The Rover Boys on the Great Lakes; Or, The Secret of the Island Cave, Page 3

  CHAPTER III.

  ON A LUMBER RAFT.

  "You think you saw Arnold Baxter?" demanded Tom.

  "Yes, I saw Arnold Baxter, just as plain as day."

  "Sam, you must be--"

  "No, I am not dreaming. It was Arnold Baxter, true enough. As soon ashe saw I had spotted him he drew out of sight."

  "But we thought he was dead--buried under that landslide out inColorado."

  "We didn't find his body, and he isn't dead. Why, I would never make amistake in that rascal's face, never," and Sam shook his head toemphasize his words.

  "Was Dan with him?"

  "I didn't see the son."

  "If it was really Arnold Baxter we ought to let the authorities know atonce, so that they can arrest him for getting out of prison on thatbogus pardon."

  "Yes, and we ought to let father know, too, for you may be sure Baxterwill do all he can to get square with us for keeping the Eclipse miningclaim out of his grasp."

  "He can't do anything about that claim now. Our claim is established bylaw, and he is nothing but an escaped jailbird. But I agree he may giveus lots of trouble in other directions. I presume he would like to seeus all hung for the way we got ahead of him and his tools."

  "If the steamer wasn't so far off we might hail her," continued Sam,but this was now out of the question.

  Both lads were very much disturbed, and with good reason. Arnold Baxterhad been an enemy to Mr. Rover for years, and this meant a good dealwhen the desperate character of the man was taken into consideration.He was a well-educated fellow, but cruel and unprincipled to the lastdegree, and one who would hesitate at nothing in order to accomplishhis purpose.

  "Dat's de wust yet," was Aleck Pop's comment. "I was finkin' datrascal was plumb dead, suah. And Dan, too! Suah yo' didn't see datgood-fo'-nuffin boy?"

  "No, I didn't see Dan."

  "He must have been with his father when the landslide occurred," wenton Tom. "And if one escaped more than likely the other did, too. My,how I despise that chap! and have, ever since we had our first row withhim at Putnam Hall."

  "I wonder what brought Arnold Baxter back to this section of thecountry? I shouldn't think he would dare to come back."

  "He always was daring to the last degree in some matters, just as he iscowardly in others. I would give something to know if Dan is with him."

  "We might follow up the steamer, if it wasn't for poor Dick."

  The boys talked the matter over for some time, and while doing this thesails of the _Swallow_ were again hoisted, and they turned theyacht back to the vicinity where Dick had gone overboard.

  And while Tom and Sam are looking for their elder brother, let us turnback and learn what really did become of Dick.

  He was waiting for Tom to come on deck with the lanterns when, of asudden, something black and threatening loomed up out of the darknessto the starboard of the _Swallow_.

  The mass was the better half of a monstrous lumber raft, which wasrapidly going to pieces in the storm.

  The raft, or rather what was left of it, hit the _Swallow_ aglancing blow, otherwise the sailing craft must have been stove in andsunk.

  The shock caught Dick with one hand off the wheel, and, before he couldcatch hold again, the youth found himself flung heels into the air andover the _Swallow's_ stern.

  Down and down he went into the lake waters, until he thought he wouldnever come up.

  The turn of affairs bewildered him, and he did not come fully to hissenses until his head struck one of the timbers of the raft.

  He clutched the timber as a drowning man clutches the proverbial straw,and tried to draw himself to the surface of the lake, only to discover,to his horror, that there were timbers to both sides of him, cuttingoff his further progress upward.

  "Must I be drowned like a rat in a trap!" was the agonizing thoughtwhich rushed through his brain, and then he pushed along from onetimber to another until the last was reached and he came up, almostovercome and panting heavily for breath.

  "Help! help!" he cried feebly, and presently heard his brothers answerhim. Then the lifeline was thrown, but it fell short and did him nogood. By the red fire and the rockets he saw the position of the_Swallow_, and saw his brothers, but was too weak to even signalto Sam and Tom.

  It was with an effort that he at last drew himself to the top of someof the lumber. This movement came none too soon, for a moment later oneof the outside chains of the raft broke, and fully a third of what wasleft of the lumber was scattered in all directions.

  "Hullo, Bragin! is that you?"

  The cry came from out of the darkness and from the other end of the toplumber.

  "Are you calling to me?" replied Dick, in as loud a voice as he couldmuster.

  "Is that you, Bragin?" repeated the voice.

  "I am not Bragin," answered Dick. "Where are you?"

  "Here." And the unknown repeated the cry until Dick located and joinedhim. He was a burly lumberman of forty, with a heavy black beard and anequally heavy voice. He gazed at the youth in astonishment.

  "Hullo! Where did you come from?" he demanded.

  "From the yacht this lumber raft just struck."

  "Did the shock knock ye overboard?"

  "It did."

  "Humph! I thought ye was Bragin."

  "I came pretty close to being drowned, for I came up under the lumber."

  "Well, we aint out o' the woods yet, young man. Didn't see nuthin o'Bragin, did ye?"

  "I've seen nobody but you."

  "Then he must be down to the lake bottom by this time."

  "He was on the raft with you?"

  "Yes. He and I left the tug to see to the chains when the storm cameup."

  "Where is the tug?"

  "The raft broke away from her at the fust blow. A fool of a greenhornwas a-managin' of the thing, an' this is the result. Come here--it'ssafer."

  Dick was perfectly willing to crawl closer to the burly lumberman, whowas a good fellow, as could be seen by a glance.

  "We'll be all right, if this section o' the lumber keeps together,"went on the lumberman. "There are four chains here, so it ought tohold."

  Once safe, for the time being, Dick began to wonder about the fate ofthe _Swallow_.

  "Did the yacht go down?" he asked anxiously.

  "I reckon not, young man. They burned red fire, you know. They wouldn'tdo that if there was much trouble aboard."

  "That is true." Dick was silent for a moment. "I wish I could get backto her."

  "Be thankful that ye aint at the bottom o' the lake. If we kin outridethis storm we'll be safe enough, for the tug will be lookin' for theraft when it gits light."

  Slowly the hours wore away, and in the meanwhile Dick learned that thelumberman's name was Luke Peterson and that he was from the timberlandsof Michigan.

  "I used to be in the United States service on the lakes, hunting downsmugglers between here and Canada," said Peterson. "But that was yearsago."

  "Do they do much smuggling?" asked Dick.

  "More than most folks think," was the decided answer.

  The lumberman listened to Dick's tale with interest. Of course thestory had to be short, and was frequently interrupted, as high waveswould come along and almost sweep them into the lake. Both lay flat,clutching at the lumber and at the huge chains which held it, and whichhad thus far refused to part, although the strain upon them weretremendous.

  It was about two o'clock in the morning when the storm, according toDick's calculation, reached its height. The waves literally drove overthe raft from end to end, and it was all both he and Luke Petersoncould do to keep on the timbers.

  "Hold on tight, young man, if ye value your life!" roared thelumberman. "An' if the raft parts, stick to the fust timber ye layhands on."

  Peterson had scarcely spoken when the raft went up to the top of amighty wave and then came down with a dull boom in the hollow below.The shock was terrific, and it was followed by loud reports as thechains they had been depending upon snapped,
one after another.Immediately the lumber loosened up and began to drift apart.

  "Take care a' yerself!" shouted the lumberman, and hung fast to anextra long and heavy log. Dick heard him, but could not answer for fearof getting his mouth full of water. The youth turned over and over,clutched at one log and missed it, missed a second and a third, andthen touched a fourth, and clung with a deathlike grip that nothingcould loosen.

  It was a soul-trying time, and one which poor Dick never forgot. Thestorm roared all around him, mingled with the thumping and bumping,grinding and crashing, of the sticks of timber. Once his left leg wascaught between two sticks, and for the instant he was afraid the limbwould be crushed. But then the pressure lessened and he drew the footup in a hurry. The water washed into his face and over him, and hecaught his breath with difficulty. Each instant looked as if it mightbe his last.