Four Afloat Part 6

"Yes," Nelson answered.

"Let's go, then. I'd like to see how they do it."

"All right," said Nelson, "but I've seen it once, and I'd rather go to town. You fellows go, if you want to."

Finally Dan and Tom decided to go through the fish house and Bob and Nelson to continue on to town.

"You'll have to shed your clothes and take a bath when you come out,"

Nelson warned them.

There wasn't much to see in the town, and after making a few small purchases-that of a new potato knife being one of them-they boarded a car and, after the trials and tribulations usually falling to the lot of the person so rash as to patronize the Gloucester street railway, returned to the hotel and found Dan and Tom awaiting them on the porch.

Nelson and Bob halted at a respectful distance.

"Have you had your baths yet?" they asked.

"Not yet, but soon," answered Tom.

"Then we'll stay here, if you don't mind," said Bob.

"Oh, get out! It wasn't very smelly," declared Dan.

"But you are, I'll bet!" Nelson took a few cautious steps toward them, and then turned as though in panic and raced for the landing. Bob followed, and after him came Tom and Dan and Barry. Despite the frantic efforts of the first two to cast off the tender before the others arrived, they were unsuccessful, and Dan, Tom, and the dog piled into the boat. Bob rowed with an expression of deep disgust, and Nelson ostentatiously kept his nose into the wind all the way to the launch.

"I was thinking of taking a dip myself," he said as he climbed out and took the painter, "but I don't know about going into the same ocean as you chaps."

But a few minutes later they were standing, all four of them, on the after deck of the _Vagabond_, clad in their bathing suits.

"I'll bet it'll be as cold as thunder!" said Dan with a shudder.

"Bound to," agreed Bob. "All in when I say three." The rest a.s.sented.

"One!" counted Bob.

"Go slow, please!" Nelson begged.

"Two!" They all threw their hands over their heads and poised for the dive.

"Four!"

Three bodies splashed simultaneously into the water. Bob, grinning like the Cheshire cat, seated himself on the bench in the c.o.c.kpit and awaited their reappearance. Dan's head came up first, and he shook his fist.

"You just wait till I get you in the water!" he threatened.

"He ch-ch-ch-cheated!" sputtered Tom. Tom could talk as straight as anyone until he became excited; then, to quote Dan, "it was all off." At this moment Tom was excited and indignant.

"That was one on us," called Nelson as his head came up. "To think of getting fooled by such an old trick as that! Come out of that boat, now, or we'll throw you out!"

"Try it!" taunted Bob. There was a concerted rush, but it was no easy matter to climb over the side; and, as Bob's first act was to haul the steps in, that was what they had to do. Dan was almost over when Bob caught him and sent him back into the water. Then Nelson got one knee over, only to meet with the same treatment. As for Tom-well, Tom wouldn't have got aboard without a.s.sistance in a week of Sundays. Thrice repelled, Dan and Nelson hit on strategy. They climbed into the tender, seized the oars, and shot it to the side of the launch. Nelson and Bob grappled, and in that instant Dan jumped on deck. After that the conquest was easy. With Dan on one side and Nelson on the other, and Tom screaming encouragement from the water, Bob was hustled, struggling, to the side and ignominiously pushed over.

"Three!" he yelled. Then the waters closed over him. When he came up he brushed the drops from his eyes and exclaimed:

"Pshaw! It isn't cold at all!"

"We knew that," answered Dan, "but we weren't going to tell you, you faker!"

They had a jolly time there in the water until the sun, settling down above the wooded hills in the west, warned them that it was time to think of dinner. They got out of their dripping suits in the engine room and dressed again in their sh.o.r.e togs. Afterwards they hung their bathing suits over the awning frame and pulled the tender alongside. At that moment the clock struck four bells.

"Wait!" cried Dan. "I know! It's six o'clock!"

"Right!" laughed Nelson. From the hotel came a loud booming of a gong or bell.

"What's that?" asked Tom, startled.

"Dinner bell at the hotel," said Nelson.

"Sounded like a riot call," observed Dan. Then they piled into the tender and went ash.o.r.e, to be ushered, four very sedate and well-behaved young gentlemen, into the dining room.

It was all of an hour later when Tom was finally separated from the table and led protestingly back to the porch.

"But I wanted some more frozen pudding!" he explained.

"Of course you did," answered Bob soothingly. "But you must remember that we're only paying for one dinner apiece, Tommy. Don't bankrupt the hotel right at the beginning of the season."

"Hope you ch-choke!" said Tom.

Later they rowed back to the launch over the peaceful cove, which was shot with all sorts of steel-blue and purple lights and shadows. Across the cove Rocky Neck was a blurred promontory of darkness, with here and there a yellow gleam lighting some window and finding reflection in the water below. Seaward, the harbor was still alight with the afterglow, and the lantern at the end of the breakwater showed coldly white in the gathering darkness. It had grown chilly since sunset, and so, after making all fast for the night, the boys went below and closed the doors and hatch behind them. With the lamps going, the cabin soon warmed up.

Bob, by request, had brought his mandolin, and now, also by request, he produced it and they had what Nelson called a "sing-song," Tom alternately attempting ba.s.s and soprano, and not meeting with much success at either. Finally Bob tossed the mandolin onto the bunk and said he was going to bed. That apparently casual remark seemed to remind Dan of something, for he suddenly sat up on the edge of the berth and grabbed Tom by the arm.

"We haven't given them our stunt yet, Tommy," he said.

"Eh? What stunt? Oh, yes; that's so! Come on!" And Tom climbed to his feet. Dan joined him, and they stood very stiffly at attention.

"What's this?" asked Bob.

"It's called-it's called 'The Dirge of the Salt Codfish,'" answered Dan soberly. "Are you ready, Tommy?"

"All ready."

"Let her go!"

Whereupon they began to recite with serious faces and ludicrous lack of vocal expression, ill.u.s.trating the "dirge" with wooden gestures.

"They come in three-pound, five-pound, and ten-pound packages," chanted the pair, "also in gla.s.s jars. A rubber band is placed around the top, the air is forced out by a vacuum machine, and the cover is clamped on.

To remove the cover, you puncture the lid!"

"Where'd you get that?" laughed Nelson.

"The fellow that showed us around the fish shop told it to us. It's the way they put up their codfish. Isn't it great? Want us to say it again?"