CHAPTER XXII.

WHERE AMBITION LED.

True to his word, the generous Irish lad was the very first to grasp

Nick's blistered hand and congratulate him on his wonderful success.

"That's what comes of stick-at-it-tiveness," declared Herb, ponderously,

as he, too, gripped the fingers of the successful shark fisherman.

Nick was allowed to get the rifle, and wind up the career of the savage

sea monster. In the morning they estimated his weight, just as they had

done with others in the past. Everybody was satisfied to agree with that

first guess which Jack made, and call it four hundred. And they declared

that Nick was a wonder, in that with only the assistance of the falls,

he had dragged such a monster up on the beach.

The voyage was resumed that day, and for the better part of a week they

were put to it dodging storms, making outside runs when the fair weather

allowed of their braving the open gulf, and extricating themselves from

various unpleasant predicaments, when they managed to lose themselves in

what had promised to be a convenient cut-off, but which proved a trap

in the shape of shallow water, with many chances of the boats sticking

in the mud.

After Pensacola would come Mobile; and then the next place they expected

to reach would be their destination, New Orleans.

Each night as they figured on the time that still remained, a sense

of gloom would descend upon the camp, though Jack or else Jimmy soon

dissipated it by some joking remark, or it might be by bursting out into

ragtime song. But they had had such a glorious time since starting out

on this remarkable voyage that they viewed its approaching finish with a

feeling bordering on dismay.

Jimmy had now taken to being haunted by a desire to eclipse the great

feat of his stout rival. Though it did not seem that there might be one

chance in fifty of his succeeding in capturing a fish that would exceed

the weight of that monster shark, Jimmy had developed an industrious

trait.

Early and late his mind was set upon the game. Nick had generously

turned over his shark tackle to the other. He guaranteed that it was

sound, and capable of sustaining any strain.

So Jimmy would each night do just what the other had been engaged in

until recently; and the way he attended to that line was worthy of all

praise.

But, although hardly a night went by that he did not make some sort of

capture, his best effort fell far short of the necessary heft, and Nick

began to feel that the wager was as good as won. Nevertheless, he

watched all that Jimmy did with a certain amount of interest, not to say

anxiety, knowing that there is, according to the old saying, "many a

slip between the cup and the lip."

All of them were in the very best of health, and in this the voyage down

the coast, and around the end of Florida among the keys had done them

good. Even Josh seemed to have recovered from his spell of indigestion,

and was able to do his share of the eating.

How could it be otherwise, when they were living in the open air day and

night, drinking in the pure ozone all the while; with contented minds,

and plenty to appease the healthy demands of the inner man?

So one fine afternoon they headed up the wide bay leading to Pensacola,

expecting to get more home letters here. George had a wrinkle between

his eyes at times, but this was not on account of any anxiety in

connection with a girl he had left behind him, as some of the others

jokingly declared. The fact was, his new engine was giving him a little

trouble.

"Tell you what, George," Herb had said, when they had to stop an hour

for the other to do some work, in order to induce the motor to carry on

its part; "your old _Wireless_ is just a hoodoo, and that's what ails

you."

"Huh!" grunted George, in disgust, "I'm beginning to believe that way

myself, to be honest now. I've done everything a fellow could do, even

to installing a new and guaranteed motor; yet here the measly thing goes

back on me, just like the old one used to. Huh! it's just sickening,

that's what!"

"But you see, George," Josh remarked, with a wide grin, "the bally boat

wouldn't feel right at all if it went too smooth. Ever since you first

got her she's been accustomed to playing you tricks. Expect her to

reform all at once, and be as meek as Moses? Well, I guess not. Give her

time, George, plenty of time."

"Oh! she's got to see me through this cruise," declared the owner of the

cranky speed boat; "because I haven't got the money to buy another right

now. And no matter what the rest of you say, I've somehow always loved

this boat."

"Of course," observed Herb; "they always say that the bad child is

loved most by its parents, because they feel the greatest anxiety for

that one. But give me the steady old _Comfort_, that never keeps me

awake guessing what sort of trick it'll play next."

"Oh! that's all right," remarked George, indifferently; "everybody to

their taste. But I'd die in that tub, watching all the rest run circles

around me."

"Oh! hardly that," laughed Herb; "because, you see, once in a while

there's a little ripple of excitement comes breezing along, when some

fellow asks to be taken in tow!"

