“With whom, Andy?”
“Me, of course. I’ll beat you there—loser to stand treat for the ice cream sodas1. It’s a hot day.”
“Yes, almost too warm to do any speeding,” and Frank Racer, a lad of fifteen, with a quiet look of determination on his face, rested on the oars4 of his skiff, and glanced across the slowly-heaving salt waves toward his brother Andy, a year younger.
“Oh, come on!” called Andy, with a laugh rippling5 over his tanned face. “You’re afraid I’ll beat you.”
“I am, eh?” and there was a grim tightening6 of the older lad’s lips. “Well, if you put it that way, here goes! Are you ready?”
“Just a minute,” pleaded Andy, and he moved over slightly on his seat in order better to trim the boat. He took a tighter grip on the oars, and nodded toward his brother, still with that tantalizing7 smile on his face.
“Let her go!” he called a moment later, adding: “I can taste that chocolate soda2 now, Frank! Yum-yum!”
“Better save your breath for rowing,” counseled Frank good-naturedly, as he bent8 to the ashen9 blades with a will.
The two boats—for each of the Racer lads had his own craft—were on a line, and were headed for a long dock that ran out into the quiet inlet of the Atlantic which washed the shores of the little settlement known as Harbor View, a fishing village about thirty miles from New York.
“Wow! Here’s where I put it all over you by about six lengths!” boasted Andy Racer, paying no attention to his brother’s well-meant advice, and then the two lads got into the swing of the oars, and the skiffs fairly leaped over the waves that rolled in long swells10.
Both boys having spent nearly all their summer vacations at the coast resort, which was something of a residence, place for summer colonists12, as well as a fishing centre, were expert oarsmen, sturdy and capable of long exertion13. They were nearly matched in strength, too, in spite of the difference in their ages. They had taken a long, leisurely14 row that summer morning and were on their way back when Andy proposed the race.
“Row! Row! Why don’t you put some speed in your strokes, Frank?” called the younger brother.
“That’s all right—you won’t want to do any speeding by the time you get to the dock,” and Frank glanced over his shoulder to where the public dock stretched out into the bay like some long water-snake. “It’s nearly two miles there, and the swell11 is getting heavier.”
Frank spoke15 quickly, and then relapsed into silence. It was characteristic of him to do whatever he did with all his might, while his more fun-loving brother sometimes started things and then left off, saying it was “too much trouble.”
For a time Andy’s skiff was in the lead, and then, as he found the exertion too much, he eased up in his strokes, and lessened16 the number of them.
“I thought you were going it a bit too heavy,” remarked Frank, with a smile.
“Oh, you get out!” laughed Andy. “I’ll beat you yet. But I like your company, that’s why I let you catch up to me.”
“Oh, yes!” answered Frank, half sarcastically17. “But why don’t you stop talking? You can’t talk and row, I’ve told you that lots of times. That’s the reason you lost that race with Bob Trent last week—you got all out of breath making fun of him.”
“I was only trying to get him rattled,” protested Andy.
“Well, he got the race just by sticking to it. But go on. I don’t care. I’m going to win, but I don’t want to take an unfair advantage of you.”
“Oh, lobsters18! I’m not asking for a handicap. You never can beat me in a thousand years.” And, with a jolly laugh Andy began to sing:
“The stormy winds do blow—do blow,
And I a winning race will row—yo ho!
You’ll come in last,
Your time is past.
Out on the briny19 deep, deep, deep!
Out on the briny deep!”
“All right, have your way about it,” assented20 Frank good-naturedly. “I can stand it if you can,” and with that he increased his strokes by several a minute, until his skiff had shot ahead of his brother’s, and was dancing over the waves that, now and then, brilliantly reflected the sun as it came from behind the fast-gathering clouds.
“Oh, so you are really going to race?” called Andy, somewhat surprised by the sudden advantage secured by his brother. “Well, two can play at that game,” and he, also, hit up the pace until in front of both boats there was a little smother21 of foam22, while the green, salty water swirled23 and sparkled around the blades of the broad ashen oars, for the boys did not use the spoon style.
