The River Motor Boat Boys On The Mississippi Part 22

"We have already found him in the mess," laughed Clay. "He knew, according to your story, that I had put something in the safety vaults! Besides, he seemed to own the steamer you were on, didn't he?"

"He seemed to be the boss."

"Suppose we quit guessing and get the _Rambler_ out of the mud,"

suggested Clay, then.

Case and Jule were called out on deck, and the lads, clad only in their bathing suits, were soon wallowing in the soft mud, which was so deep that they could get no footing at all, and so could not lift on the boat. In fact, the more they tried to lift the boat, to slide it toward deep water, the deeper she seemed to sink.

"We're up against a beautiful proposition!" Jule exclaimed, climbing back on deck and leaning over the gunwale. "If we jar the boat any more, we'll have to take a trip to China and pull it through from the other side!"

Clay plowed out of the mud and made his way to the "tow-head" where he began examining the growth of willows. He seemed satisfied with what he saw, for he began cutting the long wands and called to the others to join him.

"What's doing?" asked Case.

"This ain't no island improvement corporation!" Alex. grinned.

"I know what he's up to!" Jule shouted, and in a second he was off the deck, cutting willows and throwing them into a heap at the edge of the hard ground.

"We've got to make mattresses of these willows," Jule declared, wiping the sweat from his face. "I read about that in a paper not long ago."

"To sleep on?" asked Alex., with a wink at Case.

"Silly!" roared Jule. "Get busy, both of you."

When a great stack of the willow wands had been cut, Clay and Jule began roughly braiding them together. In this way two mattresses a foot in thickness and nearly twelve feet square were constructed before noon. During all this time the boys had seen nothing of Chet, of Mose, or of the negroes who had camped on the sh.o.r.e the previous night. They had also overlooked breakfast!

The novelty of their employment had so engaged their attention that they felt no need of food until Teddy appeared on the deck sitting up like a man, begging for his breakfast! Then Alex. threw down the wands he was carrying to Clay, who was doing the weaving at that time, and sprang over to the boat with a chuckle of amus.e.m.e.nt.

"You're all right, Teddy Bear!" he cried. "We don't know enough to eat when we're hungry, do we? We'll show 'em what it is to feed up right without delay."

"What you going to get for dinner?" demanded Jule, putting a hand to his stomach to show how empty it was. "I want a whale fried whole!"

"Get your whale, then," advised Alex.

"Perhaps you think I can't!" laughed Jule. "Pa.s.s out my line and rod and I'll show you whether I'm a fisherman or not!"

Alex. did as requested and Jule waded through the mud to where there was a bit of hard ground, next the island, with a little swirl of water close by.

"Watch me now!" he cried.

But the boys did not care to watch him. Case and Clay continued the work of braiding mattresses, and Alex. got out a gun and sat on deck watching for ducks, of which there were plenty in that vicinity.

Presently a yell from Jule called the attention of the others to him.

He was fighting a fish which seemed to the astonished boys to be not less than ten feet in length, and the fish was pulling him down stream.

"Give me a hand!" the boy shouted. "He's pulling me in!"

"Let go the line!" cried Alex.

"And lose it!" answered Jule. "Not much! Give me a hand!"

Case and Clay both rushed to the boy's a.s.sistance, and with great effort a monster fish was landed in the mud. Jule was jubilant.

"The biggest catch of the trip!" he declared. "Who says I can't produce a whale when I feel the need of a whole one fried?"

Case and Clay leaned back and screamed with amus.e.m.e.nt. Alex. looked on with a grin which was more provoking than the laughter of the others.

"Have all the fun you can," roared Jule, "but don't get gay!"

"Throw him back into the river!" Clay advised, poking at the catch.

"That is just a big catfish, and no one eats them save the negroes!

They're tougher than the tripe at Bill's restaurant, in Chicago!"

"I guess you won't throw him away!" yelled Jule.

"All right!" Clay answered. "Take him to bed with you, if you want to, but kindly see if you can't get a ba.s.s for our dinner. There are plenty of them in here."

Reluctantly Jule started the catfish back toward his natural element, and the big fellow seemed to thank him with a parting wave of his tail as he took to the water. In a few moments he had a fine large ba.s.s, weighing six or eight pounds, and before long Alex. had a couple of ducks, so work was suspended while dinner was cooked and eaten. After the meal the work was continued until Case declared there were enough willow mattresses on hand to float a city.

Then the mattresses were hauled alongside the _Rambler_ and a considerable part of the cargo of the boat was put out on them. Thus lightened, and having a strong footing, the lads had no difficulty in pushing the _Rambler_ out into deep water.

"What shall we do with the mattresses now?" asked Clay, as the boat swung off the bottom. "We have spent too much time on them to throw them away!"

"Tow them along," advised Case. "It won't cost us anything to tote them along, and we may have use for them. A man could build a tent on them, by fastening them together, and live there. I'm strong for taking them with us."

This was finally agreed to, and the boys were about to start down the stream again when a shout from the Mississippi side of the river attracted their attention.

"There's that little c.o.o.n!" laughed Case. "See the rascal! He's going to swim to the boat, or going to try to!"

"He never can do it," Clay declared. "We'll have to swing the _Rambler_ over that way and pick him up. He's making a swift run, though!"

"Well," Alex. replied, "just you look behind him and see what he's running from."

Half a dozen negroes and one white man were now seen running down the river bank in pursuit of Mose. They seemed to redouble their exertions when the _Rambler_ shot over toward the boy, but were obliged to halt when the boy was picked up and the boat went on down stream, towing the willow mattresses in her wake!

Mose dropped down on deck, panting and rolling his eyes.

"Ah'm scared white!" he chattered. "Fo' de Lawd, dat's de man what trun dis c.o.o.n an' Captain Joe into the ribber up no'th! Ah's scared of him!"

CHAPTER XVIII

SWEPT INTO A SWAMP

"Who threw you and Captain Joe into the river, up north?" demanded Jule. "Wake up and tell us what's the matter with you. What were those people chasing you for?"