"Not at high tide!" exclaimed Sally.
"At high tide," said I. "That float draws a good two feet, and it"s so heavy that once it runs on the mud it will stay on the mud--" And then I shouted to Billoo:
"Look out for the middle ground!"
"What?" he answered.
"Why do you warn him?" said Sally.
"Because it won"t help him," said I.
"What?" called Billoo again, and Sally answered at the top of her lungs, "Look--out--for--the--middle--ground!"
"Right O!" Billoo answered; "where is it?"
"Just ahead," Sally called.
Billoo turned to look, and at that moment the float, which was travelling at a good clip, ran into it.
Billoo and Randall fell flat on their faces; everybody staggered; one umbrella and two hats went overboard and drifted away, and Sally and I sat down on the pier and laughed till we were helpless.
V
The float had become a fixture in the landscape about two hundred and fifty yards out. We could converse with our friends by shouting only, and when we got tired of condoling with them and giving them a.s.surances of our sympathy, we told them that _we_ were going back to the house to get some more breakfast and think out what was best to be done,
"Sam," said Sally, "that"s the maddest lot of men I ever saw."
We looked back. Billoo was stamping up and down the float, waving his arms and orating like Falstaff; Randall and Tombs had their heads together, and were casting what appeared to be baleful glances at Billoo. It was evident that he was not popular on the float.
When we had had some more breakfast, and had sat around a little to digest it, the women began to come down-stairs. Mrs. Randall was the first to come down, and she was in great distress.
"It"s _too_ dreadful," she said. "I had something of the utmost importance to tell Billy, something that I wanted him to do for me down-town. And I overslept."
"Well," said I, "let me tell you what a good fellow Billy is. He hasn"t gone yet."
"Good Heavens!" she cried, "not gone yet? Why, what time is it? Why, he won"t get down-town in time for the opening!"
"Probably not," I said. "He was just going, when suddenly he said, "I know there"s something my wife wants to say to me." I said, "Wake her up and find out what it is." He said, "No, she"s getting so she can"t do without her beauty sleep; I"ll just wait around till she wakes of herself.""
"Sam," said Mrs. Randall, "what has happened to my husband?"
"Nothing much," I said. "He"s in the same boat with many others--only it isn"t a boat. Don"t be alarmed."
"_Where is my husband?_" said she.
"If you are equal to a short, muddy walk," I said, "I will show him to you--Morning, little Miss Tombs--want to see brother and young Fitch?
They said they wouldn"t go to town till you"d seen them--Morning, Mrs.
Giddings--morning, Miss Marshall--I"m not much on breaking bad news, but there"s been an accident to all your husbands and brothers and fiances.
They"re all alive still, so far as I know--but they ought not to last more than five or six days."
"It"s proposed," said Sally, "that we all go and see what can be done for them."
We refused to answer any questions. We led the way to the pier and pointed out the float, and the men on it. "There," said Sally, "you can see them quite plainly from here."
"Yes," said I, "and the more plainly you see them, the plainer they are."
"Will you kindly tell me," said Mrs. Randall, "what my husband is doing out there on that float?"
"He is doing nothing," I said. "You can see for yourself. And it isn"t a float any more."
"Better tell them what has happened," said Sally.
"No, Sally," I said, "no."
"Yes, Sam," she said.
"Oh, all right," I said, "if you really think it"s best. The fact is, ladies, the whole thing is a piece of drunken folly. You know how men are when they get drinking and arguing, and quarrelling. To make a long story short, it came to Billoo"s insulting Randall; Randall challenges him; duelling is against the law; they take pistols and witnesses out on the water beyond the jurisdiction of the United States; and they _were_ going to murder each other. But it"s all right now--don"t be frightened."
Sally had turned her face away, and I"m sure I was serious as a judge. I patted Mrs. Randall on the shoulder.
"Even if your husband isn"t brave," I said, "he"s clever, clever and deep."
"My husband not brave!" she cried. "I like that; he"s the bravest man I ever saw."
"Well, that may be," I said doubtfully, "but, considering that on the way out to the duelling ground, or water, when n.o.body was looking but Sally and me, he kicked the box of cartridges overboard. But, perhaps they"ll agree to use pocket-knives--"
"Sam," said little Miss Tombs, "I"ll give you a kiss good-morning if you"ll be serious."
"Wait till Fitch is looking," I said.
Then Sally explained what had happened, and edged herself so politely between little Miss Tombs and me that the others laughed.
"They"ll float at high tide, won"t they?" asked Mrs. Giddings.
"No," I said. "It was high tide when they ran aground. It will take a tugboat to get them off."
The words weren"t out of my mouth when a tugboat appeared round the corner of the island, making up the channel. The men on the float began to scream and yell, and jump up and down, and wave their arms. But the tugboat paid no attention. It thought they were drunk. It pa.s.sed within three hundred yards of them, whistled a couple of times, and became small in the distance.
"Sam," said Sally, "in about an hour they"ll be high and dry on the mud.
Then not even a boat can get to them. And by the time it"s high tide again it will be dark and n.o.body will see them, and they"ll be dying of hunger and thirst."
"That"s true," I said. "Sally, you explain that to them, and I"ll have the men fetch one of the stable doors, and we"ll put a sail on it and provision it and trust to its. .h.i.tting the middle ground about where they did."
I never worked so hard in my life. I had a stable door taken off its tracks and rigged with the canoe"s sail; and we put a case of champagne on board, and a tub of ice, and bread, and cold meat, and b.u.t.ter, and jam, and cigars, and cigarettes, and liquors, and a c.o.c.ktail shaker, and a bottle of olives stuffed with red peppers, for Billoo, and two kinds of bitters, and everything else to eat or drink that anybody could think of, and some camp-chairs, and cards for bridge, and score-pads, and pencils, and a folding table. Of course, most of the things got soaked the minute we launched the door, but there wasn"t time to do the thing over again. So we gave the relief boat three cheers and let her go.