“You mean, they’ve got something to go on, if your idea is right,” Gordon corrected. “Think the sun’s coming out, Harry.”
The belated sun was indeed breaking through the clouds. Harry saw from his map that there was but one stream emptying into the lake between them and Port Henry, and on reaching this they found that it was not suitable for even a motor-dory.
They had no intention of making inquiries2 in the village, their plan being now to go up the lake shore till they found a boat, or boats, moored3, or streams to explore. They would march straight through the village as if they did not know it was there.
“I understand we’re not to recognize Port Henry, Kid?”
“We’ll snub it, Harry. We don’t want to get any directions at the last minute.”
But Port Henry had something to say about this. She was not in the habit of having people pass by without acknowledging her, and just at this particular time she was putting on her holiday clothes. She always makes a great splurge in the summer, and in the winter rolls herself up like a bear and goes to sleep.
It was well on in the afternoon when Harry and Gordon came in sight of the town and decided4 to pitch their shelter in a little grove5 till morning. For Gordon was too weary to go farther. As night came on, they could see the lights of the village in the distance, and they busied themselves speculating what the morrow might bring forth6.
Harry looked at Gordon critically. “Do you feel you need some meat, old man? How are you, weak?”
“No. Just tired. I’m going to turn in early.”
“I’ll try for a rabbit if you say, Kid, but I’d rather not. If you’re weak, just say so, and I’ll find you something hearty7.”
“Bacon and cereal will do for me, Harry.”
“All right, then. Sit where you are—I’m going to learn that trick of yours, making a fire. Here, get under the shelter and stuff these cushions back of you. You’re all in, old man; take it easy now.”
“Harry, this may be the last supper you and I’ll have together.”
“Like enough, if we’re lucky.”
“To-morrow’s the Fourth of July.”
“So it is!”
“I kind of wish we’d have a few days more of it, Harry.”
“Why? Suppose you open up that egg powder—sit still now.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Gordon; “I—I—kind of like being alone with you, Harry.”
“Same with me, Kid.”
“I hope you’ll never move away from Oakwood, Harry.”
“Not much danger of that; our house was built by my grandfather. Look here, Kid, I know what’s the matter with you—you’re just dead tired.”
“Your father might put up a new house somewhere else, like Mr. Danforth.”
“No sirree! We all think too much of the old shack8; and anyway, if he did, there’d be a room for the Black Ranger9, all right, no matter where it was. We’d think of a way, Kiddo.”
“I don’t know how it is, Harry, I seem to learn things from you without your teaching them to me—I just learn them.”
“Nonsense!”
“Don’t you think one fellow can learn better from another than from some one else? I mean, Harry, if you think a whole lot of a fel—a person, why, you’d learn more from him than—Now, I’ll never smoke a cigarette after what you said, Harry, and it wasn’t like a lesson at all.”
“Guess you’ll never learn much from me, old man—Hand me the saucepan, will you?”
“My father thinks I will—and anyway, I’m glad I’m in your patrol.”
“Well, the patrol wouldn’t part with G. Lord for a seagoing yacht.”
“Just the same, I’d like to be alone with you a little longer, Harry, honest, I would.—I heard Red Deer tell my father how important it is in camping to find pure water. He said fellows about the age of the older ones in our troop are liable to typhoid fever. I hope you’ll never get that, Harry.”
“Kid, you’re a great old boy.”
“Let’s feel your muscle, will you, Harry?”
“My, you wouldn’t think a fellow as thin as you would have a muscle like that, Harry.”
Harry laughed outright11, and doubling his fist, thrust it gently into the younger boy’s upturned face.
The next morning they went into Port Henry, and found the village in gala attire12. It was their purpose to hire a canoe, and continue their explorations along the shore and up the smaller streams. This would be easier than mountain-climbing (of which Harry thought Gordon had had enough), and since there was now some reason to expect to find camp along the shore, a little paddling about, as Harry said, would not go half bad.
“Port Henry’s dressed up as if she was going to graduate,—hey, Kid?”
“She certainly has her pink sash on. I wonder what’s up.”
