The conversation had been carried on without either of the parties to it being able to see one another, but the captain of the vessel--for he had been the boy"s interlocutor--now came off the bridge and with some of the crew watched two sailors lower a Jacob"s ladder and make it fast to the rail.
"Now we go aboard," said Captain Hudgins, clambering up the swaying contrivance as nimbly as an athlete, "make our painter fast ter the ladder, Rob."
This being done, the boys followed the veteran on board. The steamer, when they gained her deck, puzzled them a good deal and it was not till her captain, a genial blond-bearded Britisher, explained to them that she was a cattle ship that they understood the utility of the wooden structures with which her decks were obstructed.
The captain explained that these were pens for the cattle she expected to take back to England, from which country she was returning after having taken over a large consignment of steers.
"Which," went on the captain, "brings us to my pa.s.sengers. They are Mr. Frank Harkness and his son, of Lariat, a small cattle town in the West, where Mr. Harkness has a large ranch. They were his cattle that we took over and as he had difficulty in engaging a berth on a liner at this time of year, when the pa.s.senger ships are crowded, he decided to return with us. Here is Mr. Harkness now," he added, as a tall, bronzed man, with a long coat draped over a pair of broad shoulders, and a wide-brimmed sombrero above keen eyes, approached.
"Visitors from the sh.o.r.e, captain?" he inquired, a pleasant smile illuminating his clean-shaven, sun-browned face.
"That"s what they are," rejoined the captain, "just dropped in on us, don"t you know."
"You mean we dropped in on them," amended the other with a laugh, "come here, Harry," he called, raising his voice, "we"ve got some company out of the fog."
In response to his call a lad about the age of Rob appeared from the after-end of the ship, where the cabins were, and greeted the boys with a smile and a nod. He, like his father, wore a sombrero and was quite as sunburned. For the rest he was well-knit and athletic looking and had evidently lived an out-door life.
"Well, we are getting plenty of experiences away from the ranch, eh, Harry?" observed his father, after the boys and the captain had introduced themselves and there had been a great and ceremonious hand-shaking all round.
"We just naturally are," responded the rancher"s son. "Say, captain,"
he went on, "when do you expect to get off?"
"If we are not too badly hung up we ought to get off at high-water,"
rejoined the Britisher.
"That won"t be till late to-night," observed Rob.
"If I could only get a tug we might do better," observed the captain, "in fact, since I"ve had the engines going I don"t think we can back off under our own power."
"Have you got a wireless?" asked Hiram, his pet subject uppermost.
"Yes, but our operator went ash.o.r.e in London and I guess he had too good a time; anyhow he never showed up so we had to cross without one."
"Is she working?" asked Hiram interestedly.
"Sure, there"s plenty of "juice" as the operators, call it. I tried to work it coming over," laughed Harry, "but outside of getting a proper shock, I didn"t do much."
"I"ll send out a signal for a tug," said Hiram quietly, "there"s a station at Island. They"ll pick up the message and transmit it."
"What--you can work a wireless?"
"A little bit," said the lad modestly.
"Come on, I"ll show you the way," said the delighted captain, starting off with Hiram, and followed by the others.
"Say, don"t think it personal of me, will you?" remarked Harry Harkness to Rob as they followed, "but would you mind telling me what you all are wearing those uniforms for?"
"Why, we"re Boy Scouts," rejoined Rob proudly, and went on to explain just what the organization is.
"Say, that"s great," exclaimed Harry enthusiastically, "I"d like to form a patrol out at Lariat. Do you reckon I could?"
"I don"t doubt it," rejoined Rob, smiling the Western enthusiasm.
"By cracky, I"ll do it," went on Harry Harkness, "I"ll make it a mounted patrol and if we don"t get old "Silver Tip" then, besides all the other sport we"ll have, call me a coyote."
"Who or what is old Silver Tip?" asked Rob, somewhat interested in his breezy new acquaintance.
"Silver Tip is a grizzly," explained Harry, "a grizzly bear you know.
Dad says he"s the biggest he"s ever seen and he seems to bear--excuse the pun, please--he seems to bear a charmed life. All the boys on the ranch are crazy to get a shot at him, but they"ve never been able to."
