Part 5 (1/2)

”And we ain't goin' to have to swim for it then?” Step Hen went on.

”Not unless you feel like taking a bath,” replied Thad asked.

”But what happened to our engine?” asked Davy.

”And will we have to pole, or row, the rest of the trip?” proceeded Giraffe. ”I see our finish if that comes around so early in the cruise.

Wow! me to hike through the woods afoot, when it hits a fellow as hard as this.”

”Me too!” sighed Step Hen.

”Oh! don't get excited, boys,” remarked Thad, with a broad smile; ”no danger of anything like that happening to us just yet. I was half expecting something along these lines to happen; and now that it has, we'll fix that part for keeps. It won't come around again, I promise you that.”

”Which isn't saying something else won't,” grumbled Giraffe. ”The blame old tub is just about ready to go to pieces on us, the first chance she gets; and that's what I think.”

”Not so bad as that, Giraffe,” remonstrated Thad. ”This engine has been a great one in its day.”

”Yes, but that day was about away, back in the time of Stephenson,”

continued the tall scout, who, once he began to complain, could only be shut off with the greatest difficulty.

Everybody seemed to laugh at that, it was so ridiculous; but as Thad was already busily engaged in examining the engine their spirits seemed to rise a little.

”Hey! ain't anybody agoin' to help me in?” piped up a small voice just then, accompanied by a splas.h.i.+ng sound.

The boys exchanged looks, and then followed nods, as though like a flash they saw the chance to play something of a Joke on the comrade who was thus appealing for aid.

”h.e.l.lo! where's the other fellow?” exclaimed Allan, as though he had counted noses, and found one missing.

”That's so, where can he be?” echoed Thad.

”Who's missing?” Thad, went on to say.

”Bob White was only here we'd have him call the toll and find out.

There used to be six kids the bunch.”

”It must be b.u.mpus!” declared Giraffe, solemnly.

”You're right!” said a spluttering voice from some unseen place.

”The poor old silly thing, he just jumped right over into the water without saying Jack Robinson!” Step Hen observed, in such a sad voice you would have thought he was having the tears streaming down his cheeks, when in truth there was a wide grin settled there.

”Oh! then he must surely be drowned,” Davy went on to add, in a voice that seemed to be choking with emotion--of some sort.

”I thought I saw the lake rising, and that accounts for it,” ventured Step Hen. ”When a fellow as big as our poor chum goes down, he displaces just an equal part of water. However will we tell his folks the sad news?”

”Ain't you nearly done all that stuff?” demanded an impatient voice, and there was a rocking motion to the boat; after which a very red face surmounted by a shock of fiery hair, now well plastered down, hove in sight. ”Hey! somebody get a move on, and give me a hand. I'm soaked through and through, and I tell you my clothes weigh nigh on three tons.”

The five boys pretended to be hardly able to believe their eyes. They threw up their hands, and stared hard at the apparition.

”Why, sure, I believe it's our long lost chum, b.u.mpus!” gasped Giraffe.