IN WHICH HARRY FIGHTS A HARD BATTLE, AND IS DEFEATED
The sun was high in the heavens when the tired boatmen awoke.
Unaccustomed as they were to fatigue and late hours, they had been
completely overcome by the exertion and exposure of the previous
night. Harry was the first to recover his lost senses; and when he
opened his eyes, everything looked odd and strange to him. It was not
the rough, but neat and comfortable little room in the poorhouse which
greeted his dawning consciousness; it was the old forest and the
dashing river. He did not feel quite at home; the affair had been
divested of its air of romance, and he felt more like a runaway boy
than the hero of a fairy tale.
"Hallo, Ben!" shouted he, to his sleeping companion.
Ben growled once, and then rolled over, as if angry at being
disturbed.
"Ben! We shall be caught if you don't wake up. There, the clock is
striking eight!" and to give Ben a better idea of where he was, he
administered a smart kick in the region of the ribs.
"What are you about?" snarled Ben, springing to his feet with clinched
fists.
"Time we were moving. Don't you see how high the sun is? The clock has
just struck eight."
"No matter for that. We are just as safe here as anywhere else. You
kick me again, and see where you will be!"
"Come, come, Ben; don't get mad."
"Don't kick me, then."
"What are you going to do now?"
"That's my business. You do what I tell you, that's all you have to do
with it," replied Ben, imperiously, as he walked to the bank of the
river to survey the difficulties of the navigation.
"_Is_ it?" asked Harry, not particularly pleased with this
interpretation of their relations.
"You better believe it is."
"I don't believe anything of the kind. I ain't your nigger, anyhow!"
added Harry, with spirit.
"I'll bet you are."
"I'll bet I ain't."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll let you know what I am going to do."
"If you don't mind what I tell you, I'll wallop you on the spot."
"No, you won't"; and Harry turned on his heel, and leisurely walked
off towards the thickest of the forest.
"Where are you going?"
"Off."
"Off where?"
"Do you think I'm going to stay with you, to be treated like a dog!"
replied Harry, as he continued his retreat.
Ben started after him, but Harry picked up a stick of wood and stood
on the defensive.
"Now, if you don't come back, I'll break your head!" said Ben.
"Look out that your own don't get broke"; and Harry brandished his
cudgel in the air.
Ben glanced at the club, and saw from the flash of Harry's bright eye
that he was thoroughly aroused. His companion was not to be trifled
with, and he was ready to abandon the point.
"Come, Harry, it's no use for us to quarrel," he added, with a forced
smile.
"I know that; but I won't be trod upon by you or anybody else."
"I don't want to tread on you."
"Yes, you do; you needn't think you are going to lord it over me in
that way. I will go back to the poorhouse first."
"Let's be friends again, Harry. Throw down your club."
"Yes, and let you lick me, then! No, you don't!"
"I won't touch you, Harry; upon my word and honor, I won't."
"Humph! Your word and honor ain't worth much. I'll go back, if you'll
behave yourself; but I shall keep the club handy."
"Anyway you like; but let us be off."
Ben changed his tone, and condescended to tell Harry what he meant to
do, even at the sacrifice of his dignity as commander of the
expedition. An appearance at least of good feeling was restored, and
after breakfasting on their bread and cheese, they embarked again, on
what promised to be a perilous voyage.
For a quarter of a mile below, the bed of the narrow river was spotted
with rocks, among which the water dashed with a fury that threatened
the destruction of their frail bark. For a time they seriously debated
the question of abandoning the project, Harry proposing to penetrate
the woods in a northeasterly direction. Ben, however, could not
abandon the prospect of sailing leisurely down the river when they had
passed the rapids, making the passage without any exertion. He was not
pleased with the idea of trudging along on foot for thirty miles, when
the river would bear them to the city with only a little difficulty
occasionally at the rapids and shoal places. Perhaps his plan would
have been practicable at the highest stage of water, but the river was
now below its ordinary level.
Ben's love of an easy and romantic time carried the day, and Harry's
practical common-sense reasoning was of no avail, and a taunt at his
cowardice induced him to yield the point.
"Now, Harry, you take one of the paddles, and place yourself in the
bow, while I steer," said Ben, as he assumed his position.
"Very well; you shall be captain of the boat, and I will do just as
you say; but I won't be bullied on shore," replied Harry, taking the
station assigned him.
"All right; now cast off the painter, and let her slide. Keep both
eyes open."
"Never fear me; I will do my share."
The boat floated out into the current, and was borne rapidly down the
swift-flowing stream. They were not very skillful boatmen, and it was
more a matter of tact than of strength to keep the boat from dashing
on the sharp rocks. For a little way they did very well, though the
passage was sufficiently exciting to call their powers into action,
and to suggest a doubt as to the ultimate result of the venture.
They soon reached a place, however, where the river turned a sharp
angle, and the waters were furiously precipitated down upon a bed of
rocks, which threatened them with instant destruction.
"We shall be smashed to pieces!" exclaimed the foolhardy pilot, as his
eye measured the descent of the waters. "Let's try to get ashore."
"Too late now," replied Harry, coolly. "Put her through, hit or miss."
But Ben's courage all oozed out, in the face of this imminent peril,
and he made a vain attempt to push the boat toward the shore.
"Paddle your end round, Harry," gasped Ben, in the extremity of fear.
"We shall be smashed to pieces."
"Too late, Ben; stand stiff, and make the best of it," answered Harry,
as he braced himself to meet the shock.
The rushing waters bore the boat down the stream in spite of the
feeble efforts of the pilot to check her progress. Ben seemed to have
lost all his self-possession, and stooped down, holding on with both
hands at the gunwale.
