A RESCUE AND A BIVOUAC.
From the bow of the _Algonquin_ Rob kept his eyes riveted on the spot at
which he had seen the sloop vanish. But for some time he could see
nothing but the billowing crests of the waves. Suddenly, to his
astonishment, from the midst of the combing summits, there was revealed
the swaying mast of the sloop, cutting great arcs dizzily across the
lowering sky.
As the _Algonquin_ climbed to a wave top the entire length of the sloop
was disclosed to the lad's gaze. On her deck he could now plainly see two
figures.
"Got a glass?" he inquired of Ike.
"Sure," responded that individual, floundering forward with a pair of
binoculars.
Rob clapped them to his eyes. The figures of Hiram and Tubby Hopkins swam
into the field of vision. At the same instant, or so it seemed, Rob made
out the wall of green water rushing downward upon the sloop.
While a cry of alarm still quivered upon his lips, the sloop rallied an
instant, and then--was wiped out!
The others had pressed forward too, and the _Algonquin_ had, by that
time, gotten close enough for them all to witness the marine tragedy.
"Steady, Rob," exclaimed the major, his hand on Rob's shoulder, "they may
be all right yet."
Rob's face was white and set, but he nodded bravely. It seemed impossible
that anything living could have escaped from the overwhelming avalanche
of water.
Merritt seized the glasses as Rob set them down to take the wheel again.
He peered through them with straining eyes.
"Hullo, what's that off in the water there?" he shouted suddenly,
pointing.
The next instant the object he had descried had vanished in the trough of
a sea.
"Could you make out anybody?" asked the major anxiously.
"It looked like a spar with--Yes, there are two figures clinging to it."
"Here, let me look!" Rob snatched the glasses out of his comrade's hand.
"Hooray!" he cried the next instant, "it's Tubby and Hiram!"
"Are you sure?" asked the major, "perhaps it's some members of Hunt's
crew."
"No, it's Tubby and Hiram. I can make out their uniforms," cried Rob. As
he spoke he swung the wheel over, and the _Algonquin's_ head was turned
in the direction of the spot where a spar with two objects clinging to it
had last been seen.
"Wonder what can have become of Hunt and his crowd?" said Merritt
presently.
"Maybe they've met with a watery grave," conjectured one of the
detectives, "and from what you've told me it would be a good end for
them."
"If they hain't taken that pocket-book with them," put in his companion,
"the kidnapping of those boys was as desperate a bit of work as I've ever
heard tell of."
In a brief time the two lads, none the worse apparently for their
immersion, had been hauled on board the _Algonquin_, and were being plied
with eager questions.
"I guess I caught on to that boom more by instinct than anything else,"
explained Tubby, "when I got the water out of my lungs I looked about me
and saw that Hiram had grabbed it too."
"That's what I call luck," said one of the detectives in a wondering
tone.
"It surely was," agreed Hiram, "but I guess there's a bigger bit coming."
"What do you mean?" asked the major, struck by something odd in the lad's
tone.
For answer Tubby thrust a hand into an inside pocket of his coat and drew
forth something that, dripping with water as it was, could be easily
recognized as--the missing pocket-book!
"I guess they forgot to search me for it in the excitement following the
collapse of the roof. I'm sorry it got wet, major," he added.
But the major and the others could only regard the fat boy with wondering
eyes. Suddenly the major, the first to recover his senses, spoke:
"I don't know how I'm ever to thank you for this, Hopkins----," he began.
"Tell you how you can," spoke the irrepressible Tubby swiftly.
"How, my boy?"
"By taking us some place where we can get something to eat," quoth Tubby,
"I'm so hungry I could demolish the left hind leg of a brass monkey
without winking."
* * * * * * * *
From the tumbling waves of an angry sea to the cool shadows of a
magnificent forest of chestnut and oak may be a long distance to travel,
but such is the jump over time and space that we must make if we wish to
accompany our Boy Scouts to their Mountain Camp. The evening sun, already
almost touching the peaks of the nearest range, was striking level shafts
of light through the forest as our party came to a halt, and Major
Dangerfield ordered the canoes, by which they had traversed the smooth
stretches of Echo Lake, hauled ashore.
It was more than three days since the party had left the shores of Lake
Champlain. The passage of the lake from its lower end had been made by
canoes. The same craft they were now using had transported them. There
were three of the frail, delicate little vessels. One was blue, another a
rich Indian red, and the third a dark green.
The canoes had been purchased by Major Dangerfield at Lakehead, a small
town at which they left the railroad. They had been stocked with
provisions and equipment for their long dash into the solitudes of the
Adirondacks. Reaching Dangerfield, the canoes had been transported
overland till the first of a chain of lakes, leading into the interior,
had been reached. Here, to the boys' huge delight, they once more took to
the water.
