Part 26 (2/2)
”But I am sorry we provoked them, for I had a little plan in my head.”
”What is it, Frank?”
”Way enough! Never mind it now; we are a quarter of a mile from them, and we can easily keep out of their way.”
”Frank, we are running too near the sh.o.r.e,” interposed Tony. ”The water is shoal here, you know.”
”Stern all! Give way!” exclaimed the c.o.xswain. ”I was watching the Bunkers so closely that I did not mind where we were going.”
But it was too late. The Zephyr had not lost her headway, and darted forward, burying her keel in the mud-bank at the bottom of the lake, off the mouth of a brook.
”By gracious!” exclaimed Charles Hardy; ”we are in for it now.”
”And the Bunkers are upon us,” added Frank, very much perplexed by the difficulties which suddenly surrounded them.
”What shall be done?” asked Tony.
”Let them come on,” replied Fred. ”We can't get rid of them now.”
”I don't want to fight with them,” added Frank.
The Thunderbolt was approaching them, not very rapidly, it was true; but a few minutes would involve them in a quarrel, which Frank and a large majority of the club were very anxious to avoid. Tim Bunker was standing up in the stern-sheets of his boat, watching them with malignant interest.
”Hurrah! they are aground!” cried Tim, as soon as he understood the nature of the calamity which had befallen the Zephyr. ”We have them now; they can't run away, the cowardly long faces!”
”Come aft, some of you,” said Frank, when he heard these threatening words. ”The water is deep enough under the stern. We have only run into a mud-bank.”
On the starboard side of the boat there was plenty of water, and if they could move her back a rod they could easily escape.
The boys obeyed the order of the c.o.xswain; but the Zephyr had been forced so deeply into the mud that her bow still stuck fast.
”Half a dozen of you set your oars in the mud, and pus.h.!.+” continued Frank, highly excited by the danger that menaced them.
But it was of no use, they could not start her.
”They are upon us,” said Tony.
”What shall we do?” asked Frank, sadly perplexed.
”We must fight,” said Fred.
”No; I am not willing to do that.”
”Shall we sit here and let them pound us as much as they have a mind to?” demanded Fred. ”But you are c.o.xswain, Frank; and I, for one, shall do just what you say.”
”So shall I!” said another.
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