BUSTER FACES STARVATION.
"Look out, Jack! They's wan acomin' for us roight now! And he's a big
wan, I'm tillin' yees!" cried Jimmie, gasping for breath.
"One what?" demanded Jack, failing to see any dreadful dragon in sight,
either on the land or the near-by water of the black lagoon.
"An alligator, it is, and sure the granddaddy of the tribe. I jist had
a squint of the baste sneakin' along through the wather. He manes till
surprise us, and it's a foine supper he'll be afther havin' I'm
thinkin'," Jimmie went on, hurriedly.
"Where was this?" Jack asked, wondering whether the Irish boy could be
joking, or if he had really seen something to excite him.
"Look beyant the stump on the idge of the wather, over yander. There,
did ye be savin' that now? Don't till me I'm blind agin, Jack. It's
movin' this way; sure it do be comin' right along. Och I wirra, listen
till that, would yees?"
No wonder Jimmie fell back in dismay, for a most outrageous noise
suddenly broke forth, such as certainly could never have been heard in
that swamp before. But Jack immediately recognized it as the attempt
of Nick to blow the old tin horn that was carried aboard the _Wireless_.
He shouted at the top of his sturdy voice in reply, and saw the shadowy
moving object head straight for the fire.
"Here's a couple of poor chaps lost in the wilderness," laughed Jack as
the other boat came closer.
"Oh! we've only come to find you," retorted Herb.
"Have you finished supper, fellows?" bellowed the fat boy.
Jimmie had by now recovered from his fright. He even pretended that it
had all been assumed, and that he knew from the start the nature of the
suspicious black object which he had discovered creeping toward the
fire.
"Listen till him, would ye, Jack?" he exclaimed, coming forward to
where the speed boat meant to land. "Did ye iver know such a gossoon
in all your loife? Is it supper ye're afther wantin? Sure, ye'll not
foind anny too much grub aboard the _Tramp_ roight now. But such as it
is, ye're as wilcome to as the flowers in May."
Whereupon he started in at once to cook another supply.
"It's lucky ye kim, me byes," he remarked presently, while the others
were sitting about, warming their hands at the fire, and waiting for
supper. "Now, by the same token, we'll not be facin' starvation so
soon."
"Don't count too much on that, Jimmie," observed George, making a face.
"I guess you forget who was with me these three days, and how he can
stow away stuff? Why, we're cleaned out of everything. I was even
talking of cooking our moccasins for soup a while back. For, you see,
my gun's a rifle, and somehow I haven't been able to knock over much
with bullets. We hoped to see a deer or a bear; but nixey up to now."
"Glory be!" exclaimed the sorely dismayed cook of the _Tramp_, as he
considered what an enormous amount it took to keep Nick going, and he
remembered the scanty stores still remaining in the larder.
"What brought you in this out-of-the-way place, George?" asked Jack.
"Now, don't go to joshing and pretending you knew we were here, because
you didn't. Ten to one you met that planter, too."
"Meaning Mr. Tweed, the gentleman with the crooked nose, and the long,
thin mustache?" George went on.
"That's the man," laughed Jack. "You quizzed him, too, about a
short-cut, and he posted you. Then, just as we did a little later, you
made a blunder and ran into the wrong channel. Confess now."
"That's just what we did," grinned George. "And ever since I've been
listening to the complainings of Buster. Oh! he's starved to death
twenty times, in imagination of course, since we blundered into that
false cut-off. I had to finally threaten to tie him up and gag him if
he didn't stop. And after that he watched me like a hawk. I guess he
thought I meant to eat him up."
"Well, it was very suspicious," admitted Nick, soberly, "because, you
see, he even pinched me several times; and I got a horrible notion in
my head that he was trying to see how fat I was."
Then the others burst into a roar, in which Nick himself finally
joined, unable to keep a straight face longer.
They sat up long that night, trying to lay plans that gave some promise
of fulfillment, and take them out of the labyrinth of channels.
"If we stay here much longer Herb is going to have a walkover about
winning the silver cup," George remarked, half complainingly.
"Sure, perhaps he do be matin' up wid the same smooth spoken Mr.
