NO END OF TROUBLES
"What's that queer sound?" asked Step Hen, looking up suddenly.
"Oh, never mind, it's only me," came from the side of the boat, where
Bumpus was lying flat on his stomach, and leaning over.
The boys looked at each other; perhaps Thad and Allan smiled somewhat,
but for a wonder none of the others had any kind of joke to spring just
then; for truth to tell Giraffe, Davy and even Step Hen himself were
feeling as though if this sort of swaying motion had to keep up much
longer they could not resist the temptation to copy after the boy who
was so terribly seasick.
"Thought I felt a drop of rain just then," remarked Giraffe, more to
have something to talk about, and so forget his other troubles, than
that he really believed it.
"No, it must only have been the spray," said Thad. "You notice that
sometimes after a big wave slaps up against our larboard quarter, the
wind carries drops of water flying past. It's a lively little blow all
right, though I suppose the people up here, who are used to much worse
things, wouldn't think this anything."
"P'raps they might if they were out so far from land, in such a little
pumpkinseed of a boat," complained Step Hen.
"And with an old rattletrap of a motor that's threatening to wheeze its
last any minute, at that," added Giraffe, fiercely.
"Let up on that kind of talk, Giraffe," said Davy; "we've sure all got
troubles of our own as it is, without that silly calling of names. For
my part I think the engine is doing its prettiest, and I take off my hat
to it. Don't, you go to calling it hard names, or it might get even by
kicking over the traces, and quitting on us. Then we would be in a fine
pickle. But I think it's better to keep lying down, all you can, when
it blows like this. Make room there, Bumpus, can't you?"
Then there were two of them; and talk about your rivalry, it did seem as
though both of those fellows would tear themselves to pieces, as the
boat continued to swing up and down with that perpetual sickening,
nauseating movement.
Presently Step Hen found a place too, and tried to outdo his comrades;
seeing which Giraffe apparently thought he might as well make it
unanimous then there were four, leaving only the skipper and his first
assistant on deck to manage the boat.
"Anyhow, the cargo will be lighter after all this," Giraffe spoke up,
after a while, showing that even seasickness could not quite extinguish
his love of joking.
By now they had covered considerable distance, so that the little
headland loomed not a great away beyond.
Thad, too, had changed their course somewhat, so that they were now much
closer shore than before; and unless some accident happened he believed
that before another twenty minutes passed they would be able to get the
shelter of that projecting tongue of land, after which their present
troubles would fade away.
It was time, too, for already the first dim signs of coming darkness
could be seen around them; no doubt the fact that clouds covered the
face of the sky had more or less to do with this early closing in of the
night, as is always the case.
Bumpus was sitting up, though looking very white indeed. Every now and
then he would shake his round head in a doleful way, and heave a
tremendous sigh, as though he might be wondering if his whole past would
be appearing before him, since, as he complainingly told the
sympathizing Thad, "everything seemed to be coming up nowadays."
"Only a little while ago I was worrying my poor old head off for fear
the boat would sink with me," he went on to say, with a dismal smile;
"and now it's just the other way, and I'm feelin' bad because she won't
sink."
"Oh! don't let yourself down like that, Bumpus," said Allan; "we're
going in behind that headland right away, and you'll be surprised to see
how quick you get over feeling bad. There, the water isn't near so
rough as it was, right now; and soon it'll seem like a mill pond."
"Do you think so; wish I could believe it?" called out Step Hen, without
turning his head, for he was very busy; "but seems to me the old boat is
jumping as bad as any cayuse I ever saw, when we were out in the Wild
West. Oh!"
All the same Allan was right, for they were passing in behind the
projecting tongue of land, and already the worst was over, for the seas
were not near so heavy, though of course the change was hardly
noticeable to those who were feeling so badly.
And so it came about that presently Thad had to lessen their speed, for
he did not want to run aground, or have any other accident occur that
would cripple the boat, and shorten their cruise.
"We're all right, now, fellows," sang out Giraffe, being the first to
recover, simply because he had more grit and determination than any of
the other three who had been knocked out by the motion of the craft in
the big seas.
"Yes, and our next job is to prowl around here some, before dark gets
us, so as to find the best anchorage," Thad remarked, as the boat crept
slowly along back of the point.
"Why, I should think any place here would answer," said Giraffe;
"because that wind from the southwest ain't going to get a whack at us
any longer."
