Almost unconsciously he took the gla.s.s and looked through it. The yawl had drifted a little to the right of the place where Judd had given his hurrah, and was almost directly in line of the island"s wharf. Budd looked but an instant, then he sprung to his feet and swung his hat.
"Judd," was his astonishing declaration, "those cart-wheels are just below us, and at the very north-east corner of the scallop-bed. The sea-bottom goes off suddenly, and the wheels are down the bank, and the tongue is almost upright in the water!"
"You don"t say so!" cried Judd, no less elated than his comrade. Then suddenly he added: "That explains, too, chum, how the cart-bed was thrown off, and it must have been somewhere near here you were tossed within it."
"Yes," a.s.sented Budd; "but how are we going to get the gear on sh.o.r.e?"
"Let me take a look at it," said Judd.
It took a moment or two to locate the under-gear, and then Judd examined the sea-bottom carefully. He finally arose from the examination with the air of one who had come to a decision.
"Give me that rope," he said.
Budd handed him the rope that had been used to drag the cart-bed over to "The Hummocks."
Making a running-noose in one end, Judd lowered it into the water, at the same time directing Budd to hold the yawl steady. Again and again he seemed to get his rope in the position he desired, but it slipped away. Finally he gave a quick jerk, and then a cry of exultation.
"My noose has caught over the tongue and back of the iron clevis, and no power can pull it away. Let us see now if we can start the wheels."
He fastened the rope at the stern of the yawl and took one oar. Budd took the other, and together they pulled with all their strength; but the wheels did not move. After several fruitless attempts to start the ponderous under-gear the lads gave it up, and looked around for some other way of accomplishing their purpose.
"If it was not so far off sh.o.r.e," remarked Budd, "we could run our rope in there and hitch a pair of oxen to it, and then I guess the wheels would have to come."
"What the oxen can"t do our sloop can," said Judd with animation.
"What is that?" asked Budd.
"Furnish us with power," was the reply. "See--the wind is rising. By afternoon we will have a strong breeze from the southwest. We"ll come down here with the sloop, make fast, and take our first tack to the northeast; that will haul the wheels out from the sand in which they are imbedded. Then we"ll make a tack due west and run the wheels just as near insh.o.r.e as we can with the sloop; after that we can use the yawl to finish the work."
A piece of board that lay in the bottom of the yawl was fastened as a buoy to the rope, and then the lads returned to the island, to wait until the rising wind had reached a sufficient velocity to warrant their undertaking.
It was not far from three o"clock that afternoon when they boarded the sloop and ran down to their improvised buoy. Another rope was fastened to that which had already been attached to the cart-tongue, and this, after its other end had been made secure to the stern of the sloop, was coiled in such a way that it would easily pay out as the boat ran off before the stiff breeze.
As soon as all was in readiness the head of the Sea Witch was brought round before the wind and her full sails spread. Away she went like an arrow, and the rope uncoiled with a swiftness that made the lads brace themselves for the shock they knew would immediately come. But it was not so much of a shock as they had antic.i.p.ated. The rope suddenly stiffened, there was a quick jerk, and then the sloop kept on her course, her speed somewhat diminished by the load she was evidently towing behind her.
"We have started them," the boys cried simultaneously; and then Judd, who was at the helm, brought the sloop around on her downward tack.
With no apparent difficulty the Sea Witch dragged her load, and skirting the sh.o.r.e, she was run down until nearly opposite the smaller hummock.
Then she was anch.o.r.ed, and with the yawl the lads completed the work of landing the under-gear. Then they dragged the wheels up to the cart-bed, and the long-separated parts were once more united.
"Now," said Budd, as he gazed at the restored vehicle, "I believe I will go up to the next farm and get a yoke of oxen, and surprise Mr. Benton by bringing it home. That will end the business, and I shall have a great load off my mind."
"While you go up for the oxen, I"ll take the sloop back to the island and return in the yawl," said Judd. "I want to go with you and hear what the old man will say."
Budd got the oxen and yoked them to the tongue. The iron pin that he had so hastily pulled out at the time he had been swept away was gone, and he was obliged to make a wooden one before he could secure the yoke. He had barely got it done when Judd returned, and they drove off for Mr.
Benton"s.
They found him at home, on their arrival, and he came quickly out to see his long-lost cart. The rays of the sun had nearly dried its exterior, and it scarcely looked the worse for its hard usage. Over and over the man examined the vehicle, but said not a word until Budd took off the oxen. Then his eye caught sight of the wooden tongue pin, and he asked, sharply:
"Where"s the iron pin that was in there when you lost the cart?"
"On the sea-bottom, I suppose," answered Budd. "You didn"t expect me to hang on to it, did you?"
"No," said the man, slowly, "but I should "a" thought ye"d "a" got me another."
"How much will one cost?" asked Budd, in disgust.
"As much as a quarter," replied Mr. Benton.
"Here it is," said Budd, handing that amount to him, "and I hope you are now satisfied?"
"Yes, unless"--rather hesitatingly--"unless ye"ve a mind to pay me fer the time it has been gone."
"I won"t pay you a single cent for it! I haven"t used your cart!"
responded Budd, out of all patience.
The lads then turned and left the man, who had in no way thanked them for restoring his cart, nor seemed to appreciate the toil they had undergone for its restoration.
It was night before the boys had returned the borrowed oxen to their owner, paid for their use, and reached their boat. Almost out of patience with themselves for having neglected some of their own work to render a favor to an ungrateful man, they embarked and rowed rapidly for the island. Reaching the wharf a few minutes later, they secured the boat and started for the house. Suddenly Judd caught his companion"s arm, saying:
"What light is that?"
Only a few rods off sh.o.r.e, and coming directly for the island, was a light. Soon it was near enough for the lads to distinguish, even in the darkness, a boat containing three men, one of whom was in the bow, and held a lighted lantern in his hand. As the boat reached the sh.o.r.e they heard this man distinctly saying:
"This is the island, and the house is a few rods in that direction.
We"ll find a good shelter for the night, and may perhaps find it worth our while to keep quietly here for some time."
Budd drew his chum back into the shadow of an adjacent tree and whispered:
"Let us find out who they are before me make ourselves known."
Then the two lads crept carefully along the western sh.o.r.e of the island until opposite the house; then they crossed their garden-patch and concealed themselves behind the huge wood-pile, waiting for the new-comers to approach, and wondering what purpose had brought them to the island.
CHAPTER IX.--THE THREE INTRUDERS.
The lads did not have long to wait. Scarcely had they recovered breath from their rapid running when the three intruders appeared. The one in advance carried the lantern, and all carried gripsacks.
"They have come to stay," whispered Budd.
Then he asked, softly:
"Are the doors locked, Judd?"
"Yes, and windows fastened," was the answer, given in the same low whisper. "I fortunately attended to that when I came over with the sloop."