Thunder! exclaimed Bob at last. The chap who laid out this town must have been crazy! Ill bet you anything, fellows, this is the same lane we were on five minutes ago. Look here, Nelson, are you plumb certain youre not lost?
Yes, answered the other.
Well, Im not, growled Dan. Im lost as anything. I dont know whether Im coming or going. Id just like to
But at that moment a dray horse tried to walk up his back, and Dans remarks were cut short. When he had reached the other side of the street in safety he half turned his head and addressed himself to Tommy.
Did you see that blamed horse? he asked indignantly. He deliberately tried to walk through me. Guess he mistook me for one of those short cuts that Nelson is always talking about. Ive a good mind to go back and have him arrested.
As there was no reply, Dan turned and looked back. Then:
Whoa! Back up! he shouted. Weve lost Tommy!
Consternation reigned.
When did you see him last? asked Nelson anxiously.
About five minutes ago, I guess, said Dan. It was when we were coming through that three-inch boulevard back there. Poor Tommy! he said sorrowfully. Well never see him again.
I guess wed better go back and look for him, said Nelson.
Have you any idea you know how we came? asked Dan incredulously.
If we dont find him, hell make his way home, I guess, said Bob.
Ill bet I can tell you whats happened to him, said Dan.
What?
Hes got stuck fast in one of these narrow streets, of course. I only hope they wont have to tear down a building or two to get him loose.
Oh, theyll probably let him stay there until he is starved thin, laughed Nelson.
Thats so. And build a flight of steps over him. Bet you a dollar, though, that when they do pry him loose, theyll arrest him for stopping the traffic!
Well, come on, said Nelson. Well see if we can find him.
So they turned and retraced their steps, although Dan affirmed positively that they had never come that way.
The sensible thing to have done, he grumbled, was to have stayed just where we were and waited for the streets to come around to us. Then, when one went by with Tommy on the sidewalk, we could have just reached out and plucked him off.
But no one heard him save a newsboy, who thought he was asking for an afternoon paper.
After five minutes on the back trail, they concluded to give it up, agreeing that Tom had probably wandered into one of the side streets, and that he would undoubtedly find some one to direct him to Nelsons house. So they started again for the yacht-supply store, Dan pretending to be terribly worried.
Whos going to break the news to his parents? he asked lugubriously. But by the time they were in sight of their destination he had acquired a more cheerful frame of mind. Of course, he confided to Nelson the sidewalk here was wide enough to allow them to walk two abreast of course, Im sorry to lose Tommy, but its well to look on the bright side of things. You see, Bob will have to be cook now, and you know hes a heap better cook than Tommy ever was or ever would have been. Oh, yes, every cloud has a silver lining! In the store he insisted on buying a dory compass for his own use. You see, Bob, I might get lost myself on the way back, he explained. Bob, however, convinced him that what he wanted was a chart.
Their purchases here were not many but bulky, and so they decided to call a hack. When it came, they climbed into it and surrounded themselves with bundles of rope, fenders, lubricating oil in gallon cans, and assorted tools and hardware. It was getting toward five oclock by this time, and they decided to go to the boat yard, put the things on board, and leave the arranging of them until the morning. They dismissed the carriage at the entrance to the wharf and took up their burdens again. Dan, hurried along by the impatient Barry, was the first to reach the edge of the wharf, and
Well, Ill be blowed! he cried.
Bob and Nelson hurried to his side. There, lolling comfortably in the cockpit seat of the Vagabond and eating caramels, was Tom!
Youre a nice one! said Nelson indignantly. We thought you were lost!
So I was, answered Tom calmly. Quite lost. So I hired a hansom and came here.
Well, youve got a great head, Tommy, said Dan admiringly. Give you my word, Id never have thought to do that! Id have just roamed about and roamed about until overcome by weariness and hunger. What you eating, you pig?
Caramels. I stopped to buy them at a store, and when I came out, you fellows were gone and some one had turned the streets around.
And there we were searching for you for hours, worried half crazy, said Dan. Stand up there and catch these bundles, you loafer!
They went home in the elevated and finished Toms caramels on the way. After dinner they got their baggage ready to send to the launch in the morning, studied the charts for the twentieth time, and listened to final directions and cautions from Mr. Tilford.
