"Who"s going ash.o.r.e to find a butcher shop?" he demanded, as they began to draw close in to the sh.o.r.e, and get ready to tie up.
"I appoint you a committee of one to secure the steak," said Jack, solemnly; "and remember, don"t let it be a bit over one inch thick, and weigh more than five pounds."
"Good gracious! that wouldn"t be even a pound apiece!" expostulated Nick.
"All right! we expect to have some other things along with it, remember," Jack continued. "You know the penalty of disobedience to orders, Buster?"
"Deprived of food allowance for twenty-four hours!" broke in Josh.
Nick only groaned; and presently finding a chance to creep ash.o.r.e he hurried off on his delightful errand. For when there was anything connected with meals to be done, Nick was as spry as anybody in camp.
It was some little time before he showed up again.
"Wow! look at what"s coming, would you?" shouted Josh, suddenly.
Of course it was Nick, laden with various packages, and grinning amiably.
"It"s all right, Jack," he announced as he came ambling along. "It doesn"t weigh a fraction over five pounds. Oh! I was mighty particular about that, I tell you. Had him cut off pieces of the tail till it got down to an even thing."
"Here, somebody help him, or he"ll take a header into the brink, and lose half of what he"s hugging so tight!" called Herb, and Jimmie started to obey.
"But what"s in all these other packages?" asked Jack, pretending to frown.
"Why, onions, just onions and then more onions!" came the bland reply; at which the others burst out into a roar, causing Nick to look at them in pity. "You fellows can laugh all you please," he said in lofty scorn; "it don"t feaze me one little bit. I was afraid we might fall short, and so I bought a half peck at the butcher"s. Then, while I was coming along, I saw some white ones, and couldn"t resist the temptation to get a couple of quarts. They go fine raw when you feel just nippy, you see, along with a piece of pilot bread."
"But there"s still another package; how about that, Buster?" asked George.
"Why," answered the other, slowly; "after I started off with the white ones would you believe it I discovered a lot of those fine big Spanish onions in a confectioner"s store. I just couldn"t resist the temptation to get half a dollar"s worth. Mightn"t have the chance again, you know, fellows. It"s my treat this time."
"Thank goodness! we"ve really got enough of something to satisfy Pudding for once!" cried Josh, as he received the various packages.
"Look at the steak, Josh," said the provider, proudly. "Guess I ought to know a good thing in that line. It"s streaked with fat, and is bound to just melt away in your mouth."
Josh admitted that it did look tempting; and later on the entire party agreed that Nick had profited by his hobby.
When starting upon this extended trip the motor boat boys had agreed that on no account would they sleep under the roof of a house, unless in case of sickness. So even at Mackinac they must keep to their boats.
Several of them went ash.o.r.e to see what the place looked like under the electric lights, returning an hour or so later, ready for bed. Those left behind had attended to all necessary arrangements, so that little time was lost.
As customary, the watches were made up of two, on different boats, and so selected that Nick would be paired with Jack himself; because the commodore was suspicious of Buster"s ability to remain awake with any one else as his sentry mate.
It happened that while these two were taking the first turn, and Jack every once in a while would poke Buster with a setting pole he kept handy, something not down on the bills came to pa.s.s. The first thing that Jack knew about it was when Nick gave vent to a shrill screech, and scrambled to his knees, holding on to some struggling object that seemed to scratch and snarl and act in a way that was altogether mysterious.
And of course the whole six boys were immediately awake, sitting up to ask all sorts of questions.
CHAPTER VIII
GEORGE WAITS FOR HIS CHUMS
"What is it?" Josh exclaimed, as he scrambled to his knees.
"Buster is on the rampage again! That"s what comes of eating too much supper. He"s got a bad case of indigestion, I bet!" declared George, grumblingly; for he had come very near falling over the side of his boat when Josh made that sudden move, and it startled him not a little.
"But he"s got hold of something, I tell you! Look at him grabbing around. Must be a wildcat or something like that," Josh went on.
"Faith ye"re all wrong," spoke up Jimmie. "Sure it"s a monkey he"s huggin" till his breast, so he be."
"A monkey!" cried Herb, as he appeared behind the fat boy, holding a fryingpan threateningly in his hand.
"Yes, that"s what!" gasped Nick. "Don"t you see, a tame monkey, and with a little red cap, and a coat on. He was going through my pockets, I tell you, when I woke up--that is when I first felt him. Give us a hand here and help me hold the little scratcher. My! but he"s strong, and he tries to bite my nose every time."
"Because you"re hurting him," said Herb. "Wait till I get hold of that bit of rope he"s trailing behind. Now let him loose, Buster, but keep him away from your face. He"d scratch your eyes out."
The queer little visitor seemed to be willing to submit, once Nick stopped squeezing him; for he immediately took off his red cap, and made quite a bow. Then he s.n.a.t.c.hed up a small tin cup that was attached to a belt he wore, with a tiny chain, and held it out to Herb.
"Give him a penny, Herb," laughed Jack.
"Yes, he recognizes an old acquaintance; help a poor fellow in distress, Herb!" Josh hastened to add.
"Where under the sun d"ye suppose he came from?" asked George, suspiciously.
"Must belong to some Italian organgrinder, I should say, judging from the uniform, and the piece of broken rope. Perhaps he"s run away, and wanted to become a stowaway on board Herb"s boat," Jack went on.
"All right," the other remarked, promptly, "anyhow, he knew a good boat when he saw one. Give him credit for that. But did you hear what Buster said about him feeling in his pockets? Now, I"ve heard it said that often these monkeys are taught to steal, going up into second-story windows, and grabbing things. Perhaps he was sent aboard right now to pick up anything he could find."
"I tell you he knew all about vest pockets, as sure as you live,"
announced Nick.
"Looks to me as if he had got something in his pocketbook right now!"
declared Herb.
"What"s that? A monkey have a pocketbook? You"re poking fun at us!"
cried Josh.
"I am, eh? You observe me," said Herb, as with a dextrous movement he seized upon the monkey, and by main strength forced him to eject something from his mouth.
"Say, it"s a real watch, fellows!" cried Nick, astonished; "he had it right in his cheek, sure he did."
"And it"s my little dollar nickel watch," said Herb. "Shows he searched me before trying Buster. All the same if it"d been a hundred dollar gold repeater. He"s a thief, sure enough. What"ll we do with him, fellows?"
"Tie him up, and if n.o.body comes after him, we"ll keep Jocko," suggested Josh.
"Think he"d be lots of fun, I suppose," grumbled Nick. "But if he stays it"s got to be on another boat than this. The little fiend would have it in for me. He"d worry the life out of me; and I just can"t afford to lose any flesh."
"Changed your tune, eh?" taunted Josh. "Seems to me I"ve heard you trying all sorts of ways to get thin."