The town was resplendent in bunting festoons and streamers, and every store and house had its flag. The national emblem13, of course, predominated, but here and there hung a triangular14, purple flag showing the letters M B C in white, with an anchor beneath.
Most of the stores were closed, and there was a general air of holiday festivity among the little groups that talked excitedly here and there. The city people were in festive15 array. Tennis-shirted and sneaker-shod young gentlemen lolled about.
“Cracky!” said Gordon, “the shoe business must be good here.”
“Yes,” Harry answered. “I don’t suppose there was ever a shoe box but was doomed16 to carry sandwiches sometime or other. There are a lot of folks here from out of town.”
Presently they were reading a big poster in one of the windows:
REGATTA
MOHAWK BOAT CLUB
JULY FOURTH
WATER EVENTS AT 2 P.M. SHARP
ROWING
SWIMMING
SAILING
MUSIC BY PORT HENRY BAND
FIREWORKS IN EVENING
BASEBALL! BASEBALL!
PORT HENRY VS. PLATTSBURGH
SPECIAL
FLY IN HIS AIRSHIP TO VERMONT
AND BACK, ALIGHTING ON THE GREEN
“Looks as if there were going to be some doings,” said Harry.
“Not much chance of getting hold of a canoe to-day, I’m afraid,” commented Gordon.
They sauntered up the main street, and could not fail to notice that several people turned and stared at them. Harry thought it was because of their rather battered18 and disheveled appearance. As they passed the post-office, a little crowd of city fellows called tauntingly20 after them.
“There’s a couple of them, now,” said one.
“Hurrah for the Boy Spouts21!” another shouted. “Sh-h-h!” said another. “They’re on the trail of a deer—don’t disturb them!”
Gordon glanced back, laughing cheerfully at his own expense, and noticed that one of the fellows had a flag with the words WELDEN SCHOOL on it, and that several others wore pale blue sweaters bearing a W on the chest.
“Them chaps is goin’ to win the regetty,” volunteered a black-coated man near by, who looked pathetically uncomfortable in his gala attire. “They’re champion experts.”
“Bully for them,” said Harry, cheerily.
Presently, as they passed a pleasant cottage, a woman with a battalion22 of small children turned in at the gate.
“Give me the key,” they heard her say to one of the boys.
“I haven’t got it.”
“Who has?”
It appeared that none of them had.
“Well,” said the woman, in despair, “we’re locked out, then. I told you to put the key in your pocket.”
“So I did.”
“Well, where is it, then?”
“You told me I could leave off my jacket—it’s in my jacket pocket.”
The woman stood frowning.
“Could we do anything to help you?” said Harry, vaulting23 the low fence and standing24, hat in hand, before her. Gordon followed and stood beside him.
“I’m afraid not,” said she. “We’re locked out; it’s most exasperating25. John, you’ll have to run straight down to Mr. Berry’s and tell him to come right up.”
“Just wait a minute, please,” said Harry. “Maybe we can think of some way to get in. All the windows are locked, I suppose?” He stepped out a little and saw that a window above the doorway26 was open. From its sill a flagpole projected.
“You can never get in there,” said the woman.
“Is that a hammock hook on that tree?” Harry asked.
“Yes.”
“The hammock doesn’t happen to be outdoors anywhere, does it?”
The hammock was found to be behind the house, and Harry carried it to the front doorway. The hammock itself, together with its two ropes, formed a line perhaps twelve feet long, which was easily thrown over the inner end of the pole. In a moment Harry had swung himself up to the flagpole and reaching down from it was carefully brushing off the dust which his feet had left on the flag. The woman watched him with an amused smile.
“That’s one of the first things we scouts28 have to learn,” Gordon told her,—“respect for the flag.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for,” said Harry. “You know, I used to be a burglar,” he added, laughing.
“But you must come in,” she said. “I’m sure you’re strangers. What can I do to repay you?”
She insisted upon their following her into the cozy30 little sitting-room31. “It was nothing at all,” Harry said. “But if we might ask a favor, perhaps you’d be willing to let us clean up a bit here. My friend—well, I’m really ashamed of him—the fact is, we’ve been mountaineering.”
Might they? Indeed they might! And they must also stay and have some lunch. No, she would hear of nothing else.
