Dab Kinzer: A Story of a Growing Boy
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CHAPTER XI.
SPLENDID FISHING, AND A BIG FOG.
There is no telling how many anxious people there may have been in thatregion that night, a little after supper; but there was no doubt of thestate of mind in at least three family circles.
Good Mrs. Foster could not endure to stay at home and talk about thematter; and her husband and Annie were very willing to go over to theKinzers' with her, and listen to the encouraging views of Dabney'sstout-hearted and sensible mother.
They were welcomed heartily; and the conversation began, so to speak,right in the middle.
"Oh, Mrs. Kinzer! do you think they are in any danger?"
"I hope not. I don't see why there need be, unless they try to returnacross the bay against this wind."
"But don't you think they'll try? Do you mean they won't be hometo-night?" exclaimed Mr. Foster himself.
"I sincerely hope not," said the widow calmly. "I should hardly feellike trusting Dabney out in the boat again, if he should do so foolish athing."
"But where can he stay?"
"At anchor somewhere, or on the island; almost anywhere but tacking allnight on the bay. He'd be really safer out at sea than trying to gethome."
"Out at sea!"
There was something really dreadful in the very idea of it; and AnnieFoster turned pale enough when she thought of the gay little yacht, andher brother out on the broad Atlantic in it, with no better crew thanDab Kinzer and Dick Lee. Samantha and her sisters were hardly as steadyabout it as their mother; but they were careful to conceal theirmisgivings from their neighbors, which was very kindly indeed in thecircumstances.
There was little use in trying to think or talk of any thing else besidethe boys, however, with the sound of the "high wind" in the trees out bythe roadside; and a very anxious circle was that, up to the late hour atwhich the members of it separated for the night.
But there were other troubled hearts in that vicinity. Old Bill Leehimself had been out fishing all day, with very poor luck; but he forgotall about that, when he learned, on reaching the shore, that Dick andhis white friends had not returned. He even pulled back to the mouth ofthe inlet, to see if the gathering darkness would give him any signs ofhis boy. He did not know it; but while he was gone Dick's mother, afterdiscussing her anxieties with some of her dark-skinned neighbors, halfweepingly unlocked her one "clothes-press," and took out the suit whichhad been the pride of her absent son. She had never admired them half somuch before, but they seemed now to need a red necktie to set them off;and so the gorgeous result of Dick's fishing and trading came out of itshiding-place, and was arranged on the white coverlet of her own bed,with the rest of his best garments.
"Jus' de t'ing for a handsome young feller like Dick," she muttered toherself.
"Wot for'd an ole woman like me want to put on any sech fool finery?He's de bestest boy in de worl', he is. Dat is, onless dar ain't not'in'happened to 'im."
Her husband brought her home no news when he came, and Dick's goodqualities were likely to be seen in a strong light for a while longer.
But if the folk on shore were uneasy about "The Swallow" and her crew,how was it with the latter themselves, as the darkness closed aroundthem, out there upon the tossing water?
Very cool and self-possessed indeed had been Captain Dab Kinzer; and hehad encouraged the others to go on with their blue-fishing, even when itwas pretty tough work to keep "The Swallow" from "scudding" at oncebefore the wind. He was anxious, also, not to get too far from shore;for there was no telling what sort of weather might be coming. It wascurious, moreover, what very remarkable luck they had; or rather, Fordand Dick, for Dab would not leave the tiller for a moment. Splendidfellows were those blue-fish, and hard work it was to pull in theheaviest of them. That was just the sort of weather they bite best in;but it is not often that such young fishermen venture to take advantageof it. No, nor the old ones either; for only the stanchest old "salts"of Montauk or New London would have felt altogether at home in "TheSwallow" that afternoon.
"I guess I wouldn't fish any more," said Dab at last. "You've caught tentimes as many now as we ever thought of catching. Some of them arewhoppers too."
"Biggest fishing ever I did," said Ford, as if that meant a great deal.
"Or mos' anybody else, out dis yer way," added Dick. "I isn't 'shamed toshow dem fish anywhar."
"No more I ain't," said Dab; "but you're getting too tired, and so am I.We must have a good hearty lunch, and put 'The Swallow' before the windfor a while. I daren't risk any more of these cross seas. We might getpitched over any minute. They're rising."
"Dat's so," said Dick. "And I's awful hungry, I is."
"The Swallow" was well enough provisioned for a short cruise, not tomention the bluefish, and there was water enough on board for severaldays if they should happen to need it; but there was little danger ofthat, unless the wind should continue to be altogether against them.
It was blowing hard when the boys finished their dinner, but no harderthan it had already blown several times that day; and "The Swallow"seemed to be putting forth her very best qualities as a "sea-boat."
There was no immediate danger apparently; but there was one "symptom"which Dab discerned, as he glanced around the horizon, which gave himmore anxiety than either the stiff breeze or the rough sea.
The coming darkness?
No; for stars and lighthouses can be seen at night, and steering by themis easy enough.
Nights are pretty dark things, sometimes, as most people know; but thedarkest thing to be met with at sea, whether by night or by day, is a_fog_, and Dabney saw signs of one coming. Rain, too, might come withit, but that would be of small account.
"Boys," he said, "do you know we're out of sight of land?"
"Oh, no, we're not!" replied Ford confidently. "Look yonder."
"That isn't land, Ford. That's only a fog-bank, and we shall be all inthe dark in ten minutes. The wind is changing, too, and I hardly knowwhere we are."
"Look at your compass."
"That tells me the wind is changing a little, and it's going down; but Iwouldn't dare to run towards the shore in a fog, and at night."
"Why not?"
"Why? Don't you remember those breakers? Would you like to be blownthrough them, and not see where you were going?"
"Well, no," said Ford: "I rather guess I wouldn't."
"Jes' you let Capt'in Kinzer handle dis yer boat," almost crustilyinterposed Dick Lee. "He's de on'y feller on board dat un'erstandