CHAPTER XII
AN OVERTURN
Dave Shepard had stopped the motor boat land now he hailed the prettygirl in the skiff.
"I say, Miss Jarley! did you have any luck?"
"I've got a good string of white perch. They love to feed among thesestumps," returned Polly.
"Oh, Polly Jolly! sell us some; will you?" cried Wyn, eagerly. "We're sohungry."
"Do, do!" chorused several of the other girls and boys aboard the_Happy Day_.
Polly, smiling, held up a long withe on which wriggled at least twodozen silvery fish. "Aren't they beauties?" she demanded. "Wait! I'llrow out."
She had already raised her anchor. Now she sat down, seized the shortoars, and plunged them into the water. How she could row! Even BessieLavine murmured some enthusiastic praise of the boatman's daughter.
Her skiff shot alongside the motor boat. She caught the gunwale, andthen held up the string of fish again.
"How much, Miss Jarley?" asked Dave.
"Half a dollar. Is that too much?"
"It looks too little; but I suppose you know what you can get for themat the Forge," he said.
"And this saves me rowing down there," returned the brown girl, smilingand blushing under the scrutiny of so many eyes.
Wyn leaned over the rail, took the fish, and kissed Polly on her browncheek.
"Dreadfully glad to see you, dear," she declared. "Won't you come overto the camp to-morrow and show us girls where--and how--to fish, too?We're crazy for a fishing trip."
"Why--if you want me?" said Polly, her fine eyes slowly taking in thegroup of girls aboard the motor boat.
All looked at her in a friendly way save Bessie, and she had her back tothe girl.
"I'll come," said Polly, blushing again; and then she pocketed, thepiece of money Dave gave her, and pushed off a bit.
"Is this really where your father came so near losing his life, Polly?"asked Wyn, seriously.
"Yes, Miss Wyn. Right yonder. It was so thick he could not see theshore. A limb of that tree yonder--you can see where it was broken off;see the scar?"
There was a long yellow mark high up on the tree trunk overhanging thepool where Polly had been fishing.
"That limb brushed father out of the boat just as she struck. The snagmust have torn a big hole in the bottom of the _Bright Eyes_.Lightened by his going overboard, she shot away--somewhere--toward themiddle of the lake, perhaps. He knows that he gave the wheel a twirljust as he went overboard and that must have driven the nose of the boataround.
"She shot away into the fog. He never saw or heard of her again. Wepaddled about for a week afterward--the bateau men and I--and wecouldn't find it. Poor father was abed, you see, for a long time andcould not help."
"All a story, _I_ believe," whispered Bess, to Mina.
"Oh, don't!" begged the tender-hearted girl.
Perhaps Polly heard this aside. She plunged her oars into the wateragain and the skiff shot away. She only nodded when they sang out"Good-bye" to her.
The _Happy Day_ carried the party quickly back to the cove underthe hill on which Cave-in-the-Wood Camp had been established. The girlsand boys landed and were met by Professor Skillings--who could be a verygallant man indeed, where ladies were concerned. He helped Mrs. Havelout of the motor boat, which Dave had brought alongside of a steep bank,where the water was deep, and which made a good landing place.
"My dear Mrs. Havel! I am charmed to see you again," said the professor."You are comfortably situated over there on the shore, I hope?"
"My girls are as successful in making me comfortable as are your boys inlooking after you, I believe, Professor Skillings," returned the lady,laughing.
"More so--I have no doubt! More so," admitted the professor.
"Treason! treason!" shouted Dave Shepard.
"What's the matter with you?" demanded Wyn, who had hopped ashore behindthe chaperone.
"Professor Skillings is going back on us, boys," declared Dave.
"Why, Professor!" cried Ferdinand. "Where would you find in all the fivezones such a set of boys as we-uns?"
"Five zones? Correct, my boy," declared the professor, seriously. "Butname those five zones; will you, please?"