"But who'll guarantee that the wind doesn't shift into the north during
the night, and have a full sweep at us here?" asked Thad. "No, we ought
to find out if there really is a little stream flowing into the lake
here; and if so the mouth of that same will afford us the safest place
to anchor, or tie up."
"I agree with you there, Thad," said Bumpus, weakly; but then the fact
that he took any sort of interest in what was going on announced plainly
enough that he must be recovering.
And the others had by this time reached their limit, for they
contributed no more to the fishes of Superior, but began to sit up, and
take notice of things. The recovery from seasickness is usually as
rapid as the coming of the trouble; given a firm foundation to stand
upon, and the sufferer soon forgets his agony, so that he can even
remember that food tastes good.
Pushing their way carefully in the scouts presently discovered that
there was a stream of some kind emptying into the lake at this place;
and that around several bends there was a splendid anchorage for a small
boat such as theirs, though a larger craft might find some difficulty
about getting in, on account of shallow water.
And when they dropped their anchor over at last, all of them were
pleased to feel that they had left that riotous sea behind them.
"This is something like," declared Giraffe, now fully recovered, and of
course sharp set to get supper started; indeed all of them felt as
though they could do ample justice to a good meal.
So the gasoline stove was put into service again, and everyone helped
get the things ready that their menu for that night called for. Giraffe
started a pot of rice cooking, for he was very fond of that dish, and
could "make a meal off it," he often declared; though his chums noticed
that even when he had plenty of the same beside him, he dipped into
every other dish just as usual.
Besides this one of the boys opened a large tin of corned beef that was
emptied into a kettle, together with a can of corn, and another of lima
beans, the whole making what is known as a "canoeist's stew," and is not
only tasty to the hungry voyager, but exceedingly filling as well.
These, with crackers, cheese, some cakes done up in air-proof packages,
and tea constituted the supper that was finally placed before them.
It really seemed to some of those hungry boys as though that was the
finest feast they had ever sat down to. Of course that often came to
their minds, because what they were just then eating tasted so very
good. But with such enormous appetites as a sauce, there could never be
any chance for a complaint coming. And the chief cook received so many
compliments that it was no wonder his cheeks and ears burned like the
fire he had been standing over so long.
By the time the meal was through it was very dark all around them. They
could still hear the wind blowing out beyond the point; and the wash of
the big waves told that the sea was probably higher than before; so that
every fellow expressed himself as glad that they had managed to get into
such a splendid harbor, where they need not bother their minds what sort
of weather held outside.
The night was warm, and it seemed comfortable enough for them to lie
around on the deck, exchanging comments. Later on they would arrange
just how they were to pile into that small cabin, and manage to sleep;
for six boys can take up considerable room; and there would have been
even seven to fill the space had not the scout-master, Dr. Hobbs, been
recalled home at the last moment.
Of course Bumpus had entirely recovered from his indisposition. He only
hoped he would now be proof against a second attack.
In fact, he had even begun to remember the terms of the wager, and was
trying to get a line out on the sly, baited with a piece of meat he had
fastened to the hook, in hopes of some gullible fish taking hold, so
that he could wildly haul his captive in, and have the laugh on his
competitor.
When morning came he was determined to go ashore, and see if he could
not find some angle worms; for without bait it was folly to think of
catching fish on hooks; and all sorts of other contraptions were barred
from the contest.
Giraffe, however, was not asleep, and he saw what his rival was up to;
but although Bumpus was not aware of the fact, the tall scout had had
his line over the side for half an hour now, also baited, and with the
hope of a bite.
From now on the race promised to become pretty warm between them, once
they got fully started in the game.
They had talked over about every subject that could be imagined,
including the matter of the mysterious powerboat that had passed them
that afternoon, apparently heading in another direction; though Thad
knew that long afterwards those in the black craft had altered their
course, and were really following them.
It was getting along near time when they ought to be thinking about
retiring so as to get some rest, when another subject came up suddenly.
Giraffe, who had been stretching that long neck of his for some little
time, observed that he was trying to make out what a certain queer light
might stand for.
"It's away up the shore yonder, fellows, and seems to be a lantern, as
near as I can make out," he went on to say; "every now and then it bobs
up, and down; and if you asked me I'd say it was, meant for some sort of
signal!"
"A signal!" echoed Bumpus, in almost an awed tone; "that sounds like
there might be smugglers, or something, like that around here; and
perhaps they take us for revenue officers trying to nip them at their
work. Whew! spells more trouble for us, I'm afraid. First the storm;
then that awful spell of gone feeling; and now it's smugglers. Whew! I
say!"