Nelsons father was a tall and rather severe-looking man of about fifty, and at first the three visitors had been very much in awe of him. But they had speedily discovered that his severity was, to use Dans expression, only shin deep, and that in reality he was a very jolly sort in a quiet way. And as they entertained an immense respect for him, they listened very attentively to what he had to say that evening in the library.
Now theres just one way in which you boys are going to be able to keep out of trouble, said Mr. Tilford, and thats by using sound common sense. The Vagabond isnt an ocean liner, and you mustnt think you can take deep-sea voyages in her. I want you to be in port every evening before dark. I dont care how early you set out in the morning, but I want you to find your mooring or your anchorage by supper-time. If you take my advice, youll have at least one square meal every day on shore. You cant do much cooking on the launch, even if you know how, and to keep well and happy youve got to be well fed on good food.
I naturally feel a bit anxious about this trip, boys. Youve all received permission from your parents to take it, but its my boat and I dont want anything to happen to you while youre on it. Youre all of you getting old enough to look after yourselves pretty well, but I dont know whether you can all do it. My first idea, he went on, turning to Bob, was to send a man along with you. But Nelson didnt like that, and I realized that it would just about cut your fun in half. So I let him back me down on that proposition. Now its up to you to prove that I havent made a mistake. Nelson knows that engine about as well as I do, and I dont think therell be any trouble to speak of there. Dont be sparing of oil, Nelson; half the gas-engine troubles originate with the lubrication. Oils cheap and repairs are dear; remember that. And dont be afraid to throw your anchor out. Its better to ride out a blow in a stanch boat like the Vagabond than to try to make some port that you dont know anything about.
I want to get word from you at least every other day, too; oftener, if you can make it. Just a line will do, so that your mother and I wont worry. Watch your barometer and the weather flags, and when in doubt hug the harbor. Now, how are you off for money?
Whereupon the session resolved into a meeting of the Committee on Ways and Means.
I want to get word from you at least every other day, too; oftener, if you can make it. Just a line will do, so that your mother and I wont worry. Watch your barometer and the weather flags, and when in doubt hug the harbor. Now, how are you off for money?
Whereupon the session resolved into a meeting of the Committee on Ways and Means.
The next morning the luggage was dispatched to the wharf, and, after a hurried breakfast had been eaten and they had bade good-by to Nelsons mother, the four followed. The provisions were there before them, and for an hour they were busy stowing things away. It was wonderful what a lot of supplies and clothing and personal belongings it was possible to pile away in that little cabin. The cushions, mattresses, and awning were brought aboard, and the cockpit was supplied with two of the wicker chairs belonging there. The side lights and riding light were filled, trimmed, and put in place, the searchlight tank recharged, and the ice box filled. Everybody was intensely busy and excited, and Barry was all over the boat and under everyones feet. Mr. Tilford hurried over from his office at ten oclock, looked things over anxiously and hurried off again to attend a meeting at eleven, shaking hands all around and wishing them good luck. Then the launch was hauled around to the head of the wharf to have her gasoline and water tanks filled.
By that time Nelson had invaded the flag locker, and the Vagabond was in holiday trim fore and aft. From the bow fluttered the pennant of the Boston Yacht Club and, beneath it, the owners burgee, an inverted anchor in white, forming the letter T, on a divided field of red and blue. Over the stern hung the yachting ensign. Their personal effects were disposed of in the stateroom; underclothing and such apparel in the chiffonier, toilet articles in the lavatory, sweaters and oilskins on the hooks, and shoes in the berth lockers. Tom, to whom had fallen the distribution of the provisions, had completed his task, and the ice box and shelves above were full. Doubtless they had taken aboard a great deal more than they would stand in need of, but that is an error that most inexperienced mariners commit. Save for such things as eggs and butter and bread, their provisions were mostly canned or preserved. At eleven Nelson busied himself with the engine, filling his oil cans and cups, cleaning and polishing. The batteries were brand new and so was the wiring, and when he tried the spark he smiled his satisfaction.
Fat and purple, he muttered.
Who is? asked Tom resentfully as he slammed down the lid of the ice box.
