Frank knew that this was entirely false, for he had seen them head in from a point further out on the river, as if deliberately meaning to strike the _Pot Luck_.
He hurried over to the corner that had been struck, and took as good an observation as was possible, just then. No particular damage seemed to have been done, the heavy and sound timbers of the smaller boat serving to save her. Outside of that one broken window, which could be easily repaired, and perhaps a couple of dishes knocked to the floor inside the cabin, there were no bad results following this mean trick of the enemy.
Frank did not even take the trouble to make a reply; but Bluff could not keep still under such aggravating circ.u.mstances.
"That was a mean trick, Ossie Fredericks!" he called out, shaking his fist toward the boy he addressed, and who was leaning from the pilothouse of the _Lounger_, holding a handkerchief to his nose, as though he might have struck it violently against some object when the shock came. "You did that on purpose; needn"t try to say you didn"t! I wish your boat had a big hole punched in her bow; because it"d just serve you right. Now keep away, or I"ll be so mad there"s no telling what"ll happen."
"Oh! just hold your horses, Masters!" called the other; "don"t you see we"re doing our best to draw away from you? Hi! start up the engine again, Terry Crogan. These fellows are beginning to threaten me with guns!"
Presently the sound of the gas engine belonging to the _Lounger_, starting to send out sharp, explosive sounds, told that the big youth who had been hired in St. Paul to run the machinery and do the hard work of the cruise was attending to business. Then the power-boat started away, and headed out toward the middle of the river once more.
A row of faces over the rail told that Oswald"s other chums, Duke Fletcher, Raymond Ellis, and the third fellow from St. Paul, whom Bluff and Frank had met at the time the trap was set for them in the cabin of the boat, were watching to see whether the _Pot Luck_ showed any signs of foundering.
But although, no doubt, they hoped for the worst, nothing of the kind was likely to occur, since small damage had been done. Jerry sounded the well, and reported little bilge water in the hold. A trap on the forward deck allowed of anyone going below, where, in case of necessity, certain articles might be stowed; and Bluff took it upon himself to drop into the hold, carrying Frank"s electric torch. He found no evidence of damage, so that even Will felt rea.s.sured on that score.
Of course the four chums were highly indignant concerning the boldness and recklessness of their rivals in seeking to do them such an injury, at the risk of sharing the destruction.
"If they had struck us, with their engine going full tilt!" declared Jerry; "and before Ossie began to get cold feet, and edge away, why, ten to one, both boats by this time would be either sunk, or leaking like sieves, and bound to go under."
"Then we"d have had to throw a few things, like our guns, into the dinghy, and jump overboard ourselves," remarked Bluff.
"Yes," agreed Will, "that"s the way at a fire, they say; throw the pictures out of the window, and carry a mattress carefully downstairs."
"Well, we wouldn"t want the guns to get soaked, or lost; would we?"
demanded the proud owner of the new-fangled six-shot firearm; "wouldn"t matter so much with us, because we could swim; and if we saved our clothes we"d have a dry outfit to put on later. But I wonder what next that Ossie Fredericks will try? Isn"t he the limit, though, Frank?"
"Well, I don"t exactly know," replied the other. "I"ve tried to study that fellow for a whole year. Sometimes I think he"s got a halfway streak of decency in him, and that it"s only because he keeps such bad company that he chokes it right along."
"Huh! mighty funny way of showing decency," grunted Jerry; "to try and smash our boat, when we didn"t bother them any. But I know that Ellis lad is a bad egg, and wouldn"t be surprised if Fletcher"s just as tough a nut. They know Ossie"s got a fistful of money, always, and they just hang around, telling him what a great boy he is, and how mean Frank Langdon talks about him. Oh! rats! Don"t I know that crowd, though?"
Will was once more in the sulks, lamenting the fact that he hadn"t thought to run into the cabin, and bring out his rapid-action camera, so that he might have taken a snapshot of the power-boat heading straight for the _Pot Luck_.
"It would have been all the evidence we needed in court, if ever we sued to collect damages," he declared, sadly; "and to think how I so seldom see these chances till it"s all over but the shouting."
The other boat was rapidly leaving them, and every one of the four chums hoped they might never see the _Lounger_ again-during that cruise, at least. It seemed that they must meet with some sort of trouble every time the two boats came close together, all through the bad tempers and ugly dispositions of those on board the _Lounger_.
An hour later, and they could barely make her out miles away; and only with the aid of the gla.s.ses could they recognize the craft. So they determined to put Ossie Fredericks and his cronies out of their minds, for the time being at least. There were other things much more pleasant demanding their constant attention on every hand; boats that pa.s.sed, or which they overtook, moored to the bank; change of scenery that gave them more or less pleasure, and with Bluff and Jerry consulting as to what the evening meal should consist of.
"I move we camp ash.o.r.e to-night, if there seems to be a decent chance,"
proposed Bluff, as they began to look for a good spot to tie up to, with the sun hanging low in a bed of yellow clouds that Frank did not fancy any too much.
"We might have a camp fire, and do our cooking there," he said in reply; "but if you cast your eyes over yonder, you"ll see why we ought to sleep aboard to-night."
"It does look as if we"d get something before morning," Jerry admitted.
"Think my foot don"t know?" remarked Will, with a grin and a nod.
When they had found a good place to fasten the cable to a tree alongside the bank, this programme was carried out. Frank soon learned they were close to what appeared to be a road that followed the river; but it seemed to be rather what Will called a "sequestered" spot, so he thought they could take chances.
He showed his chums once more how a good cooking fire was built, and, after supper was done, Bluff was allowed to build a large camp fire, around which they meant to sit for several hours, until their eyes warned them that it was time to go aboard and crawl into the bunks.
"Seeing that fire we made for Luther Snow just put me in the notion of having one for ourselves," Bluff remarked, as he toasted his shins there beside the blaze he had created, with the aid of several logs, found near the spot.
"Wonder what"s become of the old fellow; and if we"ll ever see him again?" Will said, in a meditative manner.
Frank did not choose to tell anything he thought, but listened with an amused smile as his comrades discussed the chances the man had of making his intended destination before his only daughter sailed for the other side of the world.
The hour began to grow late, and once or twice Will started to yawn.
Frank was just about to propose that they go aboard, after putting out the camp fire, as he had learned to always do on breaking camp, when Jerry called his attention to a strange ruddy hue in the sky.
"Can that be the storm coming?" asked Will, as they all gazed.
"If it is, she"s going to be a scorcher!" remarked Jerry.
"You forget that the storm is over to the southwest, boys, and this red light lies in the east, or southeast rather. I think it must be a house afire," Frank at that moment remarked.
The idea of a poor family being burned out appealed to the boys strongly; and when Bluff boldly proposed that they lock the door of the cabin securely, and see if they could arrive on the scene in time to be of any a.s.sistance, somehow even timid Will and conservative Frank fell in with the idea at once.
The result of the vote being unanimous in favor of going, they hastened to shut the windows, and fasten the padlock on the door. Bluff insisted on carrying his precious gun, though admitting that it must look odd to see a boy hurrying to help a family that was being burned out, and carrying a shotgun along.
"But you never can tell what will happen," said Bluff, stoutly; and so Frank, remembering that other occasion only too well when the presence of that same gun had prevented a fierce hammering from Fredericks and his crowd, wisely held his peace.
CHAPTER XIII-AFTER THE STORM
"Listen! is that somebody shouting?" cried Frank, after they had run along the road in a southerly direction for half a mile.
"Sounds like it to me," ventured Will, between pants for breath.
"Now, on my part," declared Bluff, "I thought it must be the screech of a locomotive; because, you know, there"s a railroad line on both sides of the river right along up here."
"But there it is again," Frank insisted; "and you can make out yelling now."
"Yes, and it comes out of there, away back from the river. See here, Frank," observed Jerry, "we just can"t plunge into the woods, and make for that fire; can we?"
"Now, my opinion is, there might be some other cross-road below here, and the fire is on that," said Frank; "we"ll go a piece further, anyhow, and find out."
The others were quite willing to do anything Frank proposed, and so they again started to run at quite a good pace.
It turned out just as he said; for about half a mile further down they suddenly came on a road that left the river highway, and turned abruptly into the hills. Besides, they could now see the fire itself, which, as usual, did not seem to be so very far away; though Frank knew how deceptive distances were apt to prove under such conditions.
Turning into this smaller road, they kept on running. Now and then Frank would drop into a walk, for he knew that Will must be tiring, though the other would never have admitted the fact if he dropped in his tracks with fatigue.
"Further than we thought, fellows!" gasped Bluff, who had to carry a heavy gun, and by now he almost wished he had left it on the boat.
"But now we"ve come this far we"d better keep on; eh, Frank?" suggested Jerry.