off or not."

"We'll have to get off," said Tom decidedly.

"Rub a dub dub!

We're stuck in the mud As hard as hard can be!

Shall we ever, Or shall we never, Set the houseboat free?" came softly from Songbird Powell.

"Great Caesar, that's a fine thing to make a rhyme about," returned Sam reproachfully.

"Let's make Songbird wade out in the mud and shove us off," suggested Tom, with a wink at his companions.

"Wade out in the mud?" cried the youth who was given to rhymes. "Not much!"

"Mud bath is the finest thing in the world, Songbird," went on Tom.

"Bound to cure hay fever, warts, squint-eye and lots of things."

"Then you go take it yourself," murmured Songbird.

"We'll have to get out the rowboat and see if we can't pull her off,"

said Captain Starr.

"Yes, and the sooner the better," said d.i.c.k. "If we wait, we may get harder aground than ever."

It did not take long to let the rowboat over the side of the _Dora_, as the houseboat was named. Then d.i.c.k, Sam, Tom and Fred got in to do the rowing, while the others remained on the houseboat, to try what they could do toward poling off. A line was made fast between the rowboat and the _Dora_, and the boys began to pull away with might and main.

"Is she moving?" asked d.i.c.k, after several minutes of hard pulling.

"Not yet," answered Captain Starr. "Keep at it, though."

"Let us s.h.i.+ft some of the heavy things on board," suggested Songbird, and this was done. Then the boys rowed with all their might and those on the houseboat used their poles to the best advantage.

"Hurrah! she vos coming!" shouted Hans. "Dot's der time vot you did sometings, ain't it!"

"Keep at it, boys!" came from the captain. "We'll be all right in a few minutes more."

"Mind you, we don't want to tow the houseboat down to New Orleans,"

said Tom, who was perspiring freely in the warm sun.

"There she goes!" came a moment later. "We are all right now," and a little hurrah went up.

"I wish I had those lumbermen here--I'd give 'em a bit of my mind,"

said Sam, who felt tired out from the hard rowing. "It was all their fault."

"Of course, it was their fault," answered d.i.c.k. "More than likely, though, we'll never meet them again."

"What an awfully long nose one of them had."

"I don't believe that fellow was a lumberman. He wasn't dressed like the others and didn't act like them."

The rowboat was soon placed aboard of the houseboat once more, and the _Dora_ continued on her course down the river. All told, a half hour had been lost, and the lumber raft was scarcely a speck in the distance.

"I'd like to know for certain if that was Dan Baxter on board," said d.i.c.k to Sam. "If it was, and he saw us, he'll do his best to make trouble again."

"Well, the best we can do, d.i.c.k, is to keep our eyes open."

"Do you think that lumber raft will tie up somewhere below here?"

asked Tom.