"Sure!" wheezed Tubby, before Ferd could reply. "Temperate, Intemperate,Canal, Torrid, and Ozone."
"Goodness gracious, Agnes!" gasped Dave. "Can you beat Tubby when helays himself out to be real erudite?" while the others--even theprofessor and Mrs. Havel--could not forbear to chuckle.
But Dave and Ferd got busy at once while the others laughed, andchaffed, and looked over the boys' camping arrangements. Dave was cookand Ferd made and fed the fire. These boys had all the approved Scouttricks for making fire and preparing food--they could have qualified asfirst-class scouts.
Ferd started for an armful of wood he had cut down at the bottom of thesteep bank and suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, he slipped, hisfeet pointed heavenward, and he skated down the bank upon the small ofhis back.
"My goodness me!" exclaimed Frank Cameron. "Did you see that?"
"Sure," said Dave, amid the laughter of the crowd. "Poor Ferdy! thewhole world is against him!"
"You bet it is," growled Ferd, picking himself up slowly at the bottomof the bank. "And it's an awful hard world at that."
"Come on! Come on!" whined Tubby Blaisdell. "Aren't you ever going toget supper? You're wasting time."
Dave was expertly cleaning fish. Wyn ran to his help, finding the flour,cracker-crumbs, and salt pork. The pan was already heating over theblaze that the unfortunate Ferdinand had started in the fireplace.
"If you're so blamed hungry," said Dumont to the wailing Tubby, "starton the raw flour. It's filling, I'll be bound."
"Say! I don't just want to get filled. I want to enjoy what I eat. Icould be another Nebuchadnezzar and eat grass, if it was just_filling_ I wanted."
"Ha!" cried Dave. "Tubby is as particular as the Western lawyer--aperfectly literal man--who entered a restaurant where the waiter came tohim and said:
"'What'll you 'ave, sir? I 'ave frogs' legs, deviled kidneys, pigs'feet, and calves' brains.'
"'You look it,' declared the lawyer man. 'But what is that to me? I havecome here to eat--don't tell me your misfortunes.'"
Amid much laughter and chaffing they finally sat down to thefish-fry--and if there is anything more toothsome than perch, fresh fromthe water, and fried crisply in a pan with salt pork over the hot coalsof a campfire, "the deponent knoweth not," as Frank Cameron put it.
Then Tubby got his banjo, Dumont his mandolin, Dave his ocarina, andthey sang, and played, and told jokes, until a silver crescent moonrising over the lake warned them that the hour was growing late. Thefeminine visitors then boarded the _Happy Day_ and under the escortof Dave and Ferdinand to work the boat, the girls and their chaperonemade the run back to Green Knoll Camp, giving the cove where PollyJarley had caught the perch a wide berth.
Dave insisted upon going ashore at Green Knoll and searching the camp"for possible burglars," as he laughingly said.
"Do, _do_ look under my bed, Dave!" squealed Frank, in mockdistraction. "I've always expected to find a man under my bed."
"But it was real nice of him, just the same," admitted Mina Everett,when the _Happy Day_ had chugged away. "I feel a whole lot betternow that he has beaten up the camp."
On the next morning Grace and Percy were not allowed to lag over thebreakfast dishes till all hours.
"This shall be no lazy girls' camp," declared Mrs. Havel. "The quickeryou all get your tasks done, the better. Then you can have games, and gofishing, and otherwise enjoy yourselves."
The fish-fry they had enjoyed at Cave-in-the-Wood Camp the eveningbefore had given them all an appetite for more, and as Polly Jarleyappeared early, according to promise, Wyn began to bustle around andhunt out the fishing tackle.
There probably wasn't a girl in the crowd who was afraid to put a wormon a hook, save Mina. She owned up to the fact that they made her"squirmy" and she
hated to see live bait on a hook.
"But that's what we have to use for lake fish--or river fish, either,"Wyn told her. "You're not going to be much good to this fishing party."
