LAUNCHING THE BOAT
For a moment Tom did not answer, but stared at Jack as if he could not
believe what his chum said. Then our hero asked:
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. Take a look for yourself,” and Jack moved over so that
Tom could have a glimpse into the other car.
“It’s those chaps, sure enough,” spoke Tom. “This is a great go! Sam
Heller and that nuisance Nick Johnson on the same train with us, and
the prospect of meeting Professor Skeel when we get to camp. I don’t
like this!”
“Neither do I,” agreed Bert. “But we can’t help it.”
“Do you think those two fellows are going to meet that mean professor
you spoke of?” asked Dick.
“I hardly imagine so,” answered Jack. “Mr. Skeel wasn’t any too
friendly with even Sam Heller, though Sam was more in his class than
the rest of us. No, I guess it’s just a coincidence, that Sam and his
crony are on this train. But I’d like to know where they got on, and
where they’re going.”
“They must have boarded the train before we did,” explained Bert, “for
I’ve been looking out of the window at every station we came to since
Briartown, and I didn’t see them hop on.”
“That’s right,” agreed Jack. “Come to think of it now, Sam lives in
Newtonville, and that’s not far below your town, Tom. Nick was probably
visiting Sam, and the two are off on a trip together.”
“Yes, but where are they going?” persisted Tom. “I hope, if they’re
going camping, that they don’t pick out any spot near us. There’ll be
sure to be trouble if they do. I won’t stand for any more nonsense from
either Sam or Nick.”
“And I don’t blame you,” declared Bert.
“There’s one way to find out where they’re going,” suggested Dick Jones.
“How?” asked Tom.
“Ask ’em.”
“That’s right!” laughed Tom. “Only I don’t like to do it. There’d be
sure to be a quarrel if I did, for Sam and I never got along well
together.”
“I’ll ask ’em,” offered Jack. “While I’m not any too friendly with them
I think I can get into a conversation with ’em, and learn what’s up.
Shall I?”
“Go ahead,” spoke Tom; and Jack sauntered into the next coach. Sam and
Nick were surprised to see him, of course, and they probably suspected
that Tom was somewhere about, but they did not admit it, or show much
curiosity regarding Jack’s presence, so unexpectedly manifested.
“Going far?” asked Jack.
“Oh, not so very,” replied Sam, coolly. “And yet we may make quite a
trip of it before we finish; eh, Nick?”
“Sure. Where are you bound for, Jack?”
“Oh, we’re just going camping--Tom Fairfield, Bert Wilson and a friend
of Tom’s.”
“No camp life for ours!” exclaimed Sam. “It’s too much work. We stop at
hotels.”
“Yes, and you miss half the fun,” rejoined Jack.
There was some more conversation, and then Jack went back to join his
chums.
“Did you learn anything?” asked Tom.
“Not much. They were as close-mouthed as clams. I did my best to pump
them without showing too much curiosity as to where they were going,
but there was ‘nothing doing,’ as our friend Shakespeare might say. I
guess they thought I wanted to know, and so they took special pains to
keep mum. But we won’t let it make any difference to us.”
“That’s right,” agreed Tom. “Maybe there won’t be any trouble after
all.”
The boys traveled all that day, the journey being a pleasant one for
the four chums, who had much to talk about. They took an observation
now and then of the forward car, and saw that Sam and his crony were
still aboard.
“Well, we’ll soon be at Wilden,” remarked Tom, as the day was drawing
to a close.
“Where are we going to stop?” asked Jack.
“At a hotel, of course,” put in Bert.
“Hotel nothing!” exclaimed Tom. “In the first place there isn’t any,
and in the second place mother’s friend, Mrs. Henderson, would feel
hurt if we didn’t put up at her house. She wrote specially to invite
us when she heard we were going camping near Lake Woonset. So we’ll go
there, and proceed to make ourselves at home.”
The train pulled into a station a few miles below Wilden, and to the
surprise of Tom and his chums, Sam Heller and his crony got off. Our
friends watched them.
“What do you know about that!” exclaimed Jack, as he leaned out of a
window to look. “The expressman is pulling off some tents and other
camping stuff, and Sam is telling him where to place it. Say, those
fellows are going camping after all their high-flown talk about a
hotel, and I’ll wager we run across them again before the summer’s
over!”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” spoke Tom. “No matter, we’ll have a good time
anyhow. We’d better be getting ready to leave on our own hook.”
As the train pulled out again our friends saw Sam and Nick arranging
their tent and baggage, but the two did not look up at their former
schoolmates.
Wilden was soon reached, and as Tom was making inquiries of the freight
agent as to whether or not his boat had arrived a man stepped up and
greeted our hero.
“Isn’t this Tom Fairfield, and his camping chums?” he asked pleasantly.
