Part 38 (1/2)
The lanterns had been lit, and both Baxter and Flapp stationed themselves at the front of the houseboat, in an endeavor to pierce the mist. Occasionally they made out some distant light, but could not tell where it belonged.
”We ought to be getting to somewhere pretty soon,” remarked Lew Flapp, after a couple of hours had pa.s.sed. ”Don't you think we had better turn her in toward sh.o.r.e?'”
”Not yet, Flapp; we ought to place as much distance as possible between the boat and Skemport. Remember, those Rovers will be after us hot-footed when once they learn the truth of the situation.”
”Do you know anything about the river around here?”
”A little, but not much. Do you know anything?”
”No,--I never cared for geography,” answered Flapp. ”It's getting as black as pitch, and the rain--Hullo, there's another light!”
Flapp pointed to the Kentucky side of the river. Through the mist appeared a dim light, followed by another.
”Wonder if that is the sh.o.r.e or a boat?” mused Baxter.
”Better yell and see.”
”Boat, ahoy!”
No answer came back, and for the moment the lights appeared to fade from sight.
”Must have been on sh.o.r.e and we are pa.s.sing them, Baxter.”
”More than likely, and yet--There they are again!”
Dan Baxter was right; the lights had reappeared and now they seemed to approach the houseboat with alarming rapidity.
”They'll run into us if they are not careful,” said Flapp, in fresh alarm. ”Boat, ahoy!” he screamed. ”Keep off!”
”Keep off! Keep off, there!” put in Dan Baxter.
If those in the other craft heard, they paid no attention. The light came closer and closer and of a sudden a fair-sized gasolene launch came into view. She was headed directly for the _Dora_, and a moment later hit the houseboat a telling blow in the side, causing her to careen several feet.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE HORSE THIEVES
For the moment it looked as if the houseboat might be sent to the bottom of the Ohio River, and from the stateroom in which the two girls were confined came a loud cry of fright. Dan Baxter and Lew Flapp were also scared, and rushed toward the gasolene launch, not knowing what to do.
”Keep off!”
”Don't sink us!”
Loud cries also came from the launch, and those on the deck of the _Dora_ could see several men, wearing raincoats, moving about. The bow of the launch was badly splintered, but otherwise the craft remained undamaged.
”What do you mean by running into us in this fas.h.i.+on?” cried Baxter, seeing that the _Dora_ was in no danger of going down.
”Running into you?” came in a rough voice from the launch. ”You ran into us!