NEW HOPE
Joe's first realization, after he had regained his nearly spent breath
and accepted a blanket which he wrapped around him, was that Helen was
standing near him, holding his hand.
"Oh, Joe!" she murmured. "I am so glad--so glad--and proud of you!"
He smiled, rather a weak smile it is true, but it was a smile.
"Better look out," he said. "I'll get you wet."
"I don't care," she replied.
"She wouldn't go away," said Mr. Blair, who had Joe's other hand and
was vigorously shaking it. "I tried to make her go when--when four
minutes passed and you didn't come up. We thought maybe you were caught
fast, too."
"Was I down four minutes?" asked Joe.
"Four minutes and forty seconds," said Helen. "I kept track by my wrist
watch. It was awful, Joe, to see the seconds ticking off. I could
hardly do it--but--I did," she finished with a smile.
"Four minutes and forty seconds," murmured Joe. "Then I've beaten the
world's record."
"Yes," said Helen.
"If it had only been in the circus tank," Joe went on. "It would have
been a big advertisement for the show."
"I fancy you'll get advertisement enough out of it as it is," said Mr.
Blair significantly, as he glanced at the enthusiastic crowd which the
constables had hard work to prevent from overwhelming Joe, the diver
and others on the wall of the reservoir. "And here come the newspaper
men to have a talk with you. They've been here ever since word went out
that the diver was held down there under the water."
But Dr. Wertz, who had been giving some medicine to the diver, now came
over to Joe and insisted on examining him before he would allow the
reporters to interview the boy fish.
"Oh, I'm all right," Joe said. "Thank you just the same. All I need is
a little fresh air."
"But my dear young man, you were under water a long while--nearly five
minutes. You may be injured."
"Oh, I guess not," Joe said. "I am used to it, you see," and he quickly
explained.
"Ach! So? Yes!" exclaimed Dr. Wertz, who spoke at times with a
pronounced German accent. "And have you felt no ill effects of the
water pressure on your vocal chords or your ear drums?"
"Why, no, I haven't," said Joe, and a strange thought came into his
mind. "You see, I haven't been at it long. But a friend of mine was
disabled from doing the act I'm doing in the circus."
"So? I think I should like to have a talk with you, young man, about
yourself and that friend of yours when there is time," said Dr. Wertz.
"Just now let me look you over."
He took Joe into the gate house, to which the diver had already been
carried. Tom Rand, whose diving suit had been removed, was lying on an
improvised bed. He seemed weak and ill, but he held out a rather
trembling hand to Joe.
"I guess you're the chap who saved my life," he said slowly. "I can't
thank you--now--too nearly all in. But I--I guess you know how I feel
about it."
"Sure--yes," answered Joe. "It's an even deal. You grabbed me just in
time or I'd have been in that pipe, too."
The diver nodded.
"It was a close call," he said.
Arrangements were being made to take the diver to the local hospital.
He was not seriously hurt, only he had been under a strain and needed
rest and quiet. The physician looked Joe over.
"Well, I can't find anything the matter with you," he said with a
smile. "You certainly are a marvel at holding your breath, though.
Nearly five minutes! I don't see how you did it."
"Just practice, I guess," Joe answered. "Then, too, I made up my mind I
wasn't coming up without him," and he nodded toward Tom Rand.
While Joe was dressing, after vigorously rubbing himself, the diver was
taken away. Dr. Wertz accompanied him, and promised to see Joe again,
for our hero had certain questions he wanted to ask the physician.
Joe then gave the newspaper men the chance they had been waiting for.
Several of them had flocked to the scene of the accident as soon as it
was known that something mysterious had happened to the diver. And Joe
was in a position to tell exactly what the situation was down under the
water, though he had not yet heard just how the diver came to be
caught.
Joe described his own work modestly enough, but the newspaper men were
shrewd enough to guess what Joe had left out, and one may be sure, in
the writing of the story, they omitted none of the thrills.
It was a "big story" and soon was being telegraphed over the country,
though, of course, the local papers made the most of it, spreading it
entirely across their front pages, using big headlines. Joe's picture
was snapped by several photographers, one having secured a view of Joe
in his ragged trousers and old shirt--the improvised bathing suit.
"Well, I suppose we might as well be getting back to the circus," said
Joe to Helen, when he could get away from the reporters and
photographers. An admiring crowd of boys followed him as he made his
way out to his motor-cycle.
"Are you going on with your act--after what you have gone through
with?" asked Helen in surprise.
"Why not?" Joe asked in some astonishment. "No one else can take my
place, can he?"
"No, but I should think you'd be so exhausted that you couldn't
perform."
