"NOT TODAY," SAID THAD.
"I wonder how long this measly old storm is going to keep us
here?" Maurice was saying, that afternoon, as he stood on the
after-deck of the anchored shanty-boat, and looked at the wild
scene out on the raging river.
They had seen not a sign of life thus far around them, since dawn.
Even the few boats moving at this late season of the year on the
Father of Waters seemed to have been bottled up in such harbors as
could be found conveniently near at the time the storm broke
loose.
"You called me a weather sharp because I said it was due; and now
you want me to give a guess about the end--is that it, Maurice?"
asked the other, smiling.
"Well, if you can hit it as good this time, and encourage a poor
ship-wrecked mariner I'd be obliged."
"Say, it ain't as bad as that. We've got a lot to be thankful for,
I reckon, with this bully old boat to hold us, and keep out the
cold. For one you don't hear me kicking," returned Thad,
earnestly.
"Oh! come off; you know mighty well that I'm the last boy to run
up the white flag. Everything's lovely, and the goose hangs high;
anyhow, it will later on if I get a crack at one on a sandbar
further down the river. But what do you think of the prospects for
clearing?" went on Maurice, turning to his chum.
"Not good for anything today. P'raps the old storm will blow
itself out tonight, and in the morning we may drop out of here.
"Oh! well, it's too late now to think of going on today, so after
all it don't matter much We can pull some more wood on board
before night, and laugh at the cold," remarked Maurice.
"Perhaps we'd better be doing it right away, then," observed Thad,
with a glance at the west; "for dark comes sudden like at this
time of year, you know."
"All right. Get the ax and I'll see to the gun, Thad."
"Thinking of more dogs, eh?"
"Well, no; to tell the truth I had the master of one dog in my
mind right then," came the reply, as Maurice entered the cabin to
take the Marlin off the hook on the wall.
Thad looked a bit thoughtful, but said nothing.
Perhaps they were not so very far away from some shanty-boat that
had sought refuge in a friendly cove from the gale; and he knew
the general habit of these floating people was to harbor at least
one dog to each craft, sometimes half a dozen.
That gun might come in handy should they find themselves
confronted by an angry dog owner, demanding the reason why they
had shot his canine property.
So they left their home craft, and paddled ashore in the little
tender, one at a time.
The ax was soon at work, and the chips flying under the lusty
strokes of both boys by turns.
Thad had been more or less impressed by what his chum said. While
Maurice worked with the ax he managed to sit by the fire they had
started, seemingly to keep warm, but in reality because the
shotgun had been leaned against a neighboring tree.
And ordinarily Thad was far from being timid by nature; so that it
must have been some sort of prophetic warning that bade him stick
to the camp.
"Guess we've got about enough, eh, Thad?" demanded the other, as
he threw the tool down, and breathing heavily, sat alongside his
chum on the convenient log near the blaze.
"As much as we can get aboard, anyhow. With night only an hour off
the quicker we begin to navigate the better for us. Here goes,"
and with that Thad started to carry the chopped wood down to where
the small boat awaited its cargo.
They were busily engaged in doing this, and had really managed to
get most of the fuel aboard, with Maurice pulling from the deck of
the anchored craft, and his chum doing the work ashore, when Thad
heard crunching footsteps above the spot where he crouched.
Looking up he saw a bearded face thrust out from the bank; and
almost instinctively he knew that the prediction of his companion
was about to come true.
Was this the owner of the dead brute that lay not more than eighty
or one hundred feet away?
Thad felt a sudden cold chill. He was certainly not a coward by
nature, and had proved this at various times in the past; still,
there was an ugly scowl on that red-bearded face that surely stood
for new trouble.
And Thad was glad that he had insisted upon keeping the gun ashore
with him while he performed his end of the duty of transporting
the wood to the shanty-boat.
He also remembered that it was close beside him, where he could
lay a hand on it quickly if need be.
Then the man spoke, and his voice was just as disagreeable as his
face seemed to be--a heavy rumble with more or less of threat
under the surface.
"So, here ye be, hey? Wot business hed yer ter shoot up my dawg;
tell me that, consarn ye?"
Perhaps he said something much stronger than the concluding words;
but that does not matter.
Thad gave the signal to his chum to pull, for he had the last of
the wood stocked in the dinghy. Then he turned his attention to
the man who had addressed him.
If his face was white it was only natural; but his voice did not
quiver in the least.
"I admit that I shot the dog. He was trying to kill my friend, who
was busy cutting wood. I'd do it again, and so would any one. What
business have you letting such a savage dog loose?"
Even while talking he edged a trifle toward the spot where the gun
was standing against the bank. The man might take a notion to
slide down, with the intention of attacking him, and Thad wanted
to make sure of his line of defense, like a wise general always
should.
"Hey! wot's thet ye say? I got a boat just a leettle way below
hyer, an' my dorg's got a right ter run loose. Ye owns up ye
shooted ther pore critter, does yer? I gotter a notion right now
ter give yer sumpin ter pay back fur wot ye done!"
He actually threw himself over the edge of the little bluff, being
angered by such talk on the part of a boy.
Maurice gave a shout from the boat.
"Look out, there, what you're doing, or I'll shoot you full of
holes!" was what he whooped; but since the only weapon they
possessed was at that moment ashore it can be understood that he
was only seeking to fill the man with sudden consternation.