Of course, after that George had nothing further to say; for he could

look back to several instances that were full of humiliation to his

proud spirit, when necessity had forced him to accept of this friendly

aid on the part of his chums.

But they reached Pensacola finally in good shape. George hoped that

after all, as the others said, that one little trick on the part of his

engine might have only been a slip that would never occur again; though

his confidence was shaken, and he watched its working suspiciously after

that.

Letters from home greeted them at Pensacola; but no new developments

were contained in them, at least nothing positive. The strike had not

been settled, and there was warm talk of the town putting men to work

regardless of labor unions.

"And so little has been done," Jack remarked, after getting the

consensus of opinions from all the letters that had been read, "that I

can't see, for the life of me, how they're ever going to complete the

building this season. I understand that it was proposed to use the

biggest church in a pinch; but just as luck would have it, the heating

plant in that has gone all to pieces, so that the scholars would be apt

to freeze."

The boys looked at each other, and smiled. Perhaps they were, deep down

in their hearts, secretly hoping that the workers up there would keep on

quarreling, and the completion of the high school building be postponed

until the next summer. For boys give little thought concerning lost

opportunities in the way of learning. Besides, were they not getting the

finest lessons possible in the line of self reliance; and was not this

long cruise the best sort of education, when they had learned a thousand

things that could never be forgotten?

When they left Pensacola the weather appeared favorable; but at this

season of the year nothing can be taken for granted; so that the

experienced cruiser is accustomed to keeping a strict watch for signs of

storms.

They had need of caution about this time, since there arose a necessity

for considerable outside work, always dangerous in small boats, because

of shallow water near the shore, and an absence of suitable harbors in

which to seek shelter, should a sudden gale arise.

If all went well, they anticipated making it a one-night stop between

Pensacola and Mobile; and Jack thought he had the place for this camp

picked out on his coast chart, which he studied faithfully.

So, as this day moved along, they were putting the miles behind them at

a steady rate. George had no new trouble with his engine, though it was

noticed that he cut out some of his racing ahead of the others. Constant

friction from water will wear away granite in time; and the numerous and

long-continued troubles of George must be making an impression on his

usually buoyant spirits.

"Alabama, here we rest!" sang out Jack, about five in the afternoon, as

he pointed ahead to where a friendly island or key offered them the

shelter they craved.

"Oh! I'm so glad!" Nick was heard to say, and they could easily guess

why; for of course Nick must be ravenously hungry--he nearly always

was.

Accordingly they headed in, meaning to pass behind the end of the key

that jutted out like a human finger, offering an asylum to all small

craft that could gain the sheltered water behind.

It was just while they were slowing up, since caution had to be

exercised whenever they neared shoal waters, that Herb called out

excitedly:

"Oh! Jack, look out yonder; what in the dickens is that coming along,

and sticking out of the water?"

Of course every eye was instantly turned in the direction Herb was

pointing.

"It's a whale!" shouted Nick, almost falling overboard in his excitement,

as he discovered some dreadful looking black object rushing through the

water amid a sparkling mass of foam.

"A whale!" echoed Jimmy, dancing up and down excitedly; "Och! if I only

had a harpoon now, wouldn't it be just grand? A whale would knock the

spots out of the biggest shark that iver grew, so it would."

Jack had snatched up his marine glasses, and was leveling them at the

monster, back of which trailed that line of foam and bubbles. The

others, watching, saw him stare as though hardly able to believe his

eyes, and then laugh outright.

"Oh! there goes Jimmy in the dinky; and, would you believe it, he's got

a gun!" exclaimed Nick. "Nothing is too big to scare that boy, I do

believe. He'd just as soon tackle a whale as a sunfish. Call him back,

Jack, or he'll be drowned!"

Jack laid down the glasses, which had occupied his attention so much

that he had not observed the actions of his cruising mate.

"Here, you, Jimmy, come right back!" he called, though he could hardly

talk because of the desire to laugh.

"But howld on, Jack, darlint, didn't ye be afther sayin' anything that

swum was a fish; and if I get a whale ain't it fair play?" the other

replied, pausing in his labor of using the short oars belonging to the

_Tramp's_ tender.

"Sure, I did," answered Jack; "but that didn't mean you could go around

banging away at one of your Uncle Sam's submarines, out for a trial spin

from the Pensacola navy-yard. I guess you'd better come back now, before

you get in trouble; don't you?"

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