Down she went into the boiling caldron of waters, roaring and foaming
like a little Niagara. One hard bump on the sharp rocks, and Harry
heard the boards snap under him. He waited for no more, but grasping
the over-hanging branches of a willow, which grew on the bank, and
upon which he had before fixed his eyes as the means of rescuing
himself, he sprang up into the tree, and saw Ben tumbled from the boat
into the seething caldron.
"Save me, Harry!" shouted Ben.
But Harry had to save himself first, which, however, was not a
difficult matter. Swinging himself from branch to branch till he
reached the trunk of the willow, he descended to the ground, without
having even wet the soles of his shoes.
"Save me! save me!" cried Ben, in piteous accents, as the current bore
him down the stream.
"Hold on to the boat," replied Harry, "and I will be there in a
minute."
Seizing a long pole which had some time formed a part of a fence
there, he hastened down the bank to the water's edge. The water was
not very deep, but it ran so rapidly that Ben could neither swim nor
stand upon the bottom; and but for his companion's promptness he would
undoubtedly have been drowned. Grasping the long pole which Harry
extended to him, he was drawn to the shore, having received no other
injury than a terrible fright and a good ducking.
"Here we are," said Harry, when his companion was safely landed.
"Yes, here we are," growled Ben; "and it is all your fault that we are
here."
"It is my fault that _you_ are here; for if I had not pulled you out
of the river, you would have been drowned," replied Harry,
indignantly; and perhaps he felt a little sorry just then that he had
rescued his ungrateful commander.
"Yes, and if you had only done as I told you, and pushed for the shore
above the fall, all this would not have happened."
"And if you hadn't been a fool, we should not have tried to go through
such a hole. There goes your old boat"; and Harry pointed to the
wreck, filled with water, floating down the stream.
"Here they are!" shouted a voice, not far from them.
Harry started, and so did Ben.
"We are caught!" exclaimed Ben.
"Not yet," replied Harry, with some trepidation, as he broke off a
piece of the pole that lay at his feet, and retreated from the river.
"Take a club, for I am not going to be carried back without fighting
for it."
A survey of the ground and of the pursuers enabled him to prepare for
the future. He discovered at a glance the weakness of the assailants.
"Take a club, Ben. Don't you see there is only one man on this side of
the river? and we can easily beat him off."
Ben took the club; but he seemed not to have the energy to use it. In
fact, Harry showed himself better qualified to manage the present
interests of the expedition than his companion. All at once he
developed the attributes of a skillful commander, while his
confederate seemed to have lost all his cunning and all his
determination.
"Now, let us run; and if we are caught we will fight for it," said
Harry.
The boys took to their heels, and having a fair start of their
pursuer, they kept clear of him for a considerable distance; but Ben's
wet clothes impeded his progress, and Harry had too much magnanimity
to save himself at the sacrifice of his companion.
It was evident, after the chase had continued a short time, that
their pursuer was gaining upon them. In vain Harry urged Ben to
increase his speed; his progress was very slow, and it was soon
apparent to Harry that they were wasting their breath in running when
they would need it for the fight.
"Now, Ben, we can easily whip this man, and save ourselves. Be a man,
and let us stand by each other to the last."
Ben made no reply; but when Harry stopped, he did the same.
"Keep off! or we will knock your brains out," cried Harry, placing
himself in the attitude of defense.
But the man took no notice of this piece of bravado; and as he
approached Harry leveled a blow at his head. The man warded it off,
and sprang forward to grasp the little rebel.
"Hit him, Ben!" shouted Harry, as he dodged the swoop of his
assailant.
To his intense indignation and disgust, Ben, instead of seconding his
assault, dropped his club and fled. He seemed to run a good deal
faster than he had run before that day; but Harry did not give up the
point. The man pressed him closely, and he defended himself with a
skill and vigor worthy a better cause. But it was of no use; or, if it
was, it only gave Ben more time to effect his escape.
The unequal contest, however, soon terminated in the capture of our
resolute hero, and the man tied his hands behind his back; but he did
not dare to leave the young lion to go in pursuit of his less
unfortunate, but more guilty, confederate.
"There, Master Harry West, I think you have got into a tight place
now," said his captor, whose name was Nathan Leman, brother of the
person to whom the boat belonged. "We will soon put you in a place
where you won't burn any more barns."
Harry was confounded at this charge, and promptly and indignantly
denied it. He had not considered the possibility of being accused of
such a crime, and it seemed to put a new aspect upon his case.
"You did not set fire to Squire Walker's barn last night?" replied
Leman, incredulously.
"No, I did not."
"Perhaps you can make the squire believe it," sneered his captor.
"I didn't do it."
"Didn't steal my brother's boat, either, did you?"
"_I_ didn't."
"Who did?"
Harry thought a moment. After the mean trick which Ben Smart had
served him, he did not feel very kindly towards him, but he was not
yet prepared to betray him.
"I didn't," was his reply.
Nathan Leman then conducted his prisoner to the river's side. By this
time the other pursuer, who had been obliged to ascend the river for a
quarter of a mile before he could cross, joined him.
"Where is the other fellow?" he asked.
"Couldn't catch him. This one fought like a young tiger, and I
couldn't leave him," replied Nathan. "If you will take Harry up to the
village I will soon have him."
The other assented, and while Nathan went in search of Ben, Harry was
conducted back to the village.
The prisoner was sad and depressed in spirits; but he did not lose all
hope. He was appalled at the idea of being accused of burning the
barn; but he was innocent, and had a vague assurance that no harm
could befall him on that account.
When they entered the village, a crowd gathered around them, eager to
learn the particulars of the capture; but without pausing to gratify
this curiosity, Harry's conductor led him to the poorhouse, and placed
him in charge of Mr. Nason.