Part 1 (1/2)
Two Boys of the Battles.h.i.+p.
by Frank V. Webster.
CHAPTER I-IN THE STORM
”Say, Frank, it's certainly getting pretty bad; isn't it?”
”Well, Ned, it surely isn't getting any better. I'm positive of that.
Look out! Here comes a big comber!”
There was a surge of green, foam-capped water, which looked as if it would engulf and overwhelm the dory motor boat, in which crouched two youths, one about eighteen, and the other slightly older.
”Hold her nose right into it, Frank!” cried the younger lad, who was bending over the laboring motor.
”That's what I'm doing,” was the answer of his brother, ”Whoop! Some water came aboard that time!”
The dory, built for rough work in the open sea, did not actually s.h.i.+p the wave, for her high and peculiarly built bow and stern were intended to meet just such emergencies, but there was a heavy storm brewing, and the wind whipped enough water off the top of the big wave to make three or four inches in the bottom of the craft.
”Think we can make the inlet, Frank?” inquired Ned Arden rather anxiously, as he straightened up, for now that the one big wave had been successfully coped with, there would be a short period of calm in the turmoil of the sea.
”Sure we'll make it!” a.s.serted Frank, as he s.h.i.+fted the wheel slightly to meet another comber, though not so large as the former one. ”Of course we'll make it. But I don't mind admitting that I wish we were in the bay right now. The storm broke sooner than I thought it would.”
”But we've got a good boat,” Ned remarked, as he made a slight adjustment to the oil cups, to feed a little more of the lubricant to the toiling motor, which was enclosed in a sort of box amids.h.i.+ps of the dory. Ned replaced the cover of the motor compartment and braced himself on a locker seat near his brother.
”Yes, a fine boat,” agreed Frank. ”She'll weather a worse storm than this.”
”Not worse than this is going to be,” insisted Ned, as he looked up at the gray and leaden sky above them. The strong wind was sweeping along, snipping off patches of salty spray from the tops of the waves, sending it with stinging force into the faces of the two boys. Overhead ma.s.ses of black clouds scudded across the general gray surface of the sky. As yet there had been no rain, but Frank and Ned Arden were as wet from the spray as though there were a veritable downpour.
”Well, I'd trust this tub almost anywhere,” Frank said, rising slightly to peer ahead that he might see where to steer, for the atmosphere was thickening as the storm developed more and more. ”She's proved what she can do, Ned, and we don't need to be afraid as long as she holds together and the motor keeps working.”
”That's the only trouble,” Ned replied; ”the motor. If she goes back on us and we lose headway, we'll get into the trough of the sea, and then it will be all up with us,” and he laughed grimly.
”Don't borrow trouble,” advised the elder lad. ”The motor isn't going back on us. She isn't that kind.”
”One cylinder missed a couple of times, though.”
”Yes, the gasoline isn't as good as it ought to be. I'm not going to get any more of it from Pierson. Look out, Ned! Here comes another!”
The boys crouched and turned their backs as their boat went slapping her way through another big wave. For a moment they could scarcely see because of the salty spray that filled the air, but they shook their heads to rid their faces of water, and looked eagerly, and somewhat anxiously, first into the interior of their craft to see how much water she had s.h.i.+pped, and then both peered, somewhat apprehensively, toward a long, low-lying body of land toward which they were urging their boat.
”It's a good bit off yet,” said Ned, as he pointed toward Fire Island.
”Yes, but don't worry. We'll make it,” his brother rea.s.sured him. ”Guess I'll start the bilge pump. No use having all this water slos.h.i.+ng around our feet.”
”I'll start the pump. You keep to the wheel,” answered Ned. ”I don't want to try my hand at steering just at the present time. Say, this is some storm!”
The younger lad threw into gear a small auxiliary pump attached to the motor. This pump was designed to free the boat of water, for Frank and Ned Arden often went some distance out to sea in their craft, and more than once they had s.h.i.+pped enough water to make them not only uncomfortable, but to put them in danger. So, to avoid the heavy and tiring work of baling, they had installed a small but powerful pump.
This the motor was soon operating, sending the water over the side by means of a small hose.