CHAPTER VIII
A CRACK SHOT AT THE GAME
WHILE the party were thus engaged in discussing the luncheon, the youngRandolph referred to, Jefferson being his Christian name, was busy inanother room of the bungalow, cleaning alligator rifles.
Jeff was the sixteen-year-old son of Officer Randolph. Despite hisyouth, this young man, who was tall, slim, wiry and strong, had alreadyled several successful alligator hunts in the Everglades. He had beenengaged, on his father’s recommendation, for this expedition. OfficerRandolph, in the meantime, had consented to make his headquartersaboard the “Restless,” which fact permitted both Tom and Joe to gettheir first taste of alligator sport.
Throughout the luncheon, Oliver Dixon, though he had succeeded inobtaining the chair next to Ida Silsbee’s, remained for the most partsilent and distrait, a prey to hatred of the young motor boat captain.
“If a few more things like this adventure happen,” Dixon toldhimself, “I shall be pretty certain to find Ida slipping away from mealtogether. It seems absurd to think of a full-grown young woman likeher falling in love with a mere boy. Bah! That really can’t happen,of course. Yet it isn’t wholly unlikely that she’ll become so muchinterested in Tom Halstead’s kind that my sort of man won’t appeal toher. I must be watchful and keep myself properly in the foreground.”
If young Dixon felt himself much devoted to Ida Silsbee, even he knewthat he was much more attracted by the fact that, as money went, IdaSilsbee was a rather important heiress.
One of Dixon’s basic faults was that he hated useful work. He wouldmuch rather live on a rich wife’s money.
By the time that the meal was over the fortune-hunter had come to oneimportant conclusion.
“If I want to stand well with Ida,” he told himself, “then I mustconceal my feelings well enough to keep on seemingly good terms withthis young Halstead cub. I’ve got to treat the boy pleasantly, andmake him like me. Otherwise, a girl who places her friendships asimpulsively as Ida Silsbee does is likely to conceive an actual dislikefor me. That would be a fearful obstacle to my plans!”
So, as all rose from the table at Mrs. Tremaine’s signal, Dixoninquired, pleasantly:
“Going back down the lake for a chance at that pair of ’gators thisafternoon, Halstead?”
“I don’t know,” Tom answered. “I’m wholly at Mr. Tremaine’s disposal.”
“Jove! I don’t know that it would be such a bad plan,” mused HenryTremaine. “What do you say, my dear?”
“Would it be necessary for any of us to leave the boat?” asked Mrs.Tremaine, cautiously.
“Not at all necessary.”
“Is there any danger of the horrid things trying to climb into theboat?”
“I never heard of a ’gator trying to do such a thing.”
“Or would an alligator be at all likely to swim under the boat, thenrise, overturning us?”
“I think I can promise you that no self-respecting alligator wouldthink of doing such a thing,” laughed Mr. Tremaine.
“Then I’m ready enough to vote for going,” agreed Mrs. Tremaine.
“Halstead—Dawson—you know what that means,” warned the owner of theplace.
“How soon will you start, sir?” inquired Tom.
“We ought to be ready within twenty minutes.”
“Then Joe and I will have the boat ready, sir. Anything we can carrydown to the launch?”
“No; we’ll take only rifles and ammunition, which will be all we’llwant. Ham, you’ll watch the house while we’re gone.”
“Yassuh.”
Suddenly the colored steward’s eyes rolled apprehensively.
“But Marse Tremaine, yo’ll sho’ly be back befo’ dahk, sah?”
“Why?”
“Because, sah, Ah don’ wanter be lef yere after dahk, sah. Dat yereGhost ob Alligator Swamp, sah——”
“Oh, I quite understand, Ham,” laughed Henry Tremaine. “Well, we’llpromise to be back quite a bit before early candle-lighting.”
Soon afterwards the launch party started, young Jeff Randolph goingalong in charge of “the arsenal,” as he termed the shooting outfit.
Joe, after starting the motor and seeing the boat clear the dock,settled back lazily. Tom was up in the bow, beside the steering wheel.Miss Silsbee found the seat next to him. Mr. Dixon took the seat at herother side, exerting himself to be agreeable both to her and to theyoung captain.
“Take us right to that same island, Halstead, if you can find it,”requested the owner.
“Do you expect the alligators will have remained there all this time?”questioned Dixon.
“It’s hardly likely,” admitted Tremaine. “Yet, that particular islandwill be a good starting point from which to look about. Of course,the chances are that we shan’t find the ’gators. Isn’t that right,Randolph?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Jeff, slowly. “The only sure way to get some reallygood sport will be to leave your house some morning before daylight, goright along the lake and be well into the Everglades by ten o’clock.That would give us about six hours to look for ’gators, and we would bepretty sure to bag one or two in that time. But ’gators know how to bewary, sir, as you know from having hunted them before.”
“Yes,” agreed the host. “I’ve known a party to be out four daysbefore one of the rascals was landed at last. But he was a whoppingfellow—almost as big as one of the pair Miss Silsbee and Halsteadencountered this morning.”
“Don’t you suppose,” laughed Dixon, turning to the girl, “that youreyes magnified, just a bit, the pair you saw this morning?”
“I know my eyes must have exaggerated,” laughed Ida, “for, at thetime, I’d have been willing to depose that neither brute was less thana hundred and fifty feet long, which all the natural history booksdeclare to be impossible.”
