CAPTAIN WIGGS'S PROPOSAL
Fenn had to stand considerable "jollying" on the part of his chums, but,
though he blushed and was a little annoyed, he took it in good part.
"You can talk about Ruth all you like," he said, "but, just the same, if
you have any plans to beat a cruise on the Great Lakes, why--trot 'em
out, that's all. We've got to go somewhere this vacation, and I don't
see any better place, though I've looked through the whole geography."
"And the only place you could get to was Bayville," interrupted Ned.
"It's all right, Stumpy. I agree with you, that it would be a fine
trip."
"How could we make it?" asked Frank.
"Walk, of course," replied Bart, with a grin. "It's water all the way."
"Funny!" answered Frank, poking his sarcastic chum in the ribs. "I mean
where could we get a boat?"
"Hire one, I s'pose," put in Fenn, who had been busy marking an
imaginary cruise in lead pencil on the map of the Great Lakes.
"That would be pretty expensive," said Bart. "We're not millionaires,
though we each have a little money salted away in the bank."
The boys discussed the proposed cruise for some time longer, but there
seemed no way of going on it. To hire a steamer or motorboat for such a
long trip was practically out of the question for them, and, with much
regret they all admitted it could not be considered.
"Come over to-morrow night," invited Fenn, when his chums left that
evening. "Maybe we can think of something by then."
The next afternoon Fenn, who had gone to the store for his mother,
stopped, on his way back, at the public dock of the Still River, where
several vessels were loading with freight for Lake Erie ports. There was
much hurrying about and seeming confusion; wagons and trucks backing up
and going ahead, and scores, of men wheeling boxes and barrels on board
lighters and steamers.
"Port! Port your helm!" suddenly called a voice, almost in Fenn's ear,
and he jumped to one side, to allow a short, stout man, with his arms
full of bundles, to pass him. "That's it!" the man went on. "Nearly run
you down, didn't I? Thought you were a water-logged craft in my course.
Why, hello! If it isn't Fenn Masterson!"
"Captain Wiggs!" exclaimed Fenn, recognizing the commander of the
_Modoc_.
"Looking for a berth?" went on the captain, as he placed his bundles
down on the head of a barrel. "I can sign you as cleaner of the after
boiler tubes, if you like," and he looked so grave that Fenn did not
know whether he was joking or not. It was a habit the captain had, of
making the most absurd remarks in a serious way, so that even his
friends, at times, did not quite know how to take him. "Yes," he went
on, "I need a small boy to crawl through the after boiler tubes twice a
day to keep 'em clean. Would you like the job?"
"I--I don't believe so," replied Fenn, with a smile, for now he knew
Captain Wiggs was joking.
"All right then," said the commander, with an assumed sigh. "I'll have
to do it myself, and I'm getting pretty old and fat for such work. The
tubes are smaller than they used to be. But I dare say I can manage it.
Where you going?" he asked Fenn suddenly, with a change of manner.
"No place in particular. Home, pretty soon. Why?"
"I was going to ask you to come aboard and have a glass of lemonade,"
invited the captain. "It's a hot day and lemonade is the best drink I
know of."
"Oh, I'll come," decided Fenn, for Captain Wiggs's lemonade had quite a
reputation. Besides there were always queer little chocolate cakes in
the captain's cabin lockers, for he was very fond of sweet things, as
Fenn knew from experience.
"Haven't saved any more sinking automobiles, lately, have you?" asked
the commander, when Fenn was seated in the cabin, sipping a glass of the
delicious beverage.
"No. Mr. Hayward has gone back to Bayville."
"Bayville? Is that where he lives?" asked Captain Wiggs.
"That's it," replied Fenn. "Why?"
"That's odd," mused the captain. "I'm going right near there, this
cruise. You see I've got a mixed cargo this trip," he explained. "I've
got to deliver some things at several lake ports, but the bulk of the
stuff goes to Duluth. Now if you would only ship with me, as cleaner of
the after boiler tubes, why you could go along."
"Could I?" asked Fenn eagerly.
"Sure."
"And--and could you take any other boiler tube cleaners, or--or any
other help?"
"Well, I need a couple of lads to dust the coal," said the captain, so
seriously that Fenn thought he meant it. "You see if coal is dusty it
doesn't burn well," he added. "We have to dust off every lump before we
can put it in the boiler. Now a couple of handy lads, who were quick and
smart could--"
"Maybe you could use three," suggested Fenn, with a smile.
"Sure I could," spoke the captain. "That's it!" he added quickly. "You
and your three chums! Why not? You four could come along, and, if
necessary, you could all dust coal. We use a lot of it. Come on now,
here's a proposal for you," and the captain smiled good naturedly. "You
four boys come along and make the trip to Duluth with me."
"Would it--would it cost much?" asked Fenn, seeing a chance of carrying
out the cruise he had planned.
"Not a cent. I tell you I'll use you boys in more ways than one. Dusting
the coal is only a small matter. There is the smoke stack to be scrubbed,
the dishes to be hand painted and the windows to be taken out and put in
again."
"Do you mean it?" asked Fenn. "I mean, do you really want us on this
trip, Captain Wiggs?"
"Of course I do. I sail in three days, to be gone a month or more. If
you boys want to have a good vacation come along. Get the permission of
your folks and let me know to-night."
"I will!" exclaimed Fenn, his brain whirling with the suddenness of it
all. "I'll tell the other boys right away," and, not even pausing to
thank the captain for the lemonade, he hurried up the companion ladder,
out on the deck of the _Modoc_ and, jumping to the dock, ran up the
street as fast as he could go.