"Isn"t there some danger that we"ll be run down?"
As those words were spoken, another yell, louder, shriller, and nearer than before, burst upon their ears. It seemed to be close astern. The beat of the paddles was also near them.
"Pooty close!" said the captain.
"Isn"t there some danger that we"ll be run down?"
To this question, thus anxiously repeated, the captain answered slowly,--
"Wal, thar may be, an then again thar mayn"t. Ef a man tries to dodge every possible danger in life, he"ll have a precious hard time of it.
Why, men air killed in walkin the streets, or knocked over by sun-strokes, as well as run down at sea. So what air we to do? Do?
Why, I jest do what I"ve allus ben a doin; I jest keep right straight on my own course, and mind my own biz. Ten chances to one they"ll never come nigh us. I"ve heard steamers howlin round me like all possessed, but I"ve never ben run down yet, an I ain"t goin to be at my time o" life. I don"t blieve you"ll see a sign o" that thar steamer.
You"ll only hear her yellin--that"s all."
As he spoke another yell sounded.
"She"s a pa.s.sin us, over thar," said the captain, waving his hand over the side. "Her whistle"ll contenoo fainter till it stops. So you better go below and take your sleep out."
The boys waited a little longer, and hearing the next whistle sounding fainter, as Captain Corbet said, they followed his advice, and were soon asleep, as before.
This time there was no further interruption, and they did not wake till about eight in the morning, when they were summoned to breakfast by Solomon.
On reaching the deck and looking around, a cry of joy went forth from all. The fog was no longer to be seen, no longer did there extend around them the wall of gloomy gray, shutting out all things with its misty folds. No longer was the broad bay visible. They found themselves now in a wide river, whose muddy waters bore them slowly along. On one side was a sh.o.r.e, close by them, well wooded in some places, and in others well cultivated, while on the other side was another sh.o.r.e, equally fertile, extending far along.
"Here we air," cried Captain Corbet. "That wind served us well. We"ve had a fust-rate run. I calc"lated we"d be three or four days, but instead of that we"ve walked over in twenty-four hours. Good agin!"
"Will we be able to land at Moncton soon?"
"Wal, no; not till the next tide."
"Why not?"
"Wal, this tide won"t last long enough to carry us up thar, an so we"ll have to wait here. This is the best place thar is."
"What place is this?"
"Hillsborough."
"Hillsborough?"
"Yes. Do you see that thar pint?" and Captain Corbet waved his arm towards a high, well-wooded promontory that jutted out into the river.
"Yes."
"Wal, I"m goin in behind that, and I"ll wait thar till the tide turns.
We"ll get up to Moncton some time before evenin."
In a few minutes the Antelope was heading towards the promontory; and soon she pa.s.sed it, and advanced towards the sh.o.r.e. On pa.s.sing the promontory a sight appeared which at once attracted the whole attention of the boys.
Immediately in front of them, in the sheltered place which was formed by the promontory, was a little settlement, and on the bank of the river was a ship-yard. Here there arose the stately outline of a large ship. Her lower masts were in, she was decorated with flags and streamers, and a large crowd was a.s.sembled in the yard around her.
"There"s going to be a launch!" cried Bart, to whom a scene like this was familiar.
"A launch!" cried Bruce. "Hurrah! We"ll be able to see it. I"ve never seen one in my life. Now"s the time."
"Can"t we get ash.o.r.e?" said Arthur.
"Of course," said Phil; "and perhaps they"ll let us go on board and be launched in her."
The very mention of such a thing increased the general excitement.
Captain Corbet was at once appealed to.
"O, thar"s lots of time," said he. "Tain"t quite high tide yet. You"ll have time to get ash.o.r.e before she moves. Hullo, Wade! Whar"s that oar?"
The boys were all full of the wildest excitement, in the midst of which Solomon appeared with the announcement that breakfast was waiting.
To which Bart replied,--
"O, bother breakfast!"
"I don"t want any," said Bruce.
"I have no appet.i.te," said Arthur.
"Nor I," said Pat.
"I want to be on board that ship," said Phil.
"We can easily eat breakfast afterwards," said Tom.
At this manifest neglect of his cooking, poor Solomon looked quite heart-broken; but Captain Corbet told him that he might bring the things ash.o.r.e, and this in some measure a.s.suaged his grief.
It did not take long to get ready. The oar was flung on board the boat, which had thus far been floating behind the schooner; and though the boat had a little too much water on board to be comfortable, yet no complaints were made, and in a few minutes they were landed.
"How much time have we yet?" asked Bart, "before high tide?"
"O, you"ve got fifteen or twenty minutes," said Captain Corbet.
"Hurrah, boys! Come along," said Bart; and leading the way, he went straight to the office.
As he approached it he uttered suddenly a cry of joy.
"What"s the matter, Bart?"
Bart said nothing, but hurried forward, and the astonished boys saw him shaking hands very vigorously with a gentleman who seemed like the chief man on the place. He was an old acquaintance, evidently. In a few minutes all was explained. As the boys came up, Bart introduced them as his friends, and they were all warmly greeted; after which the gentleman said,--
"Why, what a crowd of you there is! Follow me, now. There"s plenty of room for you, I imagine, in a ship of fifteen hundred tons; and you"ve just come in time."