"Somebody ought to be on board of her," said Fuz, in as anxious a tone as he could a.s.sume, "with so many strange people around."
"It isn"t safe," added Joe.
"Fact," replied Dab; "but then, I kind o" like to feel a little unsafe."
The Hart boys had a feeling, at that moment, that somehow or other Dab knew why they were so anxious to go on board; and they were right enough, for he was saying to himself, "They can wait. They do look hungry, but they"ll live through it. There ain"t any cuffs or collars in Ham"s locker."
All there was then in the locker was soon out of it, after Mrs. Kinzer and the rest came, for they brought with them the officers of the wrecked bark; and neither Joe nor Fuz had an opportunity to so much as "help distribute" that supply of provisions. Ham went over to see that the distribution should be properly made; while Mrs. Kinzer saw her little patient, with his father and mother, safely stowed on board "The Swallow."
"I"ll save that baby, anyhow," she said to Miranda; "and Ford says his father"s a farmer. We can find plenty for "em to do. They"ll never see a thing of their baggage, and I guess they hadn"t a great deal."
She was just the woman to guess correctly about such a matter.
At that moment Dabney was saying to Annie Foster,--
"Whom do you guess I"ve seen to-day?"
"I can"t guess. Who was it?"
"The tramp!"
"The same one?"
"The very same. There he goes, over the sandhill yonder, with old Peter the wrecker. We"ve got to hurry home now, but I"m going to set Ham Morris on his track before we get through."
"You"ll never find him again."
"Do you s"pose old Peter"d befriend a man that did what he did? Right on the sh.o.r.e of the bay? No, indeed! There isn"t a fisherman from here to Montauk, that wouldn"t join to hunt him out. He"s safe to be found whenever Ham wants him, if we don"t scare him away now."
"Don"t scare him, then," almost whispered Annie.
The wind was fair; and the home sail of "The Swallow" was really a swift and short one, but it did seem dreadfully long to her pa.s.sengers.
Mrs. Kinzer was anxious to see that poor baby and his mother safely in bed. Ham wanted to send a whole load of refreshments back to the shipwrecked people. Dab Kinzer could not keep his thoughts from following that "tramp." And then, if the truth must come out, every soul on board the beautiful little yacht was getting more and more painfully aware with every minute that pa.s.sed, that they had had a good deal of sea-air and excitement, and a splendid sail across the bay, but no dinner,--not so much as a red herring and a cracker.
CHAPTER XXI.
DAB AND HIS FRIENDS TURN THEMSELVES INTO COOKS AND WAITERS.
As for the Kinzers, that was by no means their first experience in such matters; but none of their friends had ever before been so near an out-and-out shipwreck.
It is quite possible, moreover, that they had never before been so nearly starved as they were that day. At least, something to that effect was remarked by Joe Hart and Fuz, more than a dozen times apiece, while "The Swallow" was threading the crooked inlet, and making her way to the landing.
"Ham," said Dab, "are you going right back again?"
"Course I am,--soon as I can get a load of eatables together, from the house and the village. You"ll have to stay here."
"Why can"t I go with you?"
"Plenty for you to do at the house and around while I"m gone. No, you can"t go."
Dab seemed to have expected as much; for he turned to Ford with,--
"Then, Ford, I"ll tell you what we must do."
"What"s that?"
"We must see about the famine. Can you cook?"
"No."
"I can, then. Ham"ll have one half of our house at work getting his cargo ready, and that baby"ll fill up the other half."
"Mother won"t be expecting us so soon, and our cook"s gone out for the day. Annie knows something."
"She can help me, then. Those Hart boys"ll die if they"re not fed pretty soon. Look at Fuz. Why, he can"t keep his mouth shut."
Joe and his brother seemed to know as if by instinct that the dinner question was under discussion, and they were soon taking at least their share of the talk. Oh, how they did wish it had been a share of something to eat, instead!
"The Swallow" was carefully moored, after discharging her pa.s.sengers; but Dab did not start for the house with his mother and the rest. He even managed to detain some of the empty lunch-baskets, large ones too.
"Come on, Mr. Kinzer," shouted Joe Hart. "Let"s put for the village.
We"ll starve here."
"A fellow that"ll starve here, just deserves to, that"s all," said Dabney. "Ford, there"s Bill Lee"s boat and three others coming in. We"re all right. One of "em"s a dredger."
Ford and Frank could only guess what their friend was up to, but Dab was not doing any sort of guessing.
"Bill," he shouted, as d.i.c.k Lee"s father came within hearing,--"Bill!
put a lot of your best panfish in this basket, and then go and fetch us some lobsters. There"s half a dozen in your pot. Did those others have any luck?"
"More clams"n "ysters," responded Bill.
"Then we"ll take both lots."
The respect of the city boys for the resources of the Long-Island sh.o.r.e in a time of famine began to rise rapidly a few moments later; for, not only was one of Dab"s baskets promptly laden with "panfish," such as porgies, blackfish, and perch, but two others received all the clams and oysters they were at all anxious to carry to the house. At the same time Bill Lee offered, as an amendment on the lobster question,--
"Yer wrong "bout de pot, Dab."
"Wrong? Why"--
"Yes, you"s wrong. Glorianny"s been an" biled ebery one on "em, an"
dey"re all nice an" cold by dis time."