Part 3 (1/2)

”Nonsense!” Jerry brushed them to one side. ”Come on!” and he made a run for the row-boat, and the others were compelled to follow.

”But your clothing is all wet,” insisted Harry, when they were seated in the craft.

”So is Blumpo's,” returned Jerry.

”I'se most dry, the sun is that warm,” remarked the homeless youth.

”I don't mind the wetting a bit,” said Jerry. ”Rowing will keep me warm and the sun will dry me off quick enough.”

”You're a regular water dog, anyway,” laughed Harry. He could not help but admire Jerry's modesty in running away from Mrs. Fleming as soon as it was ascertained that little Cora was all right. On and on up the lake the boys went. Inside of half an hour they came to a sheltered nook on one of the numerous islands.

”I move we take a swim,” said Harry.

”Second de emotion,” said Blumpo, and before Jerry could say a word the homeless youth was running about as if in the savage wilds.

It did not take Jerry and Harry long to disrobe. The plunge into the water was very pleasant, and they remained in bathing until Jerry's clothing, spread out on the top of a number of bushes, was thoroughly dry.

In the meanwhile Jerry and Harry raced to another island and back. Jerry came out first, with Harry four yards behind.

The swim over, they dressed, and, after picking several handfuls of berries, which grew on the island in profusion, they once more embarked in the row-boat.

”Time to get back, boys,” said Jerry. ”I promised to be home before dark.”

”So did I,” said Harry, ”and we have several miles to go.”

”It don't make no difference to me when I git back,” remarked Blumpo, dolefully.

”Don't worry, Blumpo. Think of the good time we are going to have when we go camping,” said Jerry.

”And I must ask father for a regular situation for you when we come back from our outing,” added Harry.

”Will you?” and the homeless boy's face brightened.

The wind had been increasing steadily, and now it blew so strongly that the whitecaps were to be seen in every direction.

”We're going to have no easy time getting back,” said Jerry, with an anxious look on his manly face. ”Maybe we may be caught in a hurricane.”

”It's hot enough,” returned Harry. ”Such oppressive heat generally means something.”

A mile was covered, and then the wind began to send the flying spray in every direction and filled the row-boat's bottom with water.

”Wet again!” laughed Jerry, grimly. ”Never mind.”

”Blumpo, you had better bail out the boat,” said Harry. He was as wet as the rest, but did not grumble.

While the homeless youth bailed out the water with a dipper they had brought along, Jerry and Harry pulled at the oars with all their remaining strength. Another mile was pa.s.sed. But now it was blowing a regular hurricane and no mistake.

”We'll go to the bottom, suah!” groaned Blumpo dismally.