And so the boys returned to their boats, determined to make the effort to cross while the chances were so much in their favor.
Nick was only waiting to be invited aboard the good old _Comfort_; and Jack, who believed that it would be better to have only one to occupy their attention in case anything went wrong with the untamed speed boat, asked George if he had any objections to letting his crew change ships, to which the other immediately replied that such a thing would please him immensely.
"I can manage her much better without a cargo, fellows," he declared, earnestly. "Now, listen to him, would you, calling me a cargo?"
whimpered Nick; but while he thus pretended to be offended, it was laughable to see how quickly he made the transfer, as though afraid Jack might change his mind, or George want him to stay.
About nine o"clock the start was made, as the tide would be most favorable around that time, the lighthouse keeper had told them.
Since the _Comfort_ had been overhauled she was capable of making better time than previously, when she was known as the "Tub" by the rest of the boys. Herb declared he could take her across in two hours, though Jack privately believed it would be nearer three before they reached Norfolk.
It turned out to be a hedge, just two and a half hours elapsing from the time they made the start until they drew up near the big wharves at Norfolk.
However, time was not giving these happy-go-lucky lads the least uneasiness just at present, so long as they did reach port in safety.
"And it"s just as well we started so early," Jack remarked, "because the wind is freshening all the while, and it will be blowing great guns out there before long.
"Hey, Josh! why not make a change again, and you get aboard the _Comfort_?" proposed Nick, who hated to give up a good thing.
"No you don"t," retorted Josh, "not any for me. You just go and stew in your own gravy, will you? Took me a whole month to get the creak out of my bones after the last time you coaxed me to change places.
Over you get, now, or else it"s a ducking for yours, my boy," and Josh advanced in a warlike manner on the fat youth.
So, sighing like a martyr, Nick felt compelled to clamber into the speed boat.
"You ought to have one for your own sweet self," declared George, as he grasped the gunnel to keep from being tossed overboard, for Nick careened the boat dreadfully upon climbing in. "Why, you just don"t know how fine the old _Wireless_ acted on the way over, with only me aboard."
"I wish I did have a boat, as big as a house," declared Nick. "I"m wasting away to a mere shadow trying to keep my balance in this wedge.
If I forget to breathe with both lungs at the same time he tells me I"m upsetting the equilibrium of the blessed thing. I feel most all the time like I"m the acrobat in the circus trying to stand on one toe on top of a flagpole."
After they had tied up, Herb was dispatched for the mail, while Jack went to buy a few provisions. Nick bombarded him with such a fearful list of things he wanted him to purchase that Jack had to thrust his fingers in his ears.
"What do you take me for, Nick, a dray horse?" he laughed. "I"d have to be, to carry the load you"d want. I"ve got a list of things we must have, and that"s all I"ll promise to lug down here. If you want anything else, you"ll have to go after it yourself."
"All right, I"ll do that," said Nick, promptly.
"Sure; and please tell me where you expect to stow all that truck?"
demanded George, immediately, with a frown. "Not aboard the _Wireless_, I promise you, my boy. She"s got all she can carry in hauling you around, without a sack of potatoes, a ham, and all that truck you mentioned. Hire a float, and perhaps we"ll tow it behind us."
Nick said not another word, being completely squelched, as Josh put it.
Leaving Norfolk, they started up the broad Elizabeth River, meaning to take the Albemarle and Chesapeake Ca.n.a.l, which had long ago been cut through the Great Dismal Swamp and connected with Currituck Sound, that noted ducking place where so many large gun clubs have their headquarters.
Entering this ca.n.a.l, they moved along steadily through the balance of the afternoon. On all sides lay the most interesting sights; for the moss hung heavily on the dismal-looking trees, and the boys thought they had never seen a more depressing picture than was now presented to their gaze.
"Say, Jack, do we get out of this place tonight?" asked Herb, who was not particularly fond of swamps and such ghostly places.
"No, we made out to start a little too late to get to the little river beyond before night sets in," Jack replied.
