Part 19 (2/2)

”Seems to be about all that there is to do,” replied Jack; ”but it seems to me that the storm is beginning to let up even now. Look in the northwest--it's beginning to get lighter.”

”So it is,” agreed Billy. ”Let's get under that clump of trees yonder till it blows over altogether.”

”Say, fellows, if we had a fire now, it would feel pretty good,”

observed Noddy.

”Well, what's the matter with having one?” asked Jack. ”We can get some of those old s.h.i.+ngles and tarred posts. They're pretty wet, but we can start the blaze going with dried hay from the bottom of the pile.”

”Good for you. Volunteer firemen, get to work,” cried Billy.

Soon the boys were carrying the dry hay and such wood as seemed suitable for their purpose to the clump of trees. Jack took some matches from his safe and struck a lucifer after the wood had been properly piled.

It blazed up cheerily. Each lad stripped to his underclothes and their drenched garments were hung in front of the hot fire. The dripping clothes sent up clouds of steam, but it was not long before they were dry enough to put on. By the time this was done the storm had abated.

Presently the rain, which did not bother the boys under the thick clump of trees, ceased altogether. Only in the distance a dull muttering of thunder still went on. A rainbow appeared, delighting them with its brilliant colors.

”Well, that's over,” observed Jack, as he dressed. ”Now we'll go down and pump out the _Curlew_. I'll bet she's half full of water.”

His conjecture proved correct. On their return to their trim little craft they found a foot or more of water in her hull. But this was soon disposed of and, with a brisk breeze favoring them, they set out once more for Pine Island. On their return they found Captain Toby, who had spied them from a distance, awaiting them on the dock.

In his hand he held a yellow envelope. It was a telegram for Jack. The boy eagerly tore it open, and for a moment, as he scanned its contents, his face fell. But almost instantly he brightened.

”Well, what's the news?” demanded his uncle.

”Good and bad,” rejoined Jack. ”I guess our holiday is over. Billy and I are ordered to join the _Columbia_ as soon as we can.”

”Hurrah! I was beginning to long for the sea again,” declared Billy Raynor.

”I must confess I was, too,” said Jack.

”It's a great life for lads--makes men out of them,” said Captain Toby.

”I must see if I've got two bottles of the Universal Remedy for you boys to take to sea with you,” and he hurried off.

Noddy looked rather blue.

”You are lucky fellows--off for more adventures and fun,” he said, ”while I just stick around.”

”Nonsense, you've got your business in New York to attend to, and, as for adventures, I've had plenty of them for a time, haven't you, Billy?”

”A jugful,” declared Raynor. ”Enough to last me for the rest of my life-time, and, anyhow, life at sea is mostly hard work.”

”That's what makes it worth living,” said Jack. ”I'll be glad to get down to work again after our long holiday.”

”And I really believe I will, too,” said Billy; ”and on a crack liner like the _Columbia_ we may be able to make our marks.”

”I hope we will. I mean to work mighty hard, anyhow,” said the young wireless man, ”but hark, there goes the bell for supper. Hurry up, fellows, I'll race you to the house.”

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