GEORGE WAITS FOR HIS CHUMS
"What is it?" Josh exclaimed, as he scrambled to his knees.
"Buster is on the rampage again! That's what comes of eating too much
supper. He's got a bad case of indigestion, I bet!" declared George,
grumblingly; for he had come very near falling over the side of his boat
when Josh made that sudden move, and it startled him not a little.
"But he's got hold of something, I tell you! Look at him grabbing
around. Must be a wildcat or something like that," Josh went on.
"Faith ye're all wrong," spoke up Jimmie. "Sure it's a monkey he's
huggin' till his breast, so he be."
"A monkey!" cried Herb, as he appeared behind the fat boy, holding a
fryingpan threateningly in his hand.
"Yes, that's what!" gasped Nick. "Don't you see, a tame monkey, and with
a little red cap, and a coat on. He was going through my pockets, I tell
you, when I woke up--that is when I first felt him. Give us a hand here
and help me hold the little scratcher. My! but he's strong, and he tries
to bite my nose every time."
"Because you're hurting him," said Herb. "Wait till I get hold of that
bit of rope he's trailing behind. Now let him loose, Buster, but keep
him away from your face. He'd scratch your eyes out."
The queer little visitor seemed to be willing to submit, once Nick
stopped squeezing him; for he immediately took off his red cap, and made
quite a bow. Then he snatched up a small tin cup that was attached to a
belt he wore, with a tiny chain, and held it out to Herb.
"Give him a penny, Herb," laughed Jack.
"Yes, he recognizes an old acquaintance; help a poor fellow in distress,
Herb!" Josh hastened to add.
"Where under the sun d'ye suppose he came from?" asked George,
suspiciously.
"Must belong to some Italian organgrinder, I should say, judging from
the uniform, and the piece of broken rope. Perhaps he's run away, and
wanted to become a stowaway on board Herb's boat," Jack went on.
"All right," the other remarked, promptly, "anyhow, he knew a good boat
when he saw one. Give him credit for that. But did you hear what Buster
said about him feeling in his pockets? Now, I've heard it said that
often these monkeys are taught to steal, going up into second-story
windows, and grabbing things. Perhaps he was sent aboard right now to
pick up anything he could find."
"I tell you he knew all about vest pockets, as sure as you live,"
announced Nick.
"Looks to me as if he had got something in his pocketbook right now!"
declared Herb.
"What's that? A monkey have a pocketbook? You're poking fun at us!"
cried Josh.
"I am, eh? You observe me," said Herb, as with a dextrous movement he
seized upon the monkey, and by main strength forced him to eject
something from his mouth.
"Say, it's a real watch, fellows!" cried Nick, astonished; "he had it
right in his cheek, sure he did."
"And it's my little dollar nickel watch," said Herb. "Shows he searched
me before trying Buster. All the same if it'd been a hundred dollar gold
repeater. He's a thief, sure enough. What'll we do with him, fellows?"
"Tie him up, and if nobody comes after him, we'll keep Jocko," suggested
Josh.
"Think he'd be lots of fun, I suppose," grumbled Nick. "But if he stays
it's got to be on another boat than this. The little fiend would have it
in for me. He'd worry the life out of me; and I just can't afford to
lose any flesh."
"Changed your tune, eh?" taunted Josh. "Seems to me I've heard you
trying all sorts of ways to get thin."
"That was before I took notice of the horrible example we had along, of
the living skeleton," retorted Nick. "After that I just made up my mind
to remain nice and plump. Some people look best when they're fat, you
know."
"There, he's thinking of Sallie again," remarked Josh.
"But we haven't seen a sign of the _Mermaid_," remarked George; "and I
reckon she's left here for the Soo region ahead of us. But Herb, find
some way to fasten the little rascal up for tonight, so he can't do any
mischief. If his owner comes for him in the morning we'll give him a
scare."
Herb managed to do this, although Nick declared he would be afraid to
take a wink of sleep for fear of being choked, or something else as
dreadful. All the same when his time came to give up sentry duty, no one
heard so much as a "peep" from Nick again until daylight arrived.
It was arranged on the following morning that they should explore the
island, in order to see its wonders and beauties, in two detachments,
each consisting of three. Jack learned that bicycles could be hired
close by, and mounted on these he and Herb and Josh made the grand
rounds, allowing nothing to escape them.