"I know it, Wynnie. And I sha'n't go," said the timid one. "Mrs. Havelis not going fishing, and I can stay with her."
"You'll have company," snapped Bessie Lavine. "I'm sure _I'm_ notgoing," and she said it with such a significant look at Polly Jarley,who had come ashore, that the boatman's daughter, as well as the othergirls, could not fail to understand _why_ she made the declaration.
"Why, Bess Lavine!" exclaimed Frankie, the outspoken.
Polly's face had flushed deeply, then paled. Bess had avoided herbefore; but now she had come out openly with her animosity.
"Is your name Miss Lavine?" asked the boatman's daughter, her voicequivering with emotion.
"What if it is?" snapped Bess.
"Then I guess I know why you speak to me so----"
"Don't flatter yourself, Miss! I don't care to speak to you," said Bess.
"Nor do I care to have anything to do with you," said Polly, plucking upa little spirit herself under this provocation. "You are Henry Lavine'sdaughter. I am not surprised at your speech and actions. He has done allhe could to hurt my father's reputation for years--and you seem to bejust like him."
"Hurt your father's reputation--Bosh!" cried Bess. "You can't spoila----"
But here Wyn Mallory came to the rescue.
"Stop, Bess! Don't you pay any attention to what she says, Polly. Ifthis quarrel goes on, Bess, I shall tell Mrs. Havel immediately. Youcome with us, Polly; if Bessie doesn't wish to go fishing, she canremain at camp. Come, girls!"
Bess and Mina remained behind.
"I told you how 'twould be, Miss Wyn," said Polly, her eyes bright andhard and the angry flush in her cheek making her handsomer than ever. "Ishall only make trouble among your friends."
"You don't notice any of the rest of us running up the red flag; doyou?" interposed Frank Cameron. "Bess's crazy."
"The Lavines have been our worst enemies--worse than Dr. Shelton," saidPolly, with half a sob. "Mr. Lavine is up here at the lake in the springand fall, usually, and he will always talk to anybody who will listenabout his old trouble with father. And he is an influential man."
"Don't you cry a tear about it!" exclaimed Frank, wiping her own eyesangrily.
Wyn had put a comforting arm over the shoulder of the boatman'sdaughter. "We'll just forget it, my dear," she said, gently.
But it was not so easy to forget--not so easy for Polly, at least,although the other girls treated her as nicely as they could. Her faceremained sad, and she could not respond to their quips and sallies asthe fleet of four canoes and Polly's skiff got under weigh.
Polly pulled strongly along the shore in her light craft; but of coursethe canoes could have left her far behind had the girls so wished. Theirguide warned them finally against loud talking and splashing, and soonthey came to a quiet cove where the trees stood thickly along the lakeshore, and the water was not much ruffled by the morning breeze.
Polly had brought the right kind of bait for perch, and most of thegirls of the Go-Ahead Club had no difficulty in arranging their rods andlines and casting for the hungry fish. Perch, "shiners," roaches, and anoccasional "bullhead" began to come into the canoes. These latter scaredsome of the girls; but they were better eating than any of the otherfish and both Wyn and Frank, as well as Polly, knew how to take them offthe hook without getting "horned."
Polly did not remain with them more than an hour. She was sure the girlswould get all the fish they would want right at this spot, and so,excusing herself, she rowed back to the landing.
"It's a shame!" exclaimed Frank, the minute she was out of hearing. "Idon't see what possesses Bess to be so mean."
"I am sorry," rejoined Wyn. "Polly will not come to the camp again--Ican see that."
"A shame!" cried Percy. "And she seems such a nice girl."
"Bessie ought to be strapped!" declared Frank.
"I am sure Polly seems just as good as we are," Grace remarked. "I don'tsee why Bess has to make herself so objectionable."
"She should be punished for it," declared Percy.
"Turn the tables on her," suggested Frank. "If she will not haveanything to do with Polly, let's give _her_ the cold shoulder."
