Jack Stormways was always prepared.
He never lost his head in an emergency, for which
more than one of his chums had had reason to be thankful
in times past. So, on the present occasion, when
he saw that the tug could not make a complete circuit
against the running tide and reach the wrecked rowboat
in time to be of any assistance to the unfortunate
who had been hurled into the Delaware, Jack instantly
headed the little motor boat for the spot.
“Get up in the bow with you,
Jimmy, quick now, and take the boathook along!
I’ll slow down when we get there; and perhaps
you can grab him in!” the skipper called out.
Accustomed to obeying, Jimmy made
haste to snatch up the implement mentioned, and which
had many the time proved its value in recovering things
that had been swept overboard in a wind storm.
Then he hurried to gain a position
near the bow of the boat, where he crouched, after
making sure of his footing, so as to guard against
a shock when he clapped the boathook into the clothing
of the drowning man.
“I see him, Jack!” he
bawled immediately. “He’s holding
to the boat, so he is!”
“All right, Jimmy,” echoed
the skipper, calmly; “I glimpsed him before
you did, I reckon. Steady yourself now, and try
not to make a foozle of it, old man. There you
are. Jimmy; get him!”
And Jimmy did the same, catching the
coat of the man in the water with his boathook, and
holding on tenaciously. Jack, meanwhile, turned
his engine backward, so that the momentum of the boat
was promptly checked.
The man had been clinging to the rapidly
sinking wreckage. In another half minute, no
doubt, he would have been left without any support;
and as he did not seem able to swim a stroke, his
end must have speedily come.
Jimmy drew in with the haft of the
boat-hook, until he could stretch down and seize upon
the collar of the man’s coat. As the Irish
lad was brawny and nerved just then to mighty deeds,
he managed to hoist the fellow into the little motor
boat.
The unlucky man was white, and pretty
nearly drowned. He had just had enough sense
to cling desperately to the wreck of his boat, and
then allow Jimmy to do the rescue act.
“Did you get hurt when that
tug struck your boat?” asked Jack, for that
was what he feared.
The man was blinking at him, for his
eyes had taken in more or less of the brackish water
of the river; but he shook his head in the negative.
This relieved Jack more than a little. Like Josh,
he had been hoping that in the very beginning of their
new cruise a wet blanket might not be cast over the
spirits of the party by their witnessing the drowning
of a poor chap.
“Here comes the tug down after
us,” remarked Jimmy. “I suppose the
omadhauns ’ll be expressing their regrets for
the accident. Sure, it was criminal carelessness,
if ever there was a case. And ye’ll be
silly, sor, if so be ye don’t make ’em
pay for the boat they smashed.”
By degrees the man seemed to come
out of the half stupor into which his sudden immersion
in the waters of the river had thrown him.
“They just got to,” he
grumbled, shaking his head; “for ’twas
a borrowed boat, an’ I can’t pay for a
new one.”
“We’ll try and see you
through,” said Jack. “If they think
we’re ready to tell what we saw, they’ll
not only pay you good damages, but take you ashore
in the bargain.”
“That’s the ticket!”
declared Jimmy, quite taken with the idea of frightening
the captain of the tug into doing the right thing by
his victim.
Presently the tug came alongside,
and an anxious voice called out:
“Was he much hurt, boys?
I’m sorry it happened. Second accident
of the week, and such things don’t do a man’s
reputation as a pilot any good.”
“Well,” replied Jack,
promptly, “suppose you whack up for his boat,
and a suit of clothes for the man; then take him ashore,
and none of us will say a word about the accident,
as you call it, but which looked mighty like criminal
carelessness to us.”
There was a brief interval of silence,
during which the two men in the wheel-house of the
tug seemed to be conferring.
“How much does he want, my lad?”
asked one, presently thrusting his head and shoulders
out, so that Jack could have almost shaken hands had
he wished.
“The boat ought to be worth
fifteen dollars; and say ten more to get him a new
suit. That’s letting you down easy, my
friend,” called the skipper of the Tramp.
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll
have to stand it, though I don’t believe the
old tub was worth five. Here you are, bub; and
if you chuck the feller across to us, we’ll
dry him off, and land him somewhere above.”
Jack eagerly took the proffered bills,
and thrust them into the hand of the man who had been
so happily rescued.
“Here you are, and good luck
to you,” he said, cheerily. “Do you
think you can get aboard the tug now, my man?”
The other had gripped the several
bank bills eagerly; but at the same time a look of
caution came into his eyes.
“Say, mister, can’t you
manage to drop me ashore somewhere below here?”
he asked, in a hoarse whisper.
“Well, it wouldn’t be
altogether convenient,” replied Jack, hesitating;
and then as he saw the pilot of the tugboat watching
them, with a grin on his face, a sudden realization
as to what the rescued man feared broke in upon him.
“They might make me give it
back again, ye see, after I got dried off,”
continued the poor fellow, who evidently had not held
so much money in his hand for many a long day.
“By George! that’s so!”
Nick was heard to exclaim; for the Wireless
had crept up, and now lay right alongside the Tramp.
Jack was quick to make a decision,
and as a rule his first thought was the right one,
too.
“I’ll land you myself!”
he declared, sturdily; “it won’t take much
time. And I guess a good deed done in the beginning
of the voyage ought to bring us luck to pull out of
many a bad hole.”
Then raising his voice and addressing
the man at the wheel of the tug, Jack continued:
“We’ll set him ashore
below, Captain. You see, he doesn’t want
to ride up to the city; neither do you prefer to have
him go. It’s all right; we’ll say
nothing of what we saw to anybody. So long, Captain!”