Perhaps it did work to some extent, for the big fellow rather
hesitated as he cast an apprehensive glance out toward the shanty-
boat.
Those few seconds were worth much to Thad.
He had started for the place where the gun stood, and which,
unfortunately, happened to be close to where the man had landed.
Indeed, had the fellow been aware of the fact in the beginning he
might easily have cut Thad off from his coveted weapon.
But knowing the absolute necessity for obtaining a grip on the
Marlin, the boy plunged forward, regardless of the fact that in so
doing he had to advance toward the enemy.
His aggressive movement rather puzzled the other, until he saw the
gun leaning there against the bank. Then he gave a howl, and also
projected his bulk forward, evidently with the expectation of
reaching the firearm first.
But he was just three seconds too late.
Thad snatched the weapon up, and drawing back both hammers, held
it in a threatening attitude.
"Keep back, there, or I'll do the same to you I did to your dog!"
cried the excited but resolute boy.
The fellow saw something in the attitude of the lad to give him
cause for prudence; and he immediately drew up, throwing out both
hands in a sudden spasm of alarm.
"Hi! hold on thar, sonny, don't ye pull them triggers hard! It'd
be jest murder, 'cause I ain't got nary weepon by me, I swar. I
didn't go ter mean any thin' hard. Corse ye done right ter shoot
the ornery dawg if he war atryin' ter eat yer pard up. Yuh see I
didn't know ther hull facts in ther case, I didn't. Let up easy,
now, bub; drap thet gun, won't yer?" he whined.
"Don't do it, Thad!" shouted Maurice, dancing about on the deck of
the flat in his excitement; "don't you trust him an inch, I tell
you! Make him vamoose the ranch--tell him to clear out, or you'll
pepper his hide."
But Thad needed no such entreaty on the part of his chum to know
only too well that not the slightest reliance could be placed on
the honor of such a rough customer.
He continued to cover the man.
"If you take one step this way I'll let fly!" he said,
impressively.
"But I ain't holdin' no grudge agin you-uns now 'bout thet dawg.
Reckons it's better the critter's got his, 'cause the missus sez
as how he acted like he wos agwine mad," expostulated the man; but
there was a gleam in his eyes that Thad did not like, and he would
not take chances.
"All right, if that's the case; but all the same you threatened
me, and I'm not going to trust you close. Just back up along the
beach, and if you make the first move to do anything I'm going to
shoot. Now, twenty-three for yours, mister, skidoo! We don't want
your company; not today," said Thad.
The man looked at him. He must have seen something in the
determined manner of the lad to influence him in reaching a
decision. That boy would keep his word; he was ready to shoot if
crossed; and the way in which he had killed the brute of a dog
proved his skill with the gun he was fondling now.
"Oh! all right, bub, I'll clear out, if yuh sez so; but if I ever
get a chanct tuh even up this hyer score I'm gwine tuh do hit,
sure's yer born!"
He moved away, muttering, and looking angrily toward the lad; but
not once did the latter show signs of weakening.
When the big fellow had vanished from sight, Thad hastened to draw
the dinghy, which Maurice had hastily emptied, back to the beach.
"Just sit in it and keep an eye toward the bank, Thad," sang out
the chum on the boat, "and leave it to me to drag you out here.
That chap means mischief, unless I'm mistaken."
Since his own thoughts coincided with those expressed by Maurice,
Thad was satisfied to obey instructions. He squatted low in the
small craft, handled the gun in a way that any one ashore could
not help seeing, and kept watch along the line.
When he was almost there he saw the man break cover, almost
directly opposite, and could even note the look of disappointment
on his face as he discovered how the boy had eluded his clutches.
He shouted out something which neither of them wholly understood;
but there could be no mistaking the ugly manner in which that fist
was shaken toward them.
"Don't notice him, and he'll go away soon. It's getting dusk
already, you know, and cold enough to freeze his red nose."
Maurice proved to be something of a prophet, for sure enough
presently the man, finding that his derisive words met with no
response, concluded that lingering in the vicinity did not pay.
"There, he's gone," announced Thad, finally.
"A good riddance of bad rubbish," echoed his chum.
"I hope we don't have visitors in the night," remarked Thad.
"Um; so that is what was on your mind. Well, now, I hardly think
that fellow, or any of his crowd will have the nerve to come here
and try to swim out to us; and you see they can't get aboard any
other way, having no boat. Still--"
"You mean that we had better be on the safe side, and keep watch?"
suggested Thad.
"I was just going to say something along that style. It wouldn't
be a bad idea, you know."
"Well, I always did believe that it's better to keep from getting
a cold, than to be able to cure one."
But evidently the man must have determined that, with a gun in
their possession, the boys were not to be easily taken by
surprise, for he did not show up during the entire night, much to
the relief of both young shanty-boat cruisers.
Perhaps he had no companions to back him up in a desperate
enterprise; or it may be that the comforts of his own cabin
appealed too much to him on this stormy night.
Be the cause what it might, both lads were satisfied to have the
night pass without any alarm; though several times when Thad was
on guard some prowling raccoon or skunk on the shore gave him
cause to fancy that the anticipated trouble was on the point of
breaking loose.
Who the man was, and what manner of boat he possessed neither of
them ever knew; for they caught no glimpse of any craft just below
their stopping place when eventually the chance came to continue
the voyage.