THE HUNGARIAN MOB
“There’s only one thing we can do,” Jack told them, “which is to work
the boat along closer to the western shore. Before long, unless my map
of the river is all wrong, we ought to strike a town by the name of
Mohaca, a railroad place situated on a sharp bend of the Danube, and
there must be some one in that town who can do the necessary repairs to
our engine, if we hold over half a day.”
The others admitted that the plan proposed by their leader sounded good
to them. And accordingly they set to work first of all to get the
trailing anchor aboard, so that their progress would be delayed no
longer.
Buster was much relieved. Besides, it was Josh who was saturated to the
skin now, and when one means to be cheerful it counts for considerable
“whose ox is gored,” as Buster liked to put it.
Still he felt sorry when he saw Josh shivering, for the air had become
suddenly quite cool after the passing of the storm, and insisted on
wrapping a blanket about the slim boy.
All of them kept watch for signs of the town below. The afternoon was
wearing on very fast now, and they hoped to arrive before sunset. It
might be a difficult matter to find the machinist they wanted if they
reached the town on the bank of the Danube after darkness had set in.
“I reckon it’s at that bend below there,” said Jack; “if you look sharp
you can see the sun glinting from what looks to me like a church
steeple, with a cross on the same.”
“You hit it that time, Jack,” asserted Josh, “because that’s just what
it is. For one I’ll be glad to get where we can have a fire and dry
out.”
They were compelled to work pretty hard in order to get the boat over
close to the shore where the town stood. The current seemed to run in a
contrary direction, and did its best to frustrate their efforts.
Jack, however, remembering many other times when they had been aboard
motorboats that acted queerly, or else broke down, had seen to it that
there was a push-pole lashed to the side of the craft. The river at this
point proved to be comparatively shallow, so that it was easily possible
to reach bottom.
By changing hands, and each one having a turn, they kept where they
wanted to go, and in this way made the town.
It did not differ from other places they had been seeing along the
Danube, and after the storm it looked rather subdued. In the morning
they would find the customary amount of life in the place, together with
the usual display of soldiers’ uniforms, Jack did not doubt in the
least.
As they were passing slowly along in search of some place where they
might hope to have their broken-down engine repaired on the following
day, as well as a harbor of refuge for the coming night, loud cheers
drew their attention to the railroad which ran close to the river bank.
“It’s only another train-load of troops going to the front!” announced
Josh, as they saw numerous heads thrust from the windows of the
carriages, together with wildly waving hands.
“They think it’s a picnic to start with,” said George, “but before long
they’ll sing a different tune, I guess; that is, those who live through
the first battle. In these days of quick-firing guns and the terrible
shells, the chances a fellow has of coming back home are mighty small.
No soldiering for me if I know myself.”
“Oh, that’s all hot air you’re giving us, George,” scoffed Josh. “You
know mighty well that if our country was in danger, and you were old
enough, you’d enlist right away. So would we all of us, as well as Herb
and Andy at home. You’ve got your faults, George, as all of us have, but
being a coward isn’t one of them by a long shot.”
George did not make any reply to this speech, but smiled as though he
felt rather pleased to know even Josh had such a good opinion of his
fighting abilities.
The long train with its shouting crowds passed from sight. Evidently
these troops were headed for the Servian border, and expected to see
warm service there, fighting against the brave little country that had
long since won its independence from the Turks.
“I think I see what we’re wanting to find,” remarked Jack presently.
“It’s the usual boatyard you find in nearly all river towns,” added
Josh; “and we ought to be able to make arrangements for having our
engine looked over and repaired in the morning.”
“Make your minds easy on that score,” advised George, calmly enough;
“for even if we don’t run across a machinist who can do the job, trust
me to tackle it.”
“What! you?” ejaculated Buster.
“Why not?” demanded George, as though aggrieved that any one should for
a moment question his ability in that line. “Haven’t I taken the engine
of my Wireless to pieces many a time and put it together again?”
“That’s right, you have,” spoke up Josh, “because you never could let
well enough alone, but must be monkeying around your engine all the
time. That’s why Jack insisted in the beginning of this voyage that you
were to be a passenger and let him act as pilot and engineer.”
“But the engine’s broken down, isn’t it?” demanded George.
“Sure it has,” Josh admitted, “but that was a sheer accident, and you
didn’t have a thing to do with it.”
“There’s no reason to believe we’ll get left about finding a machinist
here,” Jack remarked, to calm the troubled waters. “I think that sign
tells us as much. But we’ll soon know.”
They managed to push the boat inside the enclosure. Here they found a
number of river craft of various types, and Jack noticed that among them
were several launches, from which fact he judged that the man did all
kinds of general repairing.
A short time later they landed and found the owner of the shop. He could
understand English, fortunately enough, so they were able to make a
bargain with him. Doubtless he must have charged them an exorbitant
price, for upon their accepting his terms he showed them unusual
courtesy, even telling them to push the boat inside his house, where he
could get to work at the engine in the morning.
He also informed the boys that if they chose to sleep aboard they were
at perfect liberty to do so. Should it storm again they would have the
benefit of a roof over their heads; and they could cook their supper at
the fire he would leave in the forge.
Buster immediately declared it would be a jolly thing all around.
“You know we do feel more or less cramped aboard our boat,” he went on
to remark, with considerable eagerness. “And if you say the word, why,
I’ll take my blanket and camp out here on the floor. There are plenty of
chips to make a soft bed, even if they don’t smell as sweet as hemlock
browse such as we have at home.”
“And another thing,” added Josh, “Jack and myself can get nice and dry
at the fire here in the forge. I think the man must have noticed that
we’d been soaked.”
“Yes, and he soaked us some more in the bargain,” complained George,
“according to the price we agreed to pay him for the easy job of mending
a broken engine. See, you might have saved all that money if you’d had
enough confidence in me to let me run the job.”
“Perhaps!” said Josh dryly, and there was such a world of meaning in
that one word as pronounced by him that George immediately fell silent,
not caring to bring about another verbal controversy.
The owner of the boatyard and shop was certainly very kind in allowing
those who were perfect strangers to him to remain over night there. He
must have seen by looking at the faces of the four boys that they were
worthy of trust. It was not everybody whom he would grant such a favor
to, and Jack told his chums they had reason to feel quite proud of the
fact.
It was by this time getting quite dark. The man had lighted a lamp for
them, which served to dispel the gloom in the shop’s interior. Josh was
already using the bellows in order to blow the dying fire into new life.
When the heat became noticeable he and Jack proceeded to warm up. By
degrees they found that this steaming process dried their clothes
admirably. Buster could tell them how efficient it had been in his own
case, only that Buster was now impatient for them to get through, so he
could have the red bed of coals for the purpose of cooking supper.
At the time the proprietor of the boatyard went away Jack had stepped
outside the door with him. As he expected, he found that the shop faced
on a street running close to the river itself.
As they had laid in plenty of provisions at Budapest, there was really
no necessity for any of them to wander around the town. If the boys
exhibited any curiosity in that respect, Jack meant to dampen their zeal
by telling them there might be some danger of strangers being eyed with
suspicion in these exciting days, and that it would be safest to stay at
the shop.
Besides, there could be no telling just when the repairs would be
finished, for, after all, the damage was apt to be slight; and in this
event they would want to be on the move with as little delay as
possible.
Bumpus was soon in his glory. It had indeed been a long while since they
had enjoyed the privilege of preparing a meal over such a fine fire as
the blacksmith forge afforded them. Besides, the glowing coals seemed so
much nicer than ordinary smoking wood; as Bumpus said, it saved the
cook’s back considerable, in that he did not have to bend down so much.
They found something that answered for a table, and by the light of the
lamp so kindly loaned by the owner they ate their supper. No matter what
it consisted of, for there is no time to go into particulars--at least
it had a “homey” taste to it, and brought back to their minds numerous
other meals which had accompanied their various cruises down American
rivers, through the Great Lakes, and among the islands of the Florida
coast.
It seemed very quiet down by the river. If the town itself was booming
with the spirit of war, the boys heard very little of it while they sat
around chatting, after partaking of the meal Bumpus provided.
Once George sauntered over to the door that led to the street and looked
out, but he did not venture forth. When he came back Josh, of course,
wanted to know what he had heard.
“Oh, nothing much,” the other replied with a yawn. “There’s considerable
noise up above, and perhaps some soldiers are getting ready to go away.
You know they make an awful lot of fuss over here when the boys are off
for the war.”
“So far as that goes, they do it everywhere,” remarked Jack. “I remember
plainly hearing my folks telling all that happened in our town in
ninety-eight, when the war with Spain broke out. Of course, all of us
were kids then, babies in fact, and we knew nothing about it; but I take
it there were lots of exciting things happening day after day, as trains
passed through. One country doesn’t differ a great deal from another,
when you come to take notice.”
“I hope you took pains to put up that stout bar again, George, after you
shut the double doors?” remarked Bumpus. “Not that I expect we’ll be
troubled with unwelcome visitors in the shape of thieves while we’re
roosting here, but you know it’s a heap nicer to know everything’s
lovely and the goose hangs high.”
“Oh, don’t borrow any trouble about that bar, Buster,” George assured
him. “Sure I put it back, just like I found it. I reckon the owner uses
it when he’s working in here behind closed doors and doesn’t want to be
disturbed. You know he locked the small door before going away. It’s all
right, Buster, so let your dear timid soul rest in peace.”
“Oh, not that I’m afraid,” asserted the other indignantly; “honest,
George, I only mentioned the matter as a simple precaution. Jack here
might have done the same, given a little more time. You ought to know me
better than that, George.”
The boat lay tied up in the basin inside the shed. Back of it was a
water gate, which had also been closed and fastened by the owner before
departing. Surrounded as they were by all the tools of a boat repairer’s
trade, the boys felt as though they were in strange company. Possibly
some of these same tools were built along different lines from what they
might have found in the same sort of an establishment in the States.
For quite some time the four chums sat there and talked over various
things of interest. Of course, these as a general rule had some
connection with their own fortunes. Many questions were asked and
answered, by one or another, as the case might be, although as a rule it
was Jack to whom most of them were addressed. The whole scheme of a
cruise down the Danube had originated with Jack, and for this reason, as
well as others, the remaining three boys looked to him to find answers
to the many puzzling enigmas that faced them.
Jack was fully qualified to assume this task, and it was seldom they
were ever able to “stump” him with a twister.
So the time passed on, and, judging from the repeated way in which some
of the motorboat boys were yawning without even putting up a hand to
hide the gap, it became evident that they could not remain awake much
longer.
Indeed, Jack himself felt pretty drowsy, and was just about to propose
that the meeting adjourn _sine die_, so that each could prepare his cot
for the night, just as he saw fit, when something occurred to interfere
with this peaceful scheme.
“Listen! Seems to me that hollerin’s coming closer to us,” exclaimed
Josh.
“Sure it is,” added George, which was pretty conclusive evidence
pointing that way, because as a rule he would have questioned it before
giving in.
“There’s a crowd coming,” said Jack quietly.
“More like an angry mob, it sounds to me,” muttered Josh.
“Say, you don’t think for a minute, do you,” cried Buster, “that they
know about us being hidden in this coop, and mean to interview the
bunch, perhaps shoot us for Servian spies?”
“Oh, hardly as bad as that,” Jack went on to say, seeking to calm the
excited Buster; “they may pass by and never bother us at all. Perhaps
some soldiers are going along to a place of meeting, where they expect
to entrain for the front.”
“Anyway, we’ll soon know the worst,” declared Josh, “because they’re
nearly up to the shop by now.”
The shouts outside had an angry and insistent ring about them that Jack
did not like. Then came a series of heavy and imperative knocks on the
closed shop doors!