Twade," observed Jimmie, with a broad grin.
His suggestion brought out another round of laughter.
"Then be on the lookout tonight, Jimmie," warned George. "And if you
see anything that looks like a big alligator swimming toward us, don't
pour in a broadside too soon, for it may be the old _Comfort_. Misery
likes company, they say. And just to think of us running across you
fellows here, when our last grain of grub had gone."
"Not much danger of them striking the planter, for they keep to the
middle of the river, while we hugged the shore," Jack observed. "But
when morning comes, I'm going to try the plan I spoke of last."
"I think it a bully one, Jack," affirmed Nick, always full of
confidence in the leader of the expedition. "And if anybody can pull
us out of here it's going to be you. The worst of it is I dasen't go
swimming in this black water. It's just cram full of snakes."
"Well," remarked Jack, seriously, "I wouldn't advise you to try it.
Those snakes with the mottled yellow and brown backs are water
moccasins. They are a nasty lot, and can strike to beat the band.
They say that they poison a fellow so that he may never get over having
a running sore. I hit every one I see on the head with my setting
pole."
"And I will, after this," declared Nick.
"Well, if you know what's good for you, I just guess you'll be
satisfied to sit quiet, and let me do the pushing," remarked George,
meaningly. "For every time I gave you the job we came near having a
turn over. Excuse me from a swim in this horrible looking water."
During the night there were several alarms. Once an alligator did
actually try to invade the camp, doubtless under the impression that it
might secure something worth while devouring. It happened, too, that
Jimmie was on guard at the time. His yells, accompanied by the double
discharge of the shotgun, brought the others to their feet in wild
dismay.
They were loth to accept the word of the sentinel that he had actually
shot at a scaly invader until he pointed out the spot. Then Jack, with
a brand from the fire, made a hasty examination.
"Jimmie, you're a truthful boy," he declared, "for I can see where a
lot of the shot ploughed up the ground; and here's where claws dug into
it. Yes, and as sure as anything, you hit him, too, for here's a trail
of blood leading to the water's edge. I thought I heard a splash as I
jumped up."
And Jimmie, with this complete vindication, drew himself up proudly, as
if to dare any one to doubt his veracity after that.
"But if you see another alligator," Jack went on, "please don't shoot
at him, when a shout or a firebrand will chase him back to the water
just as well. Because, you see, we may need every shell I have along,
in order to keep the wolf from our door. They count for just so many
'possums, 'coons or muskrats."
That worried Jimmie very much, and he looked sad. For to shorten their
chances of securing game would mean a scanty supply in the larder; and
Jimmie's appetite persisted in calling out at least three times a day
for attention.
Morning found them in a more cheerful frame of mind. Breakfast was
eaten, and now that four had to be fed from the scanty stock of
provisions--George declared that Jimmie and Buster made it equal to six
at the very least--the hole made was shocking.
"I move we don't have another meal today," was the startling
announcement from Nick, as he finished the last morsel left in the
kettle.
"Well," said George, "you'll find the rest of us willing enough. But
let's get a move on. We must find a way out of this today sure."
They started out, filled with confidence. Jack's plan was tried in
several different places; but without any success.
"Say, there don't seem to be any current at all," remarked Nick, as he
watched the dead leaf that had been thrown on the water, and which
failed to move save as the faint breeze dictated.
"But we're going to keep on trying all the same," declared George,
firmly. "Sooner or later we'll strike a place where it does show life.
Then we'll just follow after it, and in that way discover an opening
where this water joins the river again."
"That's the talk," said Nick. "I like to hear that kind of stuff. It
shows that George is there with the goods. Just see how he uses that
pole. I tell him he'd make a bully old gondolier over in Venice."
"Oh! yes, you're a regular old jollier, Buster," scoffed George, who
had seen the fat boy wink slyly toward Jack. "You just think to keep
me in a good humor while I slave away, and you sit there like a king,
giving orders."
"Well, you won't let me stand up and push," complained the other.
"Not unless I'm hankering for a spill. Lead the way, Jack. You know
more about these things than the rest of the bunch. It's up to you to
be our Moses and get us out of the bullrushes."