"Say, that sounds bully," agreed Rob, "I wish I could get out West for a while."
"It"s a great country," said Harry sagely, as they entered the wireless room, where Hiram was already bending over the instrument sending out a message for aid, while the blue spark leaped and crackled across its gap. The others gazed on admiringly as Hiram, having completed his message, adjusted the detector on his head and awaited an answer.
It soon came. Tugs would be dispatched as soon as the fog lifted, the operator at Fire Island announced.
"That"s a weight off my mind," breathed the captain, while Harry hastily confided to his father that the lads who had boarded the vessel out of the mist were Boy Scouts.
"The fog is lifting," announced Rob, as they streamed out of the wireless room.
"Yes, the wind has shifted," remarked Captain Hudgins. "I guess it was that sou"west breeze that brought the mist. She"s hauled ter the nor"west now, and in an hour"s time it will be clear."
"I wonder if you boys can put us ash.o.r.e," said Mr. Harkness, as the group walked aft to the captain"s cabin; "I would be very grateful if you could. It seems that it will be some time before the steamer is cleared, and I am anxious to make a train for the West."
The boys agreed to land the ranchman and his son as soon as the fog cleared off, which, as the captain had prophesied, it did in about an hour"s time. The boys had spent the interim in exploring the ship and listening to Harry Harkness" tales of the ranch and the marvelous exploits of Silver Tip, the huge grizzly, who derived his name, it appeared, from a spot of white fur on his breast. In fact, so fast did they get on, that by the time Harry and his father were called by Captain Hudgins to embark in the Flying Fish, the boys had become fast friends.
The run to the sh.o.r.e was made quickly and by landing the two travelers at a point above Hampton they were enabled to make a train that would land them in the city in time for dinner. Mr. Harkness whiled away the trip by plying the boys with all sorts of questions about the Boy Scouts and seemed greatly interested in their answers. Altogether the boys felt quite sorry when it came time to part at the wharf at Farmingdale, the place where the rancher and his son were put ash.o.r.e.
"Well, good-bye, boys," said Mr. Harkness, holding out a big hand to Rob, who took it and was amazed to find a twenty dollar gold piece slipped into his palm by the ranchman.
"Oh, I couldn"t think of taking that," he said, insisting on handing it back despite the ranchman"s protests, "I appreciate your motive, but I couldn"t think of taking any money for an ordinary courtesy."
"By Sam Hooker, you"re right, boy," cried the ranchman heartily, "and it"s a privilege to meet such a bunch of fine lads. I thought all you Easterners were a bunch of stuck-up tenderfeet, but I find I"m wrong--anyhow so far as the Boy Scouts are concerned."
A few minutes later the rancher and his son were hastening to the railroad station, followed by the boys" eyes. As they entered the depot, just in time to catch the New York train--they waved a hearty farewell and the boys waved and shouted in return.
"We"ve only known them a few hours, but I feel as if I"d just said good-bye to two friends," said Rob as they turned away and prepared to go back to the island in their boat and break camp.
"So do I!" said Tubby; "I wonder if we"ll ever see them again."
"No, I guess they"re kind of ships that pa.s.s in the night,"" laughed Merritt, "however, I"m glad we did them a good turn."
The boys, however, were destined to meet the ranchers again and to have many strange and exciting adventures, among which the ultimate downfall of Silver Tip was to be one. Could they have looked into the future, too, they would have seen that in the Far West they were to face dangers and difficulties of which they had as yet never dreamed and were to be the victims of the malicious contrivings of Bill Bender and our old, acquaintance, Jack Curtiss.
A few weeks after the events related above there was great excitement in Hampton over the announcement that Merritt"s courageous act of life-saving and the achievements of the other young scouts of the Eagle Patrol were to receive official recognition. A field secretary of the organization arrived at the village one evening and was met at the depot by the Patrol in full uniform, and with the village band drawn up at their head. Proudly, under the Eagle standard, they marched to the Town Hall, which had been illuminated in a style the villagers would never have believed possible and were greeted by the local committee headed by Commodore Wingate and Mr. Blake.
"Three cheers for the Boy Scouts!" came from a voice in the back of the crowded hall after the honors had been distributed and the advances in rank announced.