Then after lunch the others took wheel and carried out the same
programme, even to visiting the old blockhouse on the hill, and viewing
the charming marine spectacle from the top of the little bluff.
As they gathered around late in the afternoon to compare notes, and
discuss the various matters that interested them, Jack noted first of
all that the shrewd little monkey, which had been dubbed Jocko, was
still aboard the _Comfort_.
Nobody had shown up to inquire about him. Nick was for going ashore and
spreading the news of the find far and wide; but the others refused to
allow him. They really believed that Jocko had been sent aboard by his
master to steal; and that this party was afraid to claim him now.
"If we have to take him along he'll give us lots of fun," remarked Jack.
"Yes, Buster is only thinking that there'd be one more mouth to feed,
and that might cut his share of the rations down a peg," asserted Josh.
"Now that's where you wrong me," declared the fat boy, solemnly. "If you
insist on hearing what I was thinking about, I'll tell you. Suppose we
should get stormbound somewhere up on the twisting St. Mary's river, or
on the biggest fresh water lake in the world--why, you see we could
always turn to Jocko, and make a good meal. I remember reading that
monkeys were just prime."
"Oh! you cannibal!" cried the horrified Josh. "Why, that poor little
innocent looks just like a baby."
"Yes," retorted Nick, "your mother showed me your picture when you were
six months old, and there _is_ a close resemblance."
Night came on, and there was no claimant, so Jocko ate supper with the
boys. He was already making good friends, and seemed very well satisfied
with his new lot. Perhaps he missed the cuffing and beating he was
accustomed to; but he could do without that very well; and the eating
must have appealed to him strongly.
In the morning they left soon after breakfast. The day opened fair, and
they knew there was a long trip before them if they hoped to cross the
head of Lake Huron, and follow the winding channel of the St. Mary's
river so as to reach Sault Ste. Marie by night.
Fortunately the breeze, what little there was, chanced to be in the
north for a change. This allowed them to keep close to the southern
shore of the peninsula for some hours, following its contour and
avoiding the pounding that heavy seas always brought in their train.
Finally they entered the narrow strait between the mainland and big
Drummond Island. Here the bustling port of Detour was passed. Nick
hinted about going ashore and doing a little marketing; but Jack vetoed
that proposition.
"Plenty of time to do all that after we get to the Soo tonight," he
observed; and Nick knew there was no appeal from his decision.
"Is that Canada over yonder?" asked Josh, pointing to the island off
their lee.
"No, Drummond belongs to Michigan," Jack replied. "Further on though,
we'll strike St. Joseph's Island, and that is a part of Canada. So we'll
all step ashore just to say we've been outside the U. S. for once."
"And that Mud Lake you were telling us about is somewhere along there,
ain't it?" Herb asked.
"We'll find it, I reckon," replied the commodore, drily.
They did, and had reason to remember it too. Sometimes the waterway
bearing the outlet of Lake Superior to the lower lakes was very wide and
imposing. Then again it would narrow until Nick expressed his firm
conviction that they had taken the wrong channel, and would be stopped,
and have to return over their course.
But Jack kept his charts before him as he led, and was positive he had
made no mistake of that sort. Occasionally George would be unable to
restrain his impetuous nature. At such times he would shoot ahead of the
others, to make a little rush of perhaps a mile, and then slow up to
await their coming, being always careful not to lose sight of his chums.
But alas, George did this prank just once too often. He heard Jack say
some time before that they were passing through Mud Lake, and must be
careful; but thought this referred to getting lost in some side passage
that looked promising.
"Wait up at the head yonder; you're too slow for me!" he called out, as
the _Wireless_ left the bunch, and cut through the water like an arrow
shot from an archer's bow.
"Lookout!" warned Jack; but George who was quite confident concerning
his own ability to manage his affairs, just waved a hand back, and
continued to speed for all his racing boat was worth.
Jack was sitting there where he could manage the wheel and continue to
study the chart spread in front of him, when he heard a wild whoop from
Jimmie.
"Look! look yander!"
Jack was just in time to see poor Josh take a flying header into the
water, when the speed boat came to an abrupt stop on a concealed
mudbank.
The sound of the tremendous splash floated back to the ears of the
others, causing Nick to roll over, and make the boat quiver with his
riotous laughter; for that Josh should be the victim of this ridiculous
accident gave the fat boy exceeding great joy.