A RIVER TRIP
Standing up on his seat Ned continued to blow the notes. Clear and true
they rang out. Twice he gave the call, but before he had begun the
second round the audience had calmed down. Ned had saved the day; the
panic was practically over.
Here and there a frightened woman, a hysterical girl, or a timid man
made a movement toward getting out, but the majority had come to a halt
and turned to look at the young bugler.
By this time those in charge of the entertainment were on the stage
calling reassuringly to the people. The red fire died out and the smoke
drifted away.
"Take your seats," said the manager, and nearly every one did so.
"There was an unfortunate mistake," the manager went on. "Luckily no one
was hurt. I regret very much that it has happened. I think it will be
best to close the entertainment. It was almost over when the panic
started."
"I want to add but that for the presence of mind of this young man,"
and he looked at Ned, who tried to hide down in his seat, "there might
have been a terrible calamity. By his quickness he prevented the panic
from continuing. He deserves the thanks of every one here."
"And he'll get 'em, too," called someone. "Three cheers for Ned
Wilding!"
They were given with a fervor that made the chandeliers rattle.
"Good for you, old chap!" exclaimed Bart, clapping Ned on the back,
while the other chums began shaking his hands. Ned was blushing like a
girl, and was soon the center of an admiring throng. He tried to get
away but they would not let him. Every one wanted to shake hands with
him.
The audience was now laughing and talking where, but a few minutes
before, it had been a maddened, unreasoning throng; and shortly began
dispersing, and soon there remained only a few, including those in
charge of the entertainment. Miss Mapes was among them.
"I'm sure it was the luckiest thing in the world that you boys came,"
she said to the chums. "What would have happened if Ned hadn't played
that cornet?"
"Oh, anyone could have done that," said Ned, who was wishing he could
get away from the praise.
"Of course they could, if they had thought of it, but you were the only
one who did."
"I guess some of the other boys would, if I had given them the chance,"
replied the hero of the occasion. "I happened to be nearest the
instrument, that's all."
"Well, it's a great deal," responded the teacher. "I'll send you boys
tickets to every entertainment we have."
"That will be fine," put in Fenn with a laugh.
"I vote we go home," said Bart. "Don't seem to be any more panics to put
down."
The four chums, and the girls, left, each one trying to outdo the other
in telling of what they thought and what they saw during the excitement.
It was as near a tragedy as had ever happened in the town, and the next
day's paper devoted the whole front page to it, including a vivid
description of what Ned had done.
"I'm going to leave town," declared Ned the next afternoon, as he met
his chums.
"What's the matter?" asked Frank.
"Why everyone I meet on the street stops me and asks me all about it.
I'm tired of telling of it and hearing about it."
"You're not used to being a hero," said Bart. "Wait until some society
sends you a medal and you'll be so proud you won't speak to any of us."
"Speaking of leaving town makes me think it would be a good plan," put
in Fenn.
"What! Have you been robbing a bank or doing something else, that you
want to skip out?" asked Bart.
"No, but we haven't had any real sport since school closed, and it's
about time we did. I was going to propose taking a trip up the river say
for about twenty miles, and camping out for a week. That would be fun."
"You're right!" exclaimed Ned. "I'll go with you for one."
"Count me in," said Bart, and Frank added that he wasn't going to be
left behind.
"This is my plan," went on Fenn. "We can take a small shelter tent, some
blankets and a camp cook stove. The boat is big enough to carry all
that, besides us, and some things to eat. The weather is fine now, and
just right for sleeping out of doors. We can row along slowly, stopping
where ever we want to, and tying up along shore for the night. What do
you say?"
"Couldn't be better," declared Ned. "When can we start?"
"To-morrow if you want to, as far as I'm concerned," put in Bart.
"It will take a couple of days to get ready," observed Fenn. "Suppose we
say Thursday?"
This was agreed upon, and the boys separated to make arrangements for
the trip. They owned, jointly, a small tent that could be used for
shelter at night, and a small portable stove which they had utilized on
previous camping trips.
Thursday morning saw the boat loaded until there was hardly room for the
boys. The craft was heavy but they did not mind that, and there was no
grumbling when it fell to the lot of Frank and Ned to do the rowing for
the first stage.
"We'll stop at Riverton on our way up and hire a canoe," said Bart. "A
fellow there has a dock and keeps good boats. We'll want to do a little
paddling about and we can't, very well, if we have all our camp stuff in
this heavy craft. We can tow the canoe behind us, and use it while we're
in camp."
The others agreed that this would be a good plan, and Bart, having taken
a final look over the boat to see that everything was in ship-shape,
gave the order to start.