"No," said Wyn, firmly. "That would be adding fuel to the flames--andwould be unfair to Bess."
"Well, Bess is unfair to your Polly Jolly," said Frankie.
"Two wrongs never yet made a right," said the captain of the Go-AheadClub.
"Well!"
"Bessie is a member of our club. She has greater rights at Green KnollCamp than Polly. It is true Polly will not come again, unless Bessie ismore friendly. The thing, then is to convince Bess that she is wrong."
"Well!" exclaimed Frank again. "I'd like to see you do it."
"I hope you will see me," returned Wyn, placidly. "Or, at least, I hopeyou will see Bessie's mind changed, whether by my efforts, or not. Oh,dear! it's so much easier to get along pleasantly in this world if folksonly thought so. Query: Why is a grouch?"
Percy suddenly uttered a yell and almost plunged out of her canoe. Shehad whipped in her line and there was a small eel on the hook.
It is really wonderful what an excited eel can do in a canoe with a girlas his partner in crime! Mr. Eel tangled up Percy's line in the firstplace until it seemed as though somebody must have been playing cat'scradle with it.
Percy shrieked and finally bethought her to throw the whole thingoverboard--tangled line, rod, and Mr. Eel. In his native element, theslippery chap in some mysterious way got off the hook; but the linenline was a mess, and that stopped the fishing for that morning.
They had a nice string, however, and when the odor of the frying fish onthe outdoor fire began to spread about Green Knoll Camp, Frank declared:
"The angels flying overhead must stop to sniff--that smell is soheavenly!"
"Nonsense, child!" returned Grace. "That thing you see 'way up thereisn't an angel. It's a fish-hawk."
There were letters to take to the Forge that afternoon, and the girlsall expected mail, too. But after the fishing bout, and the heavy dinnerthey ate, not many of the Go-Aheads cared to paddle to town.
"The duty devolves on your captain," announced Wyn, good-naturedly. "Ofcourse, if anybody else wants to go along----"
"Don't all speak at once," yawned Frank, and rolled over in the shade ofthe beech.
"It's a shame! I'll go with you," said Bessie Lavine, getting up withalacrity.
"All right, Bess," said Wyn, cheerfully. "I am glad to have you go."
The other girls had been a little distant to Bess since their returnfrom the fishing trip; but not Wyn. She had given no sign that she wasannoyed by Bessie's demeanor towards Polly Jarley.
Nor did she "preach" while she and Bess paddled to the Forge. That wasnot Wynifred Mallory's way. She knew that, in this case, taking Bess totask for her treatment of Polly would do only harm.
Bess had probably offered to come with Wyn for the special purpose offinding opportunity to argue the case with the captain of the club. ButWyn gave her no opening.
The girls got to the Forge, did their errands, and started back in thecanoes. Not until they got well out into the lake did they notice thatthere were angry clouds in the northwest. And very soon the sun becameovercast, while the wind whipped down upon them sharply.
"Oh, dear, me!" cried Bess. "Had we better turn back, Wyn?"
"We're about as far from the Forge as we are from Green Knoll Camp,"declared the other girl.
"Then let's run ashore----"
But they had struck right out into the lake from the landing, and it wasa long way to land--even to the nearest point. While they werediscussing the advisability of changing their course, there came a lullin the wind.
"Maybe we'll get home all right!" cried Bess, and the two bent to theirpaddles again, driving the canoes toward distant Green Kn
oll.
And almost at once--her words had scarcely passed--the wind whipped downupon them from a different direction. The surface of the lake wasagitated angrily, and in a minute the two girls were in the midst of awhirlpool of jumping waves.
In ordinary water the canoes were safe enough. But when Bess tried topaddle, a wave caught the blade and whirled the canoe around. She wasup-set before she could scream.
And in striving to drive her own craft to her friend's assistance, WynMallory was caught likewise in a flaw, and she, too, plunged into thelake, while both canoes floated bottom upward.
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