In the party were Rob, Merritt, young Hopkins, Hiram and little Andy
Bowles, the bugler of the Eagles. Andy had been brought along because, as
Rob had said, he was so little he would tuck in anywhere. Of course there
had been keen regret on the part of the lads who were, of necessity, left
behind. But they had borne it with true scout spirit and wished their
lucky comrades all the good fortune in the world, when they embarked from
Hampton.
Travel had bronzed the lads and stained and crumpled their smart
uniforms. But they looked very fit and scout-like as they bustled about,
making the various preparations for the evening's camp. Two members of
the party have not yet been mentioned. One of these was a tall, lanky man
with a pair of big horn-rimmed spectacles set athwart his nose, and
arrayed in a queer combination of woodsman's clothes and a pedant's
immaculate dress. He had retained a white lawn tie and long black coat,
but his nether limbs were encased in corduroys and gaiters, with a pair
of big, square-toed shoes protruding beneath. On his head was an
odd-looking round, black hat, which was always getting knocked into the
water or caught on branches and swept off. This queer figure was
Professor Jeremiah Jorum.
The second addition to the party was the major's factotum, Christopher
Columbus Julius Pompey Snaggs. But for purposes of identification he
answered to the name of Jumbo. Jumbo was a big-framed negro, intensely
black and with a sunny, child-like disposition. He had a propensity for
coining words to suit his convenience, deeming the King's English
insufficient in scope to express his emotions.
Standing on the sandy strip of beach as he emerged from the red canoe,
with a load of "duffle," Jumbo gazed about him in an interested way.
"Dis sutt'in'ly am a glumpferiferous spot to locate a camp," he remarked,
letting his big eyes roll from the tranquil expanse of lake, fringed with
feathery balsams and firs, to the slope above him clothed in its growth
of fine timber, some of it hundreds of years old.
"Here you, Jumbo, hurry up with that bedding and then clean those fish!"
The voice was the major's. It hailed from a level spot a short distance
above the sandy beach. On this small plateau, the canvas "tepees" the Boy
Scouts carried were already erected, and a good fire was burning between
two green logs.
"Yas, sah, yas, sah! I'se a comin'," hailed the negro, lumbering up among
the loose rock, and almost spilling his load in his haste, "I'se a coming
so quintopulous dat you all kain't see muh fer de dus' I'se raisin'."
Before long the fish, caught by trolling as they came along, were
frizzling in the pan, and spreading an appetizing odor abroad. The aroma
of coffee and camp biscuit mingled with the other appetizing smells.
"Race anybody down to the lake for a wash!" shouted Rob suddenly.
In a flash he was off, followed by Merritt, Hiram and Tubby. Little Andy
Bowles, with his bugle suspended from his shoulders by a cord of the
Eagle colors, hurried along behind on his stumpy little legs.
"I win!" shouted Rob as he, with difficulty, paused on the brink of the
lake. But hardly were the words out of his mouth before Merritt flashed
up beside him.
"Almost a dead heat," laughed Rob, "I----But hullo, what's all this?"
Above them came a roar of sliding gravel and stones that sounded like an
avalanche. In the midst of it was Tubby, his rotund form dashing forward
at a great rate. His legs were flashing like the pistons of a racing
locomotive as he plunged down the hillside.
"Here, stop! stop!" shouted Rob, "you'll be in the lake in a minute!"
But the warning came too late. Tubby's heavy weight could not be checked
so easily. Faster he went, and faster, striving in vain to stop himself.
"He's gone!" yelled Merritt the next instant, as a splash announced that
Tubby had plunged into the lake water.
In a flash the fat boy was on the surface. But he was "dead game," and
while his comrades shouted with laughter he swam about, puffing like a
big porpoise.
"Come on in, the water's fine," he exclaimed.
"Even with your uniform on?" jeered Hiram.
"Sure! Oh-ouch! what's that?"
The fat boy had perceived a queer-looking head suddenly obtrude from the
water close to him. It was evident that he was not the only one to enjoy
an evening swim that day. A big water snake was sharing his involuntary
bath with him.
Tubby struck out with might and main for shore, and presently reached it,
dripping profusely. The major, when he heard of the occurrence, ordered a
change of clothes. When this had been made, Andy's bugle sounded the
quick lively notes of the mess call, and the Boy Scouts and their elders
gathered round the table which the boys' deft hands had composed of flat
slabs of birch bark supported on trestles of green wood. They sat on camp
stools which they carried with them. How heartily they ate! They had the
appetites that are born of woods and open places.
"Mah goodness, dose boys mus' have stumicks lak der olyphogenius
mammaothstikuscudsses!" exclaimed Jumbo as he hurried to and from his
cooking fire in response to constant demands for "more."