ABSENCE MAKES THE ISLAND QUIET
"It's all right," Townsend sputtered as he crawled ashore. "I was just
thinking of something sad; I feel better now. It was one of the finest
races that I never saw."
"It would have been a good race," said Pee-wee with a frown indicative
of withering scorn, "only they had to go and break it up. _Just
because we moved_--do you call that an argument? _We_ ought to get the
silver cup, that's what _I_ think. They could have--have--headed us
off, couldn't they? The rule said they had to go around this flag, it
didn't say anything about where the flag would be. That's a
teckinality. Anyway, I'm glad we're rid of them."
"We seem to be making port," said Townsend. "I don't know just where
we are. I think if we were to cut up through these woods--You girls
want to get to the Edgemere trolley, I suppose?"
"That's the idea," said one of them.
"Well, then, let's see," Townsend ruminated.
"I'll take you to the trolley," Pee-wee shouted, as the island gave
evidence of an intention to bunk into the east bank of the river.
"Because I know how to find my way in the woods--scouts have to know
all those things--I can tell by moss and hop-toads and things, which is
east and west. I'll take you to the trolley. If we should get lost in
the woods I know how to cook bark so you can eat it, only scouts don't
get lost. So do you want me to take you to the trolley?"
Brownie was about to whisper his disapproval of this to Townsend but
Townsend cut him short. "Let him do it," he said; "if he stays here
he'll make a hunter's stew. We can put one over on him by cooking
supper while he's gone. Safety first. If he goes ashore they may get
lost, if he stays here we're _all_ lost."
"True," said Billy.
"Absolutely correct," said Brownie.
"That's what you call an argument," said Roly Poly.
"It's a teckinality," said Nuts.
"Discoverer," said Townsend, "the patrol thinks that you are the proper
one to escort our guests to the Edgemere trolley."
"Isn't that perfectly _lovely_!" said one of the girls.
"If the woods should wander away while you're in them," said Townsend,
"send up a smoke signal and we'll come and rescue you. Don't hurry
back, Discoverer; remember, these girls come first of all. We'll tie
the island to a tree and have a game of mumbly peg. You'll find us
here when you get back."
"Well," said Townsend, after he had securely fastened the island to
shore by a piece of rope, "let's make hay while the sun shines and get
supper. In an hour or so it may be too late. After all our adventures
I feel that another hunter's stew----"
"If the island saw another hunter's stew it would run away," said
Brownie.
"We've had quite a week of it, hey?" said Billy.
"Yes, I don't think I've ever been around so much in a week before,"
said Townsend; "I feel like a pinwheel."
"Or a top," said Brownie.
"Something like that," said Townsend. "Well, Joe, what do you think
of us?" he added, sprawling on the ground as was his wont. The others
began preparations for supper.
"How about some spaghetti?" Roly Poly asked. "Could you eat some
spaghetti?"
"I might if I were coaxed," said Townsend. "How about you, Joe?"
Townsend had made it his religious duty all through that week to
consult Keekie Joe about every meal, and indeed about everything that
was to be done. He jealously saw to it that Joe had a voice in
everything. Not that any of them denied Joe these rights, but Joe felt
out of place among these strange boys and the boys sometimes forgot
about him.
It was exactly like Pee-wee to drag poor Joe head over heels into
scouting, and then forget all about him. It was exactly like Townsend
Ripley to take the poor little hoodlum quietly in hand and be his
friend and sponsor. He treated him always as an equal and as a
comrade. What the others forgot, he remembered.
He agreed with Joe, or disagreed with him, as pals will agree and
disagree. He always took him seriously. He allowed Joe to teach him
to play craps and then said he didn't see much fun in it, and such was
his magnetic power over poor Joe that Joe said he didn't see any fun in
it either. And there was an end of it.
So it was with all the wretched hoodlum games and tricks that poor Joe
had known; one by one they failed in the test, and he became ashamed of
them. It is no wonder that Keekie Joe worshipped this keen, easy-going
patrol leader, who seemed to be no leader at all. Even Pee-wee was
sacrificed in the good cause and Townsend made fun of Pee-wee for
Keekie Joe's amusement.
As they sprawled about the fire that Saturday night, the last night but
one of their outlandish vacation, and ate spaghetti from tin platters,
the trend of the talk showed somewhat the effects of the week's outing
upon the poor little derelict of Barrel Alley.
"Seems good sitting here and not eating hunter's stew, doesn't it?"
said Townsend in his funny way. "I never realized how much I enjoyed
not eating hunter's stew. I shall always love hunter's stew for the
pleasure it has given me when I didn't eat it. I suppose the
Discoverer ought to be getting back pretty soon."
"Unless those girls took him to Edgemere," said Brownie.
"I don't think they'd do that, they spoke well of Edgemere," said
Townsend.
"There's no telling where he'll drift to," said Nuts.
"Please don't talk about drifting," said Townsend. "The way I feel
about drifting I don't ever want to look at a snow-drift. I can't even
listen to the drift of a person's conversation. How about _you_, Joe?"
"De Discov'r's all right," said Joe, loyally.
"I wouldn't say he's all right," said Townsend; "but when he's wrong
he's at his best. That's what _I_ think, Joe."
"He's always at his best," said Brownie.
"Except when he's at his worst," said Townsend, "and then he's best of
all. That's logic, as he would say. I wonder what he'll bring back
with him. Let's each guess; I guess a carpet sweeper. How about
_you_, Joe?"
Joe only smiled, but did not venture a guess.
"I guess an alarm clock and a headlight from an automobile," said
Brownie.
"I guess part of a floor lamp--the shade part," said Billy.
"I guess--I guess," said Nuts; "let's see--I guess some chicken wire,
part of a typewriter machine and a megaphone."
"You're all wrong and I'm right as you usually are," said Townsend; "he
will bring back----"
"Let's go in swimming," said Brownie.
"Good idea," said Townsend. "Joe, I'm going to teach you to swim."
Now it was right then that Keekie Joe said something which surprised
them all. And it was just that little remark which showed the effects
of the week's outing upon his simple mind. He had certainly not
received any particular training or instruction; he had been in some
measure a participant but mostly a bashful and amused witness of his
companions' adventures and a silent listener to their talk.
He had heard them all speak of their parents and of how this or that
plan might be approved or disapproved at home. He had heard them
discuss whether their parents would probably expect them home on Sunday
night or early Monday morning. Perhaps it was not a sense of dutiful
obedience, but rather a certain budding pride in the bosom of Keekie
Joe, which caused him to make the remark which surprised them.
He would let them know that he too had a parent, though no one had
thought to speak of his parents. If he could not have clothes like
them at least he could have obligations like them. Perhaps the true
spirit of obedience was not in him. But the point is that the poor
little wretch had discovered a certain pride within himself and wished
to boast of a restraint which a week previously he would have ignored.
He too had someone who was interested in his goings and comings. So he
said,
"Me mudder sez I dasn' go swimmin' widout she leaves me."
It was strange how Keekie Joe, who had disregarded his poor mother's
wishes on so many occasions, should present her now to his new friends.
He did not have any of the things which they had, bicycles, tents,
cooking sets, radio sets; but one thing he had as well as they, a
mother. And so he used her as they used theirs. He played her as his
only card.
"Me mudder sez I dasn' go swimmin' widout she leaves me."
"Good for you, Joe," said Townsend, "I'll see your mother next week and
fix it. _And you do just what she told you to do till then_. You've
got the right idea, Joe." And he hit Joe a good rap on the shoulder in
his friendly way . . .