“It is, and you--”
“I’m Mr. Amos Henderson. My wife used to go to school with your mother,
and when Sallie--that’s my wife--heard you were coming up here she got
all ready for you. She sent me down to the station to bring you up to
the house. I said I didn’t think I’d know you, but land shucks! Sallie
said that didn’t matter. She told me to pick out four boys, and they’d
be sure to be the right ones.
“And I did, by gum! Though it wasn’t a hard matter, seeing as how
you’re the only ones who got off the train. But come on now, supper’s
waiting, and Sallie won’t like it to get cold.”
Tom and his chums, pleased with their warm reception, followed Mr.
Henderson, and were soon sitting down to a substantial meal, enlivened
by much talk.
“Tell us all you can about the old mill, and that crazy man, please,”
asked Tom, during a lull in the conversation.
“Oh, I do hope you don’t run across him!” exclaimed Mrs. Henderson.
“He’s really dangerous,” and she proceeded to give a few more details
of the story of the secret of the mill, already substantially known to
my readers.
Tom and his chums asked innumerable questions, as to how to reach the
mill, and where the best spot to camp would be.
“I can see what those boys are pointing for,” said Mr. Henderson when
the four had gone to bed.
“What?” asked his wife.
“The old mill. You couldn’t keep ’em away with ropes. They’ll go poking
about it, looking for that treasure, which I don’t believe exists, and
they’ll have a row with old Wallace as sure as chickens.”
“Oh, Amos! What had we better do?”
“Can’t do anything, as I can see. Those boys will do as they please,
anyhow. But I guess they can look out for themselves.”
Early the next morning Tom went to see about getting the boat and other
stuff carted to the camp in the woods. On the advice of Mr. Henderson
they had picked out the east shore of the lake, that being the nearest
to Wilden.
“And that side is the most direct road to the old mill, by way of the
river,” said Mr. Henderson, “but,” he added, with a twinkle in his
eyes, “I don’t ’spose you boys will go there.”
“Oh, won’t we though!” exclaimed Tom, laughing.
Provisions were bought, the camping stuff, together with the boat, was
loaded upon a heavy wagon, and with good-byes to the Hendersons, the
boys started for the depths of the woods. The boat had been hard to get
on the wagon, and they knew they would have difficult work launching
it, but the wagon-driver and his helper promised to assist.
During the drive through the woods Tom and the others kept a lookout
on every side for a possible glimpse of the old man who had searched
so long for the mill-treasure, but they did not see him. The scenery
became more and more wild, and the road was almost impassable in places.
“Say, this looks like the jumping-off place,” remarked Dick, as they
passed through a particularly lonely spot.
“It’s just what we want,” declared Tom. “We’ll do some real camping out
here.”
“Yes, I guess no one will bother you,” said the driver. “No one hardly
ever goes to Lake Woonset, except maybe a fellow who wants some good
fishing now and then. I like it myself, but I haven’t been but twice in
the last three years. It sure is lonesome.”
“How much farther to the lake?” asked Dick, after a pause.
“About a mile. You can see it when we get to the top of the next hill,
but the road winds around.”
A little later they had a glimpse of a beautiful sheet of water, set in
the midst of wooded hills.
“That’s great!” cried Tom, and the others agreed with him.
They drove along the edge of the lake until they came to a place where
a spring bubbled out, and Tom exclaimed:
“Here’s where we’ll camp! Let’s unload and get the boat into the water.
I want to see if she’ll run.”
“Got gasolene?” asked Jack.
“Yes, there’s plenty on the wagon, and I’ve arranged for a supply to be
brought up to the lower end of the lake, and left there. A couple of
barrels ought to last us all summer.”
It was hard work to unload the boat, and harder still to launch it,
but it was finally accomplished, and when the tents and camping
paraphernalia had been stacked up, the driver and his helper turned
back toward civilization.
“Say, it sure is lonesome!” exclaimed Dick, when the rattle of the
wagon had died away.
“It won’t be in a minute,” said Tom. “We’ve got lots to do to get our
camp in shape. Come on, now, everybody get busy, and we’ll try out the
boat.”
There was some little work to be done to it, and then, having filled
the gasolene tank, and improvised a dock out of some dead tree trunks,
the boys were ready for a spin.
“Now to see if she’ll run,” remarked Tom, as he prepared to turn over
the flywheel.
There was a wheeze, a cough, a sigh and a groan, and the _Tag_ started
off as if she had never an idea of balking.
“Hurray!” cried Tom. “This is great!”
As they skimmed over the smooth lake, the beauty of it impressed them
more and more, and they were delighted with their camping place.
Tom steered the boat into a little cove, and as he neared the shore
something moved in the bushes.
“Look!” whispered Jack. “It’s a deer, maybe.”
A moment later a man, with a long white beard, and clad in ragged
garments, fairly leaped into view. For a moment he stood staring at the
slowly moving motorboat, as if he could not believe the evidence of
his eyes. Then with a howl of rage he leaped into the water, and began
swimming toward the craft.