And without waiting for an answer
Jack simply started his motor, upon which the Tramp
shot away from the tug. Looking back, Jack saw
the two men conferring, but he felt sure they would
allow things to rest.
“That negligence cost him twenty-five
dollars, you see, Jimmy; and perhaps he’ll keep
his eyes about him after this, when he’s on the
move. It’s lucky for him, as well as for
our friend here, that a human life was not snuffed
out in the bargain.”
“And do we head for the shore
now, Jack?” queried the mate and cook.
“As soon as I find out which
side the wrecked mariner wants to land on,”
replied the skipper, turning to his passenger.
“Just suit yourself, sir,”
spoke up the man, into whose face the color was once
more beginning to creep, as he looked frequently at
the wad of greenbacks, which he continued to caress
with his fingers, as though the very feel of them
did his heart good.
“But which side do you live
on?” persisted Jack, wishing to do the best
he could for the fellow.
“Well, now, I live over in Jersey,
near Bridgeport,” said the man; “but I
was goin’ across to Lamokin in Pennsylvania,
on a chance to get work. So if you’ll put
me ashore anywhere below here, I can walk up the railroad
track to the junction.”
Jack immediately headed shoreward.
“Take things easy, fellows,
and we’ll catch up with you before you’ve
gone many miles,” he called out to those in the
other boats, since there seemed no necessity for all
of them to leave the middle of the river just to land
one man.
It was no trouble to get close in
on the Pennsylvania shore; the case might have been
different over in Jersey, where they could see that
marshland abounded at this point.
“Here you are; just step ashore
on that rock; and good luck with you, friend!”
Jack sang out, as Jimmy piloted the boat alongside
a section of the shore, using his favorite boat-hook
in so doing.
“Shake hands first, please,
young sir,” said the other, who appeared to
be a decent working man, for his palms were calloused
with toil. “You sure done me a mighty
good turn this day. I might a-died out there,
only for the way you come to the rescue. I won’t
forget it in a hurry, I tell you.”
“Well, pass it along then,”
laughed Jack, grasping the other’s hand at the
same time. “Perhaps you’ll run across
some poor chap who’s worse off than you are.
Give him a helping hand, and we’ll call the
thing squared.”
“I will, just as sure as I live,
I will, that. It’s a good idea, too.
And after gettin’ me this money, I reckon ye
saved it for me, by takin’ me ashore.
That tugboat captain looked like he’d a-made
me fork over agin, once he had me aboard his craft.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised
if you were right,” assented Jack. “Shake
hands with Jimmy too, while you’re about it,
friend. He yanked you in like a good fellow.
If your life was saved, Jimmy had a hand in it.”
After this ceremony had been carried
out, the man managed to get ashore. Then the
boathook was brought into use again to push off; and
a minute or two later they were chugging along down-stream,
heading once more toward the middle of the broadening
river.
Jimmy waved to the man several times,
until finally they lost sight of him as he gained
the railroad track, and started north.
“Anyway, that was a good beginning,
Jimmy,” remarked Jack, in a satisfied tone.
“It sure was, for that bog-trotter,”
chuckled the other. “His ould boat wasn’t
worth more’n five dollars, as the tug captain
sez, an’ here he sells it for three toimes the
sum. His clothes’ll be dry on his back
before an hour, in this warm sun; an’ he has
a noice tin dollars to buy new garments wid.
It’s the luckiest day av his life, so it
is.”
“Well, I rather think that adventure
did net him a cool twenty,” laughed Jack.
“Not so bad for a dip in the river.”
“He naded a bath, too, so he
did,” declared Jimmy. “An, mark my
word, he’d be willing to kape it up all the
blissed day at the same price, so he would.
Now we’re safe out from the rocks along the shore,
why not hit her up, an’ overhaul the rist av
the bunch, Jack?”
“Right you are, and here goes,”
sang out the other. “Take the wheel, Jimmy,
and look out for anything in the way. I want
to watch how the engine works. You know, George
wasn’t the only one who overhauled his motor
after our fun this last summer.”
“She is makin’ better
toime than she iver did in her whole blissed life!”
cried the delighted Jimmy, presently, after Jack had
been working at the engine a spell. “Be
the powers! I do belave we kin give George a
race for his money nixt toime he challenges us, so
I do. Hurroo! we’re flyin’ over the
wather, Jack!”
“Less talk, and keep your eyes
in front of you!” called the other. “If
you get as careless as that tugboat man, we’ll
be smashing into something, too. And then good-bye
to all our hopes for a jolly voyage down the coast.”
“Aw! ’tis me that is boring
the wather with me eyes all the toime, Jack dear;
and never a thing as could escape me aigle vision.
I’m a broth of bhoy when it comes to steering
a boat, do ye mind.”
The stream was wide, and there were
far less vessels moving up or down than had been the
case above, so that, just as Jimmy declared, it was
an easy job to keep clear of obstructions.
Jack had become intensely interested
in the splendid working of his reconstructed motor.
He was watching its pulsations, and experimenting
in many little ways, in order to find out just how
to get the maximum of speed from it.
And then, all at once, he heard Jimmy
give utterance to an exclamation that might be freighted
with either curiosity or alarm perhaps both.
Hardly knowing what to expect, the
skipper of the little Tramp struggled to his
knees, and then drew himself erect, to make a discovery
that thrilled him through and through.