"It was some wind, I"m thinking," Jack admitted. "I wasn"t a bit afraid about the _Tramp_ or the _Comfort_, but there"s no telling what that trick boat, _Wireless_, will do, when you don"t expect it. But everything is lovely, and the goose hangs high."
"Sure it will, if ever ye get a sight on one with that bully little gun; and it was poor hungry Nick I heard sayin", by the same token, that he liked roast goose better than anything in the woide worrld except oysters!"
Ten minutes later and Jack blew a blast upon his conch sh.e.l.l horn that told the others they were to come to anchor. Whereupon there was more or less hustling, as the crews got busy.
Presently the three little motor boats rode buoyantly to their anchors, bobbing up and down on the rolling waves like ducks bowing to each other. And as they had made out to select positions within the safety zone of each other, it was possible for those aboard to hold conversations, if they but chose to elevate their voices more or less, in order to be heard above the shrieking wind and dashing waves.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE WIRELESS AS TRICKY AS EVER.
"We"re in for a bad night, Jack!" called George, some time later on; while poor Nick hung over the side of the wobbling speed boat, and looked forlorn indeed.
"You are, in that contraption, George; but the rest of us don"t give a hang whether the old storm holds on or not. We expect to get busy cooking supper right soon now, as these bully little Juwel stoves will burn, no matter how the boats jump up and down."
"Oh! I wish Herb would only open his heart, and invite me to spend the night on board the good reliable old _Comfort_!" groaned Nick.
"Sure! Come right along; plenty of room for three here. George can tuck in, too, if he says the word," called Herb, cheerily.
"What! desert my boat in time of need? What do you take me for?" cried George, with a great show of righteous indignation; but as for Nick, he became so excited, Jack feared he would jump in, and try to swim across.
By letting out more cable George was enabled to swing his boat close enough to the big craft to allow of Josh seizing hold; and while he thus held on clumsy Nick managed to crawl aboard, though he came within an ace of taking a bath, and would have done so, only that Herb gave him a helping hand.
Then George pulled back again to his former position. If he felt that he was making something of a martyr of himself, in thus determining to stick by the madly plunging _Wireless_ all night, George was too proud to indicate as much. He might suffer all sorts of discomforts, and never breathe a word of complaint.
But the storm proved short-lived after all.
Before they began to think of making up their beds the wind had slackened in violence, and the clouds showed signs of breaking.
Indeed, as Jack pulled the blanket over him, he could see that the moon was peeping out from behind the black curtains overhead.
"It"ll be a fairly decent night after all, Jimmy," he muttered; but as there was no answer, he took it for granted that his mate had pa.s.sed into slumberland by the short route; indeed, Jimmy had a faculty for getting to sleep almost as soon as his head touched his pillow, which in this case was an inflated rubber one.
And as the night wore on, the tossing of the boats became less and less, until along about three in the morning Jack, chancing to awaken, found that the little _Tramp_ lay perfectly quiet on the bosom of the big sound.
He could see out, and looking toward the southeast beheld the glow of that great beacon marking the position of the most stormy cape along the whole Atlantic coast--Hatteras.
In the morning they were not long in getting under way, as soon as breakfast had been hurried through with, and Nick had to get aboard his own boat again, for his services were needed by his skipper.
Across the sound they sped at a clipping rate, heading direct for the sandy spit where the lighthouse stands. The roar of the ocean beating against that barrier that has kept it out for ages came strongly to their ears, as the breeze changed with the turn of the tide.
Landing among the sand dunes near the light, they paid a visit to the keeper, and met with a cordial reception. As a rule strangers are not allowed to trespa.s.s upon Government property; but such a fine lot of lads seemed to appeal to the heart of the keeper, who took them up to the top of the tower, in order to let them have a view of what lay before them to the south.
They listened to his stories of famous wrecks that had strewn the neighboring beaches with dismembered portions of gallant ships and steamers for fifty years; and looking out on the ocean to where the treacherous reefs lay, waiting for fresh victims, Jack could easily picture the tragic scenes that were being described, even though at that time the sun chanced to be shining brightly, and the sea fairly smooth.
Then again a start was made, for some difficult cruising lay ahead before they could hope to reach Beaufort, where a little rest would be taken, in order to carry out the promise they had made the young aviator, Malcolm Spence.
They had heard ugly stories about Hatteras Inlet. It was said to have treacherous currents, and to abound in fierce man-eating sharks. Hence George became more or less concerned as they bore down upon it on this same morning.
But like a good many other things in this world, the expectation of trouble proved to be of far greater proportions than the actual experience. Why, they pa.s.sed over without the slightest difficulty.
Even Nick shouted in great glee when the dreaded inlet was a thing of the past, and he waved his fat hand disdainfully back toward it as they sped away.
"It was dead easy, fellows!" he exclaimed. "Why, I just shut my eyes, and counted twenty. Then, when I opened them again, we were across!"
and Nick hardly knew why his innocent confession of alarm was greeted by such uproarious shouts.
"But the sharks were there, all roight, beca"se I saw the muttherin"
critters pokin" their ould fins out of the wather!" declared Jimmy.
"That"s right, I saw the same," admitted Herb.
The next crossing would be at Ocrac.o.ke Inlet. And then beyond that they would come to Portsmouth, where mail from home might be expected, since they had laid out a regular plan whereby those so dear to their boyish hearts--the home folks--could communicate with the wanderers.
And at each place Jack, or one of the others, left word to have all delayed mail forwarded on.
"Sure we do be getting closer all the while to that same ould Beaufort, where ye expect to discover the gintleman by the name of Van Arsdale Spence," Jimmy was remarking, as the flotilla moved majestically on in one-two-three order, the _Wireless_ leading for the time being.
"We ought to get there some time tomorrow," Jack answered. "Tonight the plan is to camp on Cedar Island, and that is in Cove Sound, where Beaufort is located."
"And then we"ll know what the wonderful letter contains. It"s bothered me more"n a little to guess, even though I knowed right well I had no business to think of it at all. But there"s George pointing to somethin" ahead."
"Yes, he sees the rough water of Ocrac.o.ke Inlet, and is falling back,"
laughed Jack, who was amused when the usually reckless skipper of the speed boat developed a cautious vein.
George was learning something by slow degrees, and this might be set down to be the truth of that old proverb to the effect that the race is not always to the swift. Perhaps, if he ever had another boat built to order, he would not sacrifice safety and comfort to the mad desire to make fast time.
But Ocrac.o.ke proved no harder to negotiate than had Hatteras. Perhaps it might be that experience was teaching the young motor boat cruisers just how to manage their craft when pa.s.sing these dangerous openings, where the sweep of the sea had a full chance to strike them.
Then came Portsmouth, where Jimmy was dispatched for the mail, as well as some necessary food supplies. They all had such good appet.i.tes, save perhaps Josh, for whose lack Nick more than made up, that it was simply amazing how things just seemed to melt away. But then six boys can always be depended upon to devour their own weight in "grub" during a short cruise upon the water. The salty air seemed to make them hungry all the time, so that it became necessary to piece between regular meals.
Jack timed their departure from Portsmouth so as to break into Cove Sound, and reach Cedar Island, before night came on. Somehow he had set his mind in making a camp here. Possibly he had read of some former lone boatman doing the same, for he had devoured several books containing descriptions of this inland pa.s.sage.
As nothing happened to disturb his plans, they drew up for the night at Cedar Island, an hour and more before the sun would set.
This gave them plenty of chances to do a number of things that happened to appeal to them individually. George went ash.o.r.e to stretch his cramped legs, whither Nick had of course preceded him, leaving the _Wireless_ at anchor just beyond the other two boats.
And George took his gun with him, thinking there might be a chance to pick up some sh.o.r.e birds, in the way of snipe or curlew.
Jack was bent on trying to get a mess of fish for supper, and noting what seemed to be a promising place close by, he set to work. They saw him pull in several finny captives; and Nick would rub his stomach in mute delight every time the patient angler made a strike, as he viewed the possibilities of a prospective feast.
Josh was busy making a fireplace out of some stones he picked up. It always did him great good to have things fixed to suit his ideas of what a cooking fire ought to be when in camp. It was fast becoming a hobby with Josh; and yet, strange to say, with all his ability in the line of cookery, he was often unable to partake of his own savory messes on account of his disposition toward indigestion.
Herb seemed to be whittling something out of a piece of nice wood he had found; while Jimmy, always good-natured, and willing to be the "handy boy" of the bunch, gathered wood for the cook.
They heard George shoot a number of times, and new hope began to take hold of Nick, who, moving closer to Josh, commenced quizzing him on how sh.o.r.e birds ought to be cooked, in order to bring out their particular flavor. Nick was never happier than when engaged in his favorite conversation concerning appetizing things to eat. Indeed, there was only one thing he liked better; and this was to indulge in the actual demonstration itself, and devour the finished product of the cook"s skill.
Suddenly Jimmy gave a yell. The others started up, thinking that perhaps Jack had made an unusually fine haul, or been pulled in himself by a large fish. George was just breaking through the scrub near by, and he echoed the shout of Jimmy.
"Look at the _Wireless_, would you, fellows? Say! she"s bewitched, that"s what!" was what he whooped, as he started to run toward them.