It is a scout27’s duty to be polite and not to gainsay32 a lady, so they—well, they stayed, in obedience33 to Section 5, Scout Law.
When they thanked her and started forth from her hospitable34 roof, they were quite presentable. She had insisted upon sewing several buttons on Gordon’s uniform, all of which he had unearthed35 from various pockets, and after a sponging process, he came forth glowing and immaculate.
They had also learned something regarding the day’s program. Four rowing crews were entered for a contest,—Plattsburgh, Port Henry, and a crew of boys from the Welden School who were summering at Port Henry. The Welden School was somewhere over in Vermont, or Massachusetts, she thought. Then there was also another crew “from down lake somewheres,” but she guessed the Welden boys would have things their own way. She didn’t care much who won “s’long’s nobody got drowned.”
The boys thanked her again and started for the seat of war. They found both shores lined with people as far down as they could see. Harry had hoped to get a glimpse of the racing36 craft and size up the contesting crews, but the dense37 throng38 surrounding the boat-house and float made this impossible.
“Come on,” said he, “there’s nothing doing here. Let’s get down to the finish. I don’t believe they’ll pull more than a mile.”
They started down the road which skirted the shore, working their way through a labyrinth39 of buckboards and three-seated stages and throngs40 of spectators. Overhead, the sky was cloudless, and the sun poured hotly down upon an army of parasols. Out in the lake it touched the still water with gold, and here a little motor-dory, flying the boat-club’s colors, chugged about, warning encroaching canoes off the course. It seemed to be a thankless task, for as fast as one was driven back another darted41 forward, until the busy, important little boat reminded one of the old woman who lived in a shoe. Down at the finish, the throng expanded into a seething42 mass. So close together were canoes and dories that they seemed to form a solid float. On the shore, carriages and autos were drawn43 up. The whole countryside had turned out in holiday attire.
Through this dense mass the boys managed, by a series of maneuvers44, to reach the shore, and soon stood at a point where they had an open view up the river. The little official boat came chugging down past them, and boldly essayed the task of ordering a handsome steam yacht to get beyond the finish line.
“We’re not on the course,” shouted its captain.
“Yes, you are, sir,” answered the official bouncer; “you’ll have to get downstream.”
The boys listened to this dispute, which was within a few feet of them, with a good deal of curiosity, for there is nothing so interesting as an altercation45 in a public place, when suddenly there was a frantic46 waving from the deck of the yacht.
“Why, there’s Miss Crosby!” exclaimed Gordon.
They waved their caps to her, and she suddenly disappeared. Evidently, she had issued her orders, for the yacht, in utter defiance47 of rules and regulations, was brought alongside a neighboring pier48, and the crowd, no doubt much impressed with its gorgeous appearance, for it was a glittering combination of white and brass49, opened to let the two boys pass down and go aboard.
“The idea!” said Miss Crosby, as she greeted them. “I never knew such downright tyranny! That’s the only thing to call it! They seem to think they own the lake!”
“I’m afraid it looks as if we thought that,” said a genial50 voice, and the boys turned in surprise to see Mr. Danforth coming toward them with outstretched hand. “But we couldn’t pass right by you. Miss Crosby said—”
“Oh, I never said anything of the kind!”
“He probably just deduced it,” laughed Harry, “whatever it was.”
Mr. Danforth chuckled51; he had evidently heard about their “deducing.” “Well,” said he, cheerily, “who’s going to win the race?”
“We don’t even know the program,” said Harry. “We just dropped into town.”
“Still hunting?” laughed Mr. Danforth.
“Still hunting,” said Harry.
“Well, well, you must take an afternoon off and explain the events to us; we’ve been hearing more about you from this young lady.” The young lady gave him a very severe scowl52, but it did not deter53 him in the least. “She’s been very much interested in your trip, and we’ve been comparing notes about you. Now, here we are, met again, all hands around St. Paul’s, as you might say. By Jove, I’m sorry Pen isn’t here! Come aft and let me introduce you to our little party.”
The yacht had now steamed out of forbidden territory. Mr. Danforth led the boys to an awning-covered stretch of deck, strewn with oriental rugs and comfortable wicker chairs. The party consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Danforth and their daughters, Miss Antoinette and her mother, and a couple of gentlemen from the city.
