"He"ll be run down if he doesn"t look out."
"Some fool that doesn"t know how to sail a boat, I guess," said the other deckhand.
Swiftly the steamboat and the sloop drew close to one another. The big boat let out another warning blast, and again the pilot turned her out of her course. But the sloop also turned.
"There is only one young fellow on board," said Jones. "Look, he acts as if he was scared out of his wits."
"I know him!" fairly shouted our hero.
"You do?"
"Yes, it is Bob Bangs, the rich young fellow I told you about."
"The fellow who couldn"t manage his hoss?"
"The same."
"Well, he doesn"t seem to know no more about his boat than he did about that hoss," was the deckhand"s comment.
"We are going to run into him!" gasped Randy.
"No, he is going to run into us."
"It will amount to the same thing--so far as he is concerned."
"Maybe--but it will be his fault if he gets drowned."
Another warning whistle now rang out, but was of no avail. The sloop swerved again and then came squarely up to the big steamboat, which was now backing water furiously.
"Stop! Don"t run me down!" screamed Bob Bangs. He was fairly white with terror.
His cries were cut short by the crash as the sloop struck. The bow was splintered, and the shock threw Bob Bangs overboard. Luckily he was far enough away to escape the paddle-wheel, as the _Helen Shalley_ continued to go ahead despite the fact that her engines had been reversed.
The first surprise over, Randy was quick to act. Not far away was a life preserver having a line attached to it and this he took from its hooks. He waited for the rich boy to appear. Soon he came up, spluttering.
"Catch the preserver!" called out our hero and cast the article in such a skillful manner that it fell within easy reach.
"Save me! Save me!" gasped the rich youth, throwing his arms wildly about him.
"Take hold of the life preserver!" called out half a hundred people at once. Then several other cries rang out.
At last the motion of the water washed the life preserver up against Bob Bangs" arm. He clutched at it desperately. By this time the steamboat had come to a standstill, and it was an easy matter for Randy and Jones to pull the rich youth towards the vessel. Then a rope ladder was lowered and Bob Bangs came up to the deck, dripping with water.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"Well, young man, you had a narrow escape," said Captain Hadley, as he pushed his way through the crowd to the spot.
"I know it, and it"s all your fault!" whined Bob Bangs.
"My fault? Nonsense!"
"You ran me down! I"ll have the law on you for it."
"Don"t talk like a fool, young man. I was in the wheelhouse myself with the pilot and saw just how you acted. Evidently you don"t know much about handling boats."
"I know all about them," insisted the rich youth. But this was a falsehood, as Randy well knew. Bob could row and that was about all.
"You"ll have to pay for smashing my boat," went on the rich boy, after a pause. "And you"ll have to pay for wetting my new suit," he added, gazing ruefully at the natty outing suit he had donned but an hour before.
"You"ll not get a cent out of me," said Captain Hadley, firmly. "This accident was clearly of your own making. We gave you plenty of room, but you turned directly into our course twice. Be thankful that you weren"t ground up under the paddle-wheel."
"Yes, and be thankful that Randy Thompson threw you a life preserver,"
put in Jones.
At the mention of our hero"s name Bob Bangs looked around in surprise.
He had not noticed Randy before.
"What, you here!" he exclaimed and did not seem particularly happy over the meeting.
"I am," answered Randy.
"Did you throw out that line with the preserver?" asked the captain.
"I did, sir," and Randy touched his cap.
"I am glad to know it," and the captain"s face showed his appreciation of Randy"s prompt action.
"What are you doing here--in that outfit?" asked Bob Bangs, curiously.
"I am a deckhand on this steamboat."
"Pooh! a deckhand!" and the rich boy"s nose went up into the air in disdain. He would give Randy no credit for helping to save his life.
"Clear the deck, please!" called out Captain Hadley, to the crowd that was pressing in on all sides. "The excitement is over. The boy is safe."
"I want you to put me ash.o.r.e," said Bob Bangs.
"We"ll make a landing a mile below here," said the Captain.
"I don"t want to go to the next landing."
"Sorry, but we can"t turn back," answered Captain Hadley.
"What about my boat?"
"We"ll take it in tow."
This was done, and in a few minutes the _Helen Shalley_ had resumed her journey. Bob Bangs was led to one of the staterooms and offered a dry suit of clothes, which he put on.