For perhaps two minutes both rowed on in silence, and it was so quiet, not a breath of wind stirring, that each one could hear the labored24 breathing of the other. The pace was beginning to tell, for, though Frank was not over-anxious to make record time to the dock, he was not going to let his brother beat him, if he could prevent it.
“I shouldn’t wonder but what there’d be a storm,” spoke Andy again, after a pause. He couldn’t keep quiet for very long at a time.
“Um,” was all the reply Frank made.
“What’s the matter; lost your tongue overboard?” questioned Andy with a chuckle25.
Frank did not reply.
“I’m going to pass you,” called the younger brother a moment later when, by extreme exertion, he had regained26 the place he had held, with the bow of his craft in line with Frank’s. Then Andy fairly outdid himself, for, though Frank was rowing hard, his brother suddenly shot ahead.
“It’s about time you did some rowing,” was Frank’s quiet remark, and then he showed that he still had some power in reserve, for he caught up to his brother, and held his place there with seeming ease, though Andy did not let up in the furious pace he had set.
“Oh, what’s the use of killing27 yourself?” at length the younger lad fairly panted. “It’s—it’s farther than I thought.”
He began losing distance, but Frank, too, had no liking28 for the fast clip, so he, likewise, rowed slower until the two boats were on even terms, bobbing over the long ground swell that seemed to be getting heavier rapidly.
From time to time one brother or the other glanced over his shoulder, not so much to set his course, for they could do that over the stern, having previously29 taken their range, but in order to note the aspect of the fast-gathering clouds which were behind them.
The wind, which had died out shortly after they had started on their row that morning, now sprang up in fitful gusts30, with a rather uncanny, moaning sound, as if it was testing its strength before venturing to develop into a howling storm.
“Don’t you think it’s going to kick up a rumpus?” asked Andy, tired of keeping quiet.
“Um,” spoke Frank again, for his breath was needed to keep up his speed in the swells.
“There you go again—old silent-face!” and Andy laughed to take the sting out of his words. “Your tongue will get so tired being still so long that it won’t know how to wiggle when you want it.”
Frank smiled, and glanced over his shoulder again. He noted31 that the dock, which was their goal, was now a little more than half a mile distant. He could see several fishing boats and other craft making for the more sheltered part of the harbor. Frank was calculating the space yet to be covered, to decide when he should begin the final spurt32, for, though the race was only a friendly one, such as he and his brother often indulged in, yet he wanted to win it none the less. He decided33 that it would not do to hit up the pace to the limit just yet.
“It’s a heap sight longer than I thought it was,” came from Andy, after a bit. “What say we call it off?”
“Not on your life” exclaimed Frank vigorously. “I’m going to finish whether you do or not—but you have to buy the sodas if I do.”
“I will not. I’ll finish, too, and I’ll beat you.”
Once more came a period of silent rowing. Then, whether it was because he pulled more strongly on one oar3 than on the other, or because of the drift of the current, and the effect of the wind, the younger lad suddenly found himself close to the boat of his brother.
At that moment Frank had once more turned to look at the dock, and Andy could not resist the chance to play a little trick on him. Skillfully judging the distance, he suddenly swept back his left oar, so that the flat blade caught the crest34 of a long roller and a salty spray flew in a shower over Frank.
“What’s that—rain?” Frank cried, turning quickly.
He saw the laughing face of his brother, and guessed what had happened.
“I thought this was a rowing race, not a splashing contest!” he cried good-naturedly.
“It’s both,” was the answer. Then, though Frank kept on vigorously swinging the oars, Andy paused, rested on the ashen blades, and, holding the handles of both under his left palm for a moment, he pointed35 out to sea with his right hand, and cried:
“Look! What’s that out there, Frank?”
“Oh, ho! No you don’t! You don’t catch me that way—pretending to show me a sea serpent!” objected the older lad.
“No, really, there’s something there—something big and humpy—it’s moving, too! Don’t you see it? Look, right in line with the Eastern Spit Lighthouse! See!”