"Oh, I'm all right," said Joe easily; but, truth to tell, he did feel
the strain. "I may not try to break any under-water records," he went
on, "but I'll do all the rest of it."
Some of the circus folk had witnessed the sensational rescue by Joe,
and when he and Helen reached the circus grounds our hero was met by
Jim Tracy.
"What's this I hear about you?" asked the ringmaster.
"Nothing bad, I hope," answered Joe with a smile.
"I should say not! Say! this will be the biggest card you ever had, or
the circus either. Wait until you see what happens, Joe."
And something did happen.
Jim had the whole story from the early editions of the papers, which
sold in great numbers on the circus grounds. Of course, there was a
record breaking crowd at the show, for the story had spread that the
young rescuer of the imprisoned diver was the boy fish who performed in
the glass tank with the seal, and reserved seats near Joe's platform
were at a premium.
Joe spoke to the ringmaster, saying he thought he would not try for a
very long under-water stay that afternoon, as his chest hurt him a
little.
"I should say you wouldn't try!" exclaimed Jim. "I wouldn't let you.
And don't work on the trapeze at all. Just do as much of your tank act
as you can."
"Oh, I can do all that," Joe said quickly, "and string it out a bit if
I cut out the trapeze work."
"Cut it out, then--at least for to-day."
When Jim Tracy made his usual announcement about Joe, before the boy
fish entered the tank, there was a burst of applause at the mention of
our hero's name, some one called out:
"Three cheers for the pluckiest lad in seven counties!"
There was a roar from the big crowd in the circus tent, and Joe
blushingly bowed his thanks. The papers had made his bravery known to
every one, and there was a craning of necks to see him.
It was a relief to Joe to swim about in the tank after what he had done
in the forty feet of water, and he floated about with Lizzie, doing
graceful turns, exhibiting some of his tricks, and eating under water.
The seal seemed to show much affection for her young owner, and took
piece after piece of fish from his hand beneath the surface.
Joe's act was applauded again and again, and he had to take several
curtain calls, though, of course, there was no curtain in the circus.
"It went well, Joe! It was big!" whispered Jim Tracy, as our hero went
to his dressing-room after the act was over. "It's the biggest card
yet. I'm going to have new posters printed, showing you rescuing the
diver."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that."
"Sure I will. And say, Joe, if you want to ask for more money I won't
object," and the ringmaster smiled.
"Well, I can always use it," Joe replied.
Jim Tracy nodded, but he wondered what Joe was doing with his large
salary--that is, large in circus circles.
At night an even larger crowd came to the circus, and Joe's act seemed
the center of attraction. He was glad, not only on his own account, but
because it helped to advertise the circus.
Jim Tracy made a hasty change in plans and stayed two more days in the
town where Joe had made the rescue, since it was the center of a large
community. And each additional day and night saw the big tent jammed.
Joe's fame was spreading.
He called on Tom Rand in the hospital, and was glad to find the diver
much improved. Rand explained how the accident had happened.
He was adjusting the valve, which was impossible to work from the gate
house above, when his foot slipped in the mud. As the pipe was partly
open, his leaden-soled boot became jammed in the crack. Try as he did,
he could not get loose, and he was losing hope when Joe came swimming
down to him.
"I thought at first you were a big fish, such as I've often seen in my
ocean-diving work," said the man. "And when I had a good look at you I
sure was startled."
"Well, they call me the boy fish," Joe said with a smile.
Dr. Wertz was at the hospital, and shook his head at seeing Joe.
"I can't understand why you aren't suffering from your under-water
work," said the physician. "I am, as perhaps you know, engaged by the
company for whom Mr. Rand works. It employs several divers, and on
tasks where there is a risk I am always on hand to be ready to aid the
men if necessary. That is why I happened to be at the reservoir."
"I have made a study of diseases and ailments brought on by water
pressure and diving work, and I wonder you do not show some signs of
ear or throat trouble."
"I'd like to talk to you about that," said Joe. "The young man whose
place I took is suffering from that. He is going deaf and dumb, they
tell me," and Joe gave all the details of Benny's case.
"And you say they have given up hope of curing him?" asked Dr. Wertz.
"Yes," said Joe. "Can it be done? Would an operation help?"
"It would," said the physician quickly. "I have not done it myself, nor
do I feel justified in attempting it. But there is a fellow countryman
of mine, now in New York, who has operated most successfully. His fees
are high, not necessarily for himself, but a complicated apparatus is
necessary, and it takes several assistants and nurses who must be paid.
I have no doubt but if Dr. Hassenberg operated on your friend he could
cure him!"
"Then," said Joe slowly, "I wish you would arrange it for me. I want
Benny cured!"