“Well, now,” said their host, “I don’t believe I’ll have the courage to tell Pen we saw you. You’ll have to go home with us—that’s the only way.”
“Mr. Danforth was just saying,” his wife continued, “that he wouldn’t dare tell Pen there was an aeroplane flight; but, I declare, I believe he’ll be even more disappointed at not seeing you.”
“Well, probably there won’t be any flight,” said one of the gentlemen; “there usually isn’t.”
“That’s so,” said Mr. Danforth; “the weather clerk finds it pretty hard to suit an aviator. Now there isn’t a breath stirring to-day, and the sailing race is off on account of the calm; but you just wait and see if this fellow doesn’t come out with the statement that there’s too much wind.”
“Well,” said the other gentleman, “as I understand it, an aviator sometimes means the air above—some distance up. They say the air is always in more rapid circulation up a ways. And then, there are what they call pockets of air—sometimes it’s full of those things up above when it’s calm down here.”
“Something like Gordon’s pockets, here, I suppose,” interpolated Harry; “full of all sorts of junk—gusts of wind, odds54 and ends of squalls, and things like that. I suppose those things would play the mischief55 with an aeroplane. I don’t know much about the subject myself.”
“He does, too,” said Gordon.
“Kind of atmospheric56 spasms,” said Mr. Danforth.
“Something like that,” answered his friend. “There’s a kind of little fan they shoot up in the air which will often give them an idea how things are up there—they’ve got to be careful.”
“No life-saving stations up there,” laughed Mr. Danforth. “Well, I just wish you could see Pen’s new model, Harry. The motor actually does go for nearly a minute. It’s the most ingenious thing I ever saw. By Jove, if the little fellow doesn’t win that contest, I believe it’ll kill him! He’s just counting the days till we get to Oakwood.”
The conversation was interrupted by the muffled57 sound of cheering along the shore. The yacht was brought around so that the deck aft commanded a vista58 of smooth water, reflecting in long perspective its bordering rows of waiting spectators, and the party had an unobstructed view up the course. Far up the shore, flags and caps were waving, showing that the first heat had begun.
The judge’s launch chugged around under the yacht’s stern and out into midstream. The patrol boat, with a great deal of racket, made a final cruise driving back unruly canoes and punts. Neighboring boats which gloried in the possession of whistles, began tooting them. There was a general bustle59 of suspense60 and expectation. The cheering up the course rolled nearer like a wave. A gay little dory, containing a dozen fellows in pale blue sweaters, who were shouting a club or school yell, shot across the course, in laughing defiance of the judge, and took an advantageous61 position.
“Hurrah for Welden!” shouted some one.
“Those boys are going to win in a walk,” called a voice under the yacht’s rail. “They’re college trained.”
Far up the course, two slender craft shot into view. Harry took the glass from Mr. Danforth and saw that one of them was leading by more than a length. As they neared, the space between them steadily62 increased. He handed the glass to Miss Crosby. “The crew on the left are rowing ragged,” he told her.
“They may catch up,” she said excitedly. “Just see how they splash!”
“’Fraid not,” Harry answered. “It’s all over. It was won before it began.”
It was certainly won long before it was finished. Amid excited cheering and frantic waving of flags, a single boat glided63 past the finish line. The other crew had gone to pieces up the course.
“Who are those that won?” Mr. Danforth called over the rail to one of the boats that were clustered thick under the yacht’s stern.
“The college boys,” some one answered. “Plattsburgh crew stopped to fish.”
“I don’t believe they did,” said the girl, incredulously.
“No, I don’t either; there isn’t any good fishing up there,” said Harry, soberly.
“Who ought I to cheer for?” she asked, surveying the party.
“Well, I guess those college boys are right in your line,” Harry said. “They’re certainly first-class oarsmen. I believe they come from somewhere over in Massachusetts, don’t they? What’s that their friends are waving?”
Amid much laughter, the blue-sweater crowd had hoisted65 a great banner above their little craft, on which was printed in charcoal66:
These are our regulations,—
There’s just one fate for the scout,
And the hayseeds, too,
And when we’re through
They’ll look like all get-out!