Andy stood up in his boat, skillfully balancing himself against the rolling swell, and pointed out to sea. His manner was so earnest that, in spite of the many times he had joked with his brother, Frank ceased rowing and peered to where the extended finger of the younger lad indicated something unusual.
“Smoked star fish! You’re right!” agreed Frank, forgetting all about the race now, and standing36 up in his craft, in order to get a better view.
“What is it?” cried Andy. “A floating wreck37?”
“That’s no wreck,” declared Frank.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s a whale, if I’m any judge. A whale, and a big one, too!”
“Dead?”
“I guess so. No—by Jupiter! It’s alive Andy, and it’s coming this way!”
“Cracky! If we only had a harpoon38 or a bomb gun now, that would be the end of Mr. Whale. Let’s row out and meet him!”
“Say, are you crazy?” demanded Frank, with some heat.
“Crazy? No; why?”
“Wanting to tackle a whale in these boats! We’d be swamped in a minute! We’d better pull out to one side. Most likely the whale will keep on a straight course, though he’ll be stranded39 if he goes much farther in. The tide’s out, and it’s shallow here. Pull to one side, Andy—the race is off. Pull out, I tell you!” and Frank swung his skiff around with sudden energy.
“I am not! I’m going to get a nearer view of the whale!” cried Andy. “Maybe he’s hurt, or perhaps there’s a harpoon with a line fast to it in him. We might get hold of it and—”
“Yes, and go to kingdom come. Nixy! Get out of the way while you’ve got time. Jinks! He’s coming on faster than ever!”
Frank’s manner so impressed his brother that the younger lad now began to swing his craft around. They could both see the whale plainly now, even while sitting down, for the great sea animal was nearer.
Then, whether it was some sudden whim40, or because he saw the boats and took them for natural enemies, there was a sudden swirling41 of water and the whale increased his speed, heading straight for the two skiffs that were now almost touching42 side by side.
“He’s coming!” yelled Andy.
“I told you he was!” cried Frank. “Row! Row! Get out of the way!”
This was more easily said than done. In vain did the lads pull frantically43 on their oars. The whale was now coming on with the speed of an express train. He was headed right for the two boats!
“Pull out! Pull out!” shouted Andy. “He may go between us then!”
It was good advice, and Frank, who was a little the better rower, started to follow it.
But it was too late. On came the monster of the deep, his great head throwing up a huge wave in front of him. Andy was rowing as hard as was his brother until he suddenly jumped his left oar out of the oarlock. In another moment it had gone overboard.
This seemed to attract the attention of the whale to the skiff of the younger lad. The monster might have thought that the occupant of the boat was trying to hurl44 a harpoon.
Suddenly changing his course, the leviathan, which had been headed for Frank’s craft, now turned toward Andy’s.
“Look out!” frantically shouted the older lad.
“I can’t! He’s got me!” screamed Andy.
The next instant there was a splintering, crashing and rending45 of wood. A shower of spray flew high in the air. Frank’s boat rocked on the heavy swell caused by the flukes of the whale, as they went deep into the water after delivering a glancing blow upon the unfortunate Andy’s skiff.
Frank had a momentary46 glance of his brother’s boat, with one side smashed down to the water’s edge. He saw the green sea pouring in, and he saw Andy standing up, ready to leap overboard. He saw the maddened monster sheering off out to sea again, and then Frank cried:
“I’m coming, Andy! I’m coming! I’ll save you! Hold on to your boat! Don’t jump!”
The whale disappeared in a smother of foam, as Frank, with desperate energy, bent to his oars and swung his boat in the direction of the sinking one containing his brother.
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oar
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rippling
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tightening
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tantalizing
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bent
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ashen
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swells
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swell
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colonists
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exertion
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leisurely
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spoke
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lessened
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sarcastically
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lobsters
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briny
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assented
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smother
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foam
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swirled
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labored
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chuckle
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killing
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liking
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previously
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gusts
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spurt
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decided
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crest
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pointed
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harpoon
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swirling
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touching
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frantically
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hurl
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rending
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