AN EXCITING ADVENTURE
Dick now began to look about for a position in a store or
counting-room. Until he should obtain one he determined to devote half
the day to blacking boots, not being willing to break in upon his small
capital. He found that he could earn enough in half a day to pay all
his necessary expenses, including the entire rent of the room. Fosdick
desired to pay his half; but Dick steadily refused, insisting upon
paying so much as compensation for his friend’s services as instructor.
It should be added that Dick’s peculiar way of speaking and use of
slang terms had been somewhat modified by his education and his
intimacy with Henry Fosdick. Still he continued to indulge in them to
some extent, especially when he felt like joking, and it was natural to
Dick to joke, as my readers have probably found out by this time. Still
his manners were considerably improved, so that he was more likely to
obtain a situation than when first introduced to our notice.
Just now, however, business was very dull, and merchants, instead of
hiring new assistants, were disposed to part with those already in
their employ. After making several ineffectual applications, Dick began
to think he should be obliged to stick to his profession until the next
season. But about this time something occurred which considerably
improved his chances of preferment.
This is the way it happened.
As Dick, with a balance of more than a hundred dollars in the savings
bank, might fairly consider himself a young man of property, he thought
himself justified in occasionally taking a half holiday from business,
and going on an excursion. On Wednesday afternoon Henry Fosdick was
sent by his employer on an errand to that part of Brooklyn near
Greenwood Cemetery. Dick hastily dressed himself in his best, and
determined to accompany him.
The two boys walked down to the South Ferry, and, paying their two
cents each, entered the ferry boat. They remained at the stern, and
stood by the railing, watching the great city, with its crowded
wharves, receding from view. Beside them was a gentleman with two
children,—a girl of eight and a little boy of six. The children were
talking gayly to their father. While he was pointing out some object of
interest to the little girl, the boy managed to creep, unobserved,
beneath the chain that extends across the boat, for the protection of
passengers, and, stepping incautiously to the edge of the boat, fell
over into the foaming water.
At the child’s scream, the father looked up, and, with a cry of horror,
sprang to the edge of the boat. He would have plunged in, but, being
unable to swim, would only have endangered his own life, without being
able to save his child.
“My child!” he exclaimed in anguish,—“who will save my child? A
thousand—ten thousand dollars to any one who will save him!”
There chanced to be but few passengers on board at the time, and nearly
all these were either in the cabins or standing forward. Among the few
who saw the child fall was our hero.
Now Dick was an expert swimmer. It was an accomplishment which he had
possessed for years, and he no sooner saw the boy fall than he resolved
to rescue him. His determination was formed before he heard the liberal
offer made by the boy’s father. Indeed, I must do Dick the justice to
say that, in the excitement of the moment, he did not hear it at all,
nor would it have stimulated the alacrity with which he sprang to the
rescue of the little boy.
Little Johnny had already risen once, and gone under for the second
time, when our hero plunged in. He was obliged to strike out for the
boy, and this took time. He reached him none too soon. Just as he was
sinking for the third and last time, he caught him by the jacket. Dick
was stout and strong, but Johnny clung to him so tightly, that it was
with great difficulty he was able to sustain himself.
“Put your arms round my neck,” said Dick.
The little boy mechanically obeyed, and clung with a grasp strengthened
by his terror. In this position Dick could bear his weight better. But
the ferry-boat was receding fast. It was quite impossible to reach it.
The father, his face pale with terror and anguish, and his hands
clasped in suspense, saw the brave boy’s struggles, and prayed with
agonizing fervor that he might be successful. But it is probable, for
they were now midway of the river, that both Dick and the little boy
whom he had bravely undertaken to rescue would have been drowned, had
not a row-boat been fortunately near. The two men who were in it
witnessed the accident, and hastened to the rescue of our hero.
“Keep up a little longer,” they shouted, bending to their oars, “and we
will save you.”
Dick heard the shout, and it put fresh strength into him. He battled
manfully with the treacherous sea, his eyes fixed longingly upon the
approaching boat.
“Hold on tight, little boy,” he said. “There’s a boat coming.”
The little boy did not see the boat. His eyes were closed to shut out
the fearful water, but he clung the closer to his young preserver. Six
long, steady strokes, and the boat dashed along side. Strong hands
seized Dick and his youthful burden, and drew them into the boat, both
dripping with water.
“God be thanked!” exclaimed the father, as from the steamer he saw the
child’s rescue. “That brave boy shall be rewarded, if I sacrifice my
whole fortune to compass it.”
“You’ve had a pretty narrow escape, young chap,” said one of the
boatmen to Dick. “It was a pretty tough job you undertook.”
“Yes,” said Dick. “That’s what I thought when I was in the water. If it
hadn’t been for you, I don’t know what would have ’come of us.”
“Anyhow you’re a plucky boy, or you wouldn’t have dared to jump into
the water after this little chap. It was a risky thing to do.”
“I’m used to the water,” said Dick, modestly. “I didn’t stop to think
of the danger, but I wasn’t going to see that little fellow drown
without tryin’ to save him.”
The boat at once headed for the ferry wharf on the Brooklyn side. The
captain of the ferry-boat, seeing the rescue, did not think it
necessary to stop his boat, but kept on his way. The whole occurrence
took place in less time than I have occupied in telling it.
The father was waiting on the wharf to receive his little boy, with
what feelings of gratitude and joy can be easily understood. With a
burst of happy tears he clasped him to his arms. Dick was about to
withdraw modestly, but the gentleman perceived the movement, and,
putting down the child, came forward, and, clasping his hand, said with
emotion, “My brave boy, I owe you a debt I can never repay. But for
your timely service I should now be plunged into an anguish which I
cannot think of without a shudder.”
Our hero was ready enough to speak on most occasions, but always felt
awkward when he was praised.
“It wasn’t any trouble,” he said, modestly. “I can swim like a top.”
“But not many boys would have risked their lives for a stranger,” said
the gentleman. “But,” he added with a sudden thought, as his glance
rested on Dick’s dripping garments, “both you and my little boy will
take cold in wet clothes. Fortunately I have a friend living close at
hand, at whose house you will have an opportunity of taking off your
clothes, and having them dried.”
Dick protested that he never took cold; but Fosdick, who had now joined
them, and who, it is needless to say, had been greatly alarmed at
Dick’s danger, joined in urging compliance with the gentleman’s
proposal, and in the end our hero had to yield. His new friend secured
a hack, the driver of which agreed for extra recompense to receive the
dripping boys into his carriage, and they were whirled rapidly to a
pleasant house in a side street, where matters were quickly explained,
and both boys were put to bed.
“I aint used to goin’ to bed quite so early,” thought Dick. “This is
the queerest excursion I ever took.”
Like most active boys Dick did not enjoy the prospect of spending half
a day in bed; but his confinement did not last as long as he
anticipated.
In about an hour the door of his chamber was opened, and a servant
appeared, bringing a new and handsome suit of clothes throughout.
“You are to put on these,” said the servant to Dick; “but you needn’t
get up till you feel like it.”
“Whose clothes are they?” asked Dick.
“They are yours.”
“Mine! Where did they come from?”
“Mr. Rockwell sent out and bought them for you. They are the same size
as your wet ones.”
“Is he here now?”
“No. He bought another suit for the little boy, and has gone back to
New York. Here’s a note he asked me to give you.”
Dick opened the paper, and read as follows,—
“Please accept this outfit of clothes as the first instalment of a debt
which I can never repay. I have asked to have your wet suit dried, when
you can reclaim it. Will you oblige me by calling to-morrow at my
counting room, No. —, Pearl Street.
“Your friend,
“JAMES ROCKWELL.”