“There’s the island, isn’t it, Miss Silsbee!” Captain Halstead asked,after a while.
“Yes,” nodded the girl. “I’m sure it must be. Yes! There’s theidentical tree you robbed of the moss that we forgot to bring away withus.”
She laughed heartily, her mirth and the resting of her gaze on Tommaking Dixon secretly more furious than ever.
“Let me have the wheel, now,” volunteered Joe, moving into place.“You’ll want your eyes on the lookout for game now.”
“Slow down the speed a whole lot,” directed Halstead. “If we’re goingto explore this stretch of water we don’t want to travel too fast.”
“That’s right,” nodded Mr. Tremaine. “And, Dawson, if we sight analligator, we don’t want more than to creep over the water. ’Gators arewary of fast-moving boats, and they’re easily scared below the surfaceby voices.”
“I see something,” whispered Ida Silsbee, some ten minutes later,pointing over the water.
A dark object floated on the water, some four hundred yards distant. Itwas plain, too, that the object was moving.
“’Gator snout,” whispered Tremaine, enthusiastically. “Jove, I didn’tthink we’d sight anything out on the lake, like this!”
“Shall I steer for it, sir?” asked Joe, in an undertone.
“Yes, but let the boat just barely crawl.”
Tom Halstead’s eyes were gleaming, now, with the spirit of the chase.
“That’s the snout of a mighty big old rogue of a ’gator,” murmured Mr.Tremaine in Tom’s ear. “It must be one of the pair you and Ida saw thismorning.”
“Gun, sir,” murmured Jeff Randolph, passing over a loaded rifle.
“Do you know how to shoot, Halstead?” asked the launch’s owner.
“Do I?” murmured the boy, his eyes gleaming.
“Want a crack at that ’gator?”
“_Don’t_ I?”
“Pass Halstead a rifle,” nodded Mr. Tremaine.
Jeff did so, adding:
“If you never shot a rifle of as heavy calibre as this one, Captain,look out for the recoil.”
Tom Halstead caressed the barrel of the rifle lovingly as Joe D
awsonmade the boat slowly creep toward that floating head.
“I’m going to try a shot now,” announced Mr. Tremaine. “You be ready,Halstead. If I miss, you fire instantly.”
Bang! A bullet splashed the water just beyond that dark head. BeforeTom could fire the snout dropped below the surface.
“Stop the speed. Reverse!” whispered Mr. Tremaine, tensely. “There!Hold her just where she is.”
For some moments the launch drifted without headway, while every pairof eyes watched eagerly for the reappearance of the alligator’s snout.
“There it——” began Oliver Dixon.
Bang! As the alligator’s head showed again, some distance from thespot where it had vanished, Tom Halstead sighted swift as thought, andpressed the trigger.
“Jove! You hit the beast!” cried Mr. Tremaine, excitedly, as acommotion started in the water where the huge reptile floated.
Then, suddenly, the whole length of the body appeared. The ’gatorrolled over on its back and lay motionless.
“Great curling smoke! You killed the beast, Halstead!” cried HenryTremaine, a-quiver with enthusiasm.
There could be no doubt that the creature was lying still on its back.
“I fired for one of the eyes,” admitted the young motor boat skipper.
“You hit the eye, then, and pierced what little brain the beast has,”declared Henry Tremaine. “Run us up alongside, Dawson. Jeff, get outone of the towing lines. Jove! What a fine afternoon’s sport, almostwithin sight of the bungalow.”
“You shoot as splendidly as you do everything else, Tom!” effused IdaSilsbee.
“I guess it was a fluke shot,” Tom laughed, modestly.
But Oliver Dixon noted the use of his first name by the girl, andDixon’s heart burned with jealousy.
Joe ran the boat up alongside the motionless, overturned alligator.Mr. Tremaine and Jeff bent far out over the gunwale, deftly, expertlyslipped a noose taut over the hard, scaled tail of the dead creature,then made the line fast at the stern of the boat.
“We’ll cruise about a bit longer,” decided Mr. Tremaine. “I don’tbelieve we’ll get anything more like this, though, out in the openlake. I don’t believe I ever heard of a ’gator being shot out here inthe lake before.”
“It happens once in a while,” nodded Jeff, gravely.
They cruised for an hour more, after which Henry Tremaine declared theymight as well return.
“We may do bigger shooting in the Everglades, to-morrow,” he suggested.“Still, one big brute like this in a day is sport enough for anycrowd.”
“I’m sure it’s one of the beasts that crowded us off the island,”asserted Ida Silsbee.
“It looks very much like the one that charged you,” Tom assented.
“Then you two adventurers told no fibs about the size,” laughed Mr.Tremaine. “That fellow is fully a dozen feet long.”
“What are you going to do with your prize, Captain?” asked Mrs.Tremaine, as Joe drove the launch northward at somewhat diminishedspeed on account of the tow behind.
“Does the ’gator belong to me?” Halstead asked.
“It certainly does,” nodded Mr. Tremaine.
“Then I offer the hide and the teeth to Mrs. Tremaine and MissSilsbee,” responded the young motor boat captain.
Both ladies expressed their thanks.
“If I get a second one,” Tom continued, “I shall send the hide to amanufacturer to have a genuine alligator bag or two made for my mother.”
“Take this one,” urged Mrs. Tremaine.
“No; it’s only fair that the first prize should go to the ladies ofthis party,” argued Halstead.
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