The spark, Tommy, my boy, was the reply. I was not referring to you; youre not purple, are you?
No, nor fat, either. Say, whats this? I thought it was something to eat at first.
That, answered Nelson, is something youll become better acquainted with to-morrow, Tommy. That is a nice quart can of metal polish.
Huh! Id like to know what Ive got to do with it!
Oh, the cook always shines the bright-work.
Now, look here
Careful, warned Nelson, or well put you in irons for mutiny.
Guess the iron wouldnt be any worse than the brass, said Tom with a grin.
At half-past eleven all was in readiness. One of the yard hands threw off the mooring rope and Bob took the wheel. Dan and Tom stood at the engine-room door and watched Nelson as he turned on the gasoline, looked to his vaporizer valve, and closed his battery switch.
All clear? he shouted.
All clear! answered Bob.
Nelson opened the valve at the vaporizer and turned over the fly wheel. The engine hummed, and from without came the steady chug-chug, chug-chug of the exhaust. Then, with Nelson at the lever and moving at half speed, the launch pointed her nose toward the outer harbor. The cruise of the Vagabond had begun.
CHAPTER III WHEREIN DAN PRACTICES STEERING
Never was there a brighter, more perfect June day! Low down in the south a few long cloud-streamers floated, but for the rest the heavens were as clear as though the old lady in the nursery rhyme who swept the cobwebs out of the sky had just finished her task. In the east where sky and sea came together it was hard to tell at first glance where one left off and the other began. Golden sunlight glinted the dancing waves, and a fresh little breeze from the southwest held the Vagabonds pennants stiffly from the poles.
The grassy slopes of Fort Independence looked startlingly green across the water, and the sails of the yachts and ships which dotted the harbor were never whiter. But, although the sun shone strongly, it was more of a spring day than a summer one, and the four aboard the Vagabond were glad to slip on their sweaters when the point of Deer Island had been rounded and the breeze met them unobstructed. Bob set the boats nose northwest and headed for Cape Ann.
So far they had made no definite plans save for the first days cruise. They intended to make Gloucester, a matter of twenty-six miles, to-day and lie over there until morning. After that the journey was yet to arrange. There was talk of a run to the Isle of Shoals, and so on up to Portland, Bobs home; but Dan, for his part, wanted to get to New York for a day. And just now they were too taken up with the present to plan for the future.
The Vagabond was reeling off ten miles an hour, and Nelson had returned to the cockpit, greatly to the alarm of Tom, who was of the opinion that Nelson ought to stay below and keep his eye on the engine. Nelson, however, convinced him that that wasnt necessary. Bob still held the wheel, and was having a fine time.
Its more fun than a circus, he declared. It works so dead easy, you know! How long will it take us to make Gloucester, Nelson?
Oh, call it three hours at the outside, if nothing happens.
If nothing happens! exclaimed Tom uneasily. What could happen? He looked doubtfully at the open water toward which they were speeding.
Lots of things, answered Nelson, with a wink at Dan. The engine might break down, or we might run on a rock or a sand bar, or you might get too near the edge of the boat and tip it over, or
Thought you said we were going to keep near the shore, Tom objected.
Were only a mile out now.
Yes, bu-bu-bu-but were going farther every mi-mi-minute!
Tommys getting scared, said Dan. You didnt mind that little jaunt in Peconic Bay last summer.
Well, that was a pu-pond and this is the ocean, was the answer.
It looked mighty little like a pond at one time, said Bob. Besides, you could have drowned just as easy there as you can here, Tommy.
Anyhow, added Dan soothingly, you couldnt drown if you tried. Youre so fat you cant sink.
I can su-su-swim under water as well as you cu-cu-cu-can!
Whats the town over there, Nelson? Bob interrupted.
Winthrop; and thats Nahant ahead. You might head her in a bit more until Tommy gets his sea legs.
Bob turned the wheel a mite and the launchs bow swung further inshore.
What time is it? asked Dan.
Just twelve, answered Nelson, glancing at the clock.
Well, what time do we feed?
About one, I suppose, answered Nelson. Whos hungry?
Dan groaned. I, for one. I could eat nails.
Same here, said Bob. Tommy, you get busy, like a good little cookie, and fry a few thousand eggs.