There were loud congratulations from the occupants of this launch to the victorious67 crew, whom they boisterously68 pulled into their craft. The two heroes, who, it was plain to see, were crack rowers, joined them in a most complicated and idiotic69 conglomeration70 of rah, rah, rahs, cisses, booms, and the usual vocabulary of victorious athletes.
But the program had taken on a new interest for Harry and Gordon, and they awaited the next heat with some suspense. To be sure, it was likely enough that a town the size of Plattsburgh would have a troop of scouts, or, for that matter, there might be a troop even in such a little village as Port Henry. But the Oakwood boys had never given this a thought, until now it appeared that a crew of scouts was to row in the second trial.
“That’s a pretty good one on you boys,” laughed Mr. Danforth, referring to the placard. “What scouts do they mean, anyway?”
“You’ve got me,” said Harry. “I don’t know; there must be a troop, or at least, a patrol, organized somewhere round here. They’ll never outrow that blue-sweater crowd, I can tell you that.”
By a series of inquiries among the jubilant throng below, the party succeeded in learning that the next heat was to be between the Port Henry boys and some boy scouts from somewhere.
The moments seemed long before the excitement along the shore told that the second pair of contestants72 were coming down the course. Soon they shot into view, gliding73 abreast74, as it seemed, with the little power-boat of the referee75 close in their wake. Harry studied the crews with his glasses, as the rise and fall of the oars64 became discernible.
“They’re walking along, all right,” he said, handing Gordon the glass. “Can you make out their flags?”
They had left the three-quarters flag behind them, and the moving backs of the rowers and the long sweep of the oars were plainly visible. The rowing seemed mechanical—perfect. Each shell held its way wonderfully between strokes. Neither bow swerved76, but they came down through the cheering, frantic crowds like two arrows. The flags, fluttering behind, afforded no hint to those at the finish line, but as the shells neared, loud shouts went up for Port Henry, and many flags were waved.
A clumsy-looking motor-boat shot out from the shore, and followed in the wake of the referee’s boat, as close as it dared. It held several people, notably77 a man in white. The party on the yacht watched breathlessly as the oars rose dripping from the water, paused a fraction of a second in air, then plunged78 silently, uniformly, into the sun-flecked lake.
Far forward, far backward, leaned each crew with mathematical precision, as the shells, side by side, sped on. Then one crept forward.
They were close on the finish line now, one nearly half a length ahead. Cheers for Port Henry filled the air. “Come on! Row!” some one shouted.
“You’re walking away from them!”
The second boat’s prow80 was even with the forward rower of the rival shell. Then it lagged even with the second oarsman. Then it fell astern, amid a pandemonium81 of waving and yelling.
“It’s all over,” some one called.
Then a voice from the motor-boat following called, “Lengthen out!”
The cry seemed to give new courage to the pair in the second shell. Their prow again rode level with the second member of the rival crew. Again they bent forward, their oars seemed for a second glued to the boat’s side, and as they rose again she shot forward. Again, and still again, the lithe82 forms bent, forward, back, and with each rise of the straining figures the craft leaped forward.
Now the two shells were even, their crews rowing like demons83. Then again amid the shouting from both shores, the voice from the motor-boat cried, “Lengthen out!” and the shell which had regained84 its position darted forward again, past the other boat, and amid a bedlam85 of yells, the screech86 of whistles, and the frantic waving of a thousand handkerchiefs and flags, glided past the finish line, a half-length ahead of its rival.
In the moment of triumph, one of the victorious rowers was seen to sway, then sink forward. Harry could see it plainly—it was within a few yards of the yacht. The referee’s launch chugged up; some one called to the white figure in the old motor-boat, which was also drawing near. Others paddled up with congratulations and inquiries.
“No need for that, sir,” said the white figure in the approaching motor-boat. “I’m a doctor myself—just help me get him aboard here.”
Harry clutched the rail, speechless. He knew that voice, he knew that manner, he knew the glitter of the gold spectacles; yes, and he should have recognized before the spotless suit of white duck.
It was Red Deer.
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