"But there"s a pretty good sized moon now, you remember, and we might keep on. I"m afraid it"ll give me the jim-jams to sleep in this horrible old swamp," Herb went on to say.
"Like to oblige you," laughed Jack; "but the fact is we"re going to tie up mighty soon now. Only looking for a half way decent place."
"What"s all the hurry?" grumbled the pilot of the _Comfort_.
"Look aloft and you"ll soon see," came the reply, which caused Herb to cast his eyes upward.
"Holy smoke! we"re going to get some storm, I take it!" he immediately exclaimed, as he saw heavy clouds mounting upward. "And to think that n.o.body discovered the fact but you, Jack. Yes, I reckon, then, we"ll have to tie up, and get George"s boat tent up before she comes. I"ll just have to grin and bear it."
"That"s the way to talk, Herb," said Josh. "What difference does it make to us, tight in our snug little hunting cabin? If anybody made a kick it ought to be the poor _Wireless_ crew."
"Here, don"t you waste your breath pitying us, now," flashed the jealous George, who could never bear to have any one but himself run his boat down.
There seemed but little choice of a camping place, since the sh.o.r.es of the ca.n.a.l proved to be pretty much alike; so presently Jack threw up his hand as a signal that he meant to stop, and the three boats were soon being tied to trees.
"You"d think Herb expected a tornado, and wanted to make sure his old houseboat didn"t get carried away," laughed George, as he watched the other secure both ends of the _Comfort_ with cables, that he tested again and again.
"Oh, well, you never can tell," replied the other, without showing the least ill will; "and "a st.i.tch in time saves nine," they taught me at home. "What"s worth doing at all is worth doing well", and sometimes it pays."
"It always pays in a contented mind," remarked Jack, who admired this positive trait in Herbert"s nature, so different from George"s flighty ways.
It was the case of the hare and the tortoise over again with these two; and while the speedy hare lay down to take a nap, confident of winning, the slow going tortoise was apt to come along and get to the goal first, after all.
The rain held off for a while, and they were able to cook supper ash.o.r.e, though Josh kept as anxious eye on those dark clouds overhead while he worked.
"It"s going to prove a big fizzle after all," remarked Nick, after a little water had come down, and the moon peeped out of a break in the clouds.
"Perhaps so; you never can tell what the weather will do," Jack laughed. "But all the same we"ll be apt to sleep aboard again, for fear it does rain before morning."
"You bet we will," remarked Herb; "at least this chicken does. Ugh!
I"d wake up, and think a raft of snakes was creeping out of that old swamp there. Are you all of the same mind about bunking aboard?"
"If anybody will go me, I"ll stay ash.o.r.e," announced Nick, to the surprise of his chums; but then they knew the narrow confines of the speed boat cramped his ample form, and that explained his boldness.
"That is, if George will only let me have his gun too."
"Sure I will, and only too glad," declared that worthy, eagerly. "I"d like to stretch all over the bally old boat myself, for once."
Jimmy took up Nick"s offer, and so Jack set to work making them a rude sort of canopy that was calculated to shed water fairly well. It was composed of branches from nearby trees, and might be called a hunter"s lean-to.
When the time came for retiring, the two boys lay down under this, drawing their blankets around them, for the night air was chilly.
"If it rains too hard, crawl in where you belong," was the last instruction Jack gave them before seeking the bed he had made in the _Tramp"s_ interior.
Later on all was silent about the camp on the ca.n.a.l. From the swamp near by various queer sounds might have been heard, had any one remained awake to listen; but as the boys were all pretty tired, no doubt they slept well.
It might have been in the middle of the night that Jack was aroused by a loud shout, which he recognized as coming from Nick. Wondering what it meant, he immediately started to climb out of the boat, gun in hand, when there came a tremendous report. Evidently Nick, whether he had seen something suspicious or was dreaming he did, had fired George"s borrowed gun!
CHAPTER XIV.