In some unaccountable manner the news seemed to have spread through the neighborhood, and when Ned and Randy embarked, the crowd had been augmented by three men and two bare-footed urchins. A wagon containing two farmers had stopped at the entrance of the bridge, and the occupants were tying the horse preparatory to coming down.
Mose Hocker"s boat was a large, heavy craft, built on the order of a bateau, and was admirably adapted to Randy"s purpose. The boys paddled up stream a little until they were directly below the rock Hocker had designated. Then, while the boat drifted down with a barely perceptible motion, Randy hastily undressed.
"It"s a pity we didn"t bring a fishing line along," observed Ned. "I could ascertain the depth for you in a minute."
"We don"t need it," replied Randy. "I was never in better wind than I am now. If there"s a bottom at all I"ll find it."
The boat was now one hundred feet below the rock, and a stroke or two of Ned"s paddle put it in line with the big b.u.t.tonwood tree on the right sh.o.r.e.
"This is just about the exact spot," said Randy, surveying with a critical eye the rock and then the tree. "Hold the boat steady, Ned.
I"ll be ready in a second or two."
This was not a difficult task, for the water was as smooth as a mill pond and almost as motionless.
Clay and Nugget had by this time paddled out in their canoes to witness operations, and the little group on the sh.o.r.e were waiting in breathless silence.
Randy was prepared now, and suddenly he mounted the broad stern seat, and stood on the outer edge.
An audible murmur came from the sh.o.r.e, and Daddy Perkiss mumbled shrilly: "They"re right over the middle of the Hole."
"Paddle down a little," said Randy in a quiet tone to Clay and Nugget.
"You obstruct the view. Still in the right location, are we?" he inquired of Ned.
"Yes, as near as possible," was the reply. "Be careful, old fellow!"
Randy smiled and glanced at the expectant crowd on the sh.o.r.e. Then he drew a long breath, pressed his hands together and dived gracefully into the cloudy blue water. It was done so quickly and cleverly that no loud splash followed, nor was the boat violently shaken.
As the seconds pa.s.sed on not the least sound broke the stillness; every eye was fixed on the spot where the lad had disappeared, and every heart was beating tumultuously.
The seconds grew almost to a minute, and still the smooth surface remained unbroken. Ned"s hand trembled as he kept the boat in position, and Clay and Nugget exchanged frightened glances.
"I knew it," cried Daddy Perkiss in a cracked voice. "That lad will never be seen again. He"s gone down to meet Jonas Rudy."
This ill boding prophecy had scarcely left the old man"s lips, when Randy shot into view a few feet to the left of where he had disappeared.
Half a dozen strokes brought him to the boat, and with Ned"s a.s.sistance he scrambled over the side.
His hands were empty.
A burst of laughter came from sh.o.r.e, and Daddy Perkiss cried triumphantly: "Where"s the gun, lad? Did you find bottom?"
Randy only waved his hand in reply. He was panting a little for breath, but his face wore a very peculiar smile--a smile that quite baffled the three eager boys.
"What luck?" queried Ned excitedly. "How far down were you? Did you find anything?"
"You will know before long," replied Randy with aggravating calmness.
"Keep the boat in the same place, Ned. One more stroke. There, that"s it Here goes for another."
He quickly mounted the seat again, and drew in his breath.
"Hold on, young fellar," cried Mose Hocker in a loud voice, "Don"t risk your life a second time. I kin stand the loss of that terbacker."
Randy laughed, waved his hand, and went under head foremost.
The suspense was now greater than on the previous occasion. Ned began to count, and when the half minute expired his face grew pale.
Thirty-five--forty--three-quarters of a minute! No sign of the reckless diver. Had some undercurrent dragged him far down in those blue depths?
When the forty-ninth second had expired a loud murmur rose from the people on sh.o.r.e, and just a second later it changed to a deafening burst of applause as Randy shot above the surface holding in his right hand--_Mose Hacker"s gun_.
His face was fairly purple for want of breath, and he had scarcely enough strength to gain the side of the boat. He threw the gun over first and then, with Ned"s aid, rolled into the bottom, where he lay for a moment, panting for breath.
Cheer after cheer came from sh.o.r.e, and the boys joined in heartily.
Randy was all right in a moment, and as Ned paddled across the creek, he hurriedly pulled on his clothes.
When the boat landed by the rocks such a scene ensued as no pen can describe. The men crowded about Randy with eager congratulations, and fairly pumped his arms off.
Mose Hocker s.n.a.t.c.hed the gun and waved it triumphantly before Daddy Perkiss.
"What do you think of that?" he cried. "The lad brought it clean up from the bottom of Rudy"s hole. I"ll take that ten pounds of terbacker, Daddy, as soon as you please."
"Shoo, now! thar"s some trick about the thing," mumbled the old man petulantly. "You can"t make me believe that Rudy"s Hole ain"t two or three hundred feet deep."
"But here"s the gun to prove it," said Mose, "an" we all saw the lad bring it up. Let him speak for himself, and say whether he touched bottom or not."
"Of course I touched bottom," returned Randy with a slight shiver at the recollection. "It was the biggest dive I ever made. The water must be fifteen or twenty feet deep. It"s not any more than that, though. I thought I"d never come to the top the second time. I was just ready to burst when I found the gun, and the weight of it kept me from coming up rapidly."
Daddy heard the lad through, and then, with a contemptuous sniff, he rose and hobbled up the path.
"Don"t forgit the terbacker," Mose Hocker shouted after him.
The old man made no reply, and was soon out of sight.
"It"s a hard blow for Daddy," said one of the fishermen, "an" the same in fact fur all of us, I reckon. I"ve been brung up from a lad in the full belief that Rudy"s Hole were well nigh bottomless."
"And I," "and I," cried half a dozen voices.
"It will be most amazin" news to the whole community," said Mose Hocker, "an" mebbe it"ll teach folks to investigate things. I"m kinder sorry for Daddy Perkiss. It was his chief delight to tell that story to every stranger what come along, an" now he won"t dare to open his lips about Rudy"s Hole. When I get the terbacker I"ll give you fellows a plug apiece."
Three or four of the men laughed at this, as though they had their doubts on the subject.
"Oh, I"ll keep Daddy to his word," resumed Mose. "He kin easily afford it." Then turning to the boys he said abruptly, "I want you boys to come down the creek and spend the night at my place. I"ll try to treat you well. The recovery of that gun means a good deal to me, and I want to do what I kin in return."
Several other invitations of a similiar nature were extended to the Jolly Rovers, but they accepted Mose Mocker"s without hesitation. A few moments later they paddled down the creek, cheered loudly by the admiring spectators.
CHAPTER XVII