Part 19 (1/2)
”I don't believe it.”
”Why, I'm payin' ten dollars a week for my board.”
Finally our hero went out, leaving Maurice dissatisfied and annoyed--first that his rival, as he regarded him, had obtained a place in the same establishment with himself, and next that the new-comer was to receive the same salary. He sent in an application, the next day, for increase of pay, but it was dismissed, with the curt response that when he earned more he would get it.
Meanwhile Tom bent his steps toward the Ohio river. Of course, my readers know that Cincinnati is on the north bank of the Ohio, and that just across is a town in Kentucky.
”I'd like to see Kentucky,” said Tom to himself. ”I guess I'll go across.”
Small river steamers convey pa.s.sengers across the river for a very small sum. Our hero paid the required fee and went on board.
”It's some like goin' across to Jersey,” he thought.
There was the usual variety of pa.s.sengers--men, women, and children.
Tom sat down beside a young man well dressed, but a little strange in his manners. It was evident that he had been drinking too much, and was under the influence of liquor at present. He was perfectly quiet, however, till they were in the middle of the stream, when, all at once, he climbed the railing and threw himself into the turbid waters of the river.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Tom, being an expert swimmer, jumped in after the man without hesitation.--Page 96.]
The pa.s.sengers seemed paralyzed by the suddenness of the action. Our hero was the first to recover, and, being an expert swimmer, jumped in after him without hesitation.
CHAPTER XIV.
A FAs.h.i.+ONABLE BOARDING-HOUSE.
When Tom's head emerged from the yellow and turbid waters, he caught sight of the young man, and struck out for him. Grasping him by the arm, he succeeded, with considerable difficulty, in holding him up till a small boat near by picked both up.
”Whew!” sputtered Tom, spitting out some of the water which he had involuntarily taken into his mouth.
The young man rescued looked about him stupidly.
”What made you jump into the river?” asked the boatman.
”I was drunk,” said the young man, frankly, upon whom the shock of the falling into the water had produced a favorable effect.
”It's lucky this boy was near and jumped after you, or you might have been drowned before I got to you.”
The young man turned and looked earnestly at Tom.
”So you jumped after me?” he said.
”I feel as if I did,” answered Tom. ”I'm as wet as a drowned rat.”
”You're a brave boy.”
”Thank you,” said Tom, modestly. ”But I can swim so well that it didn't take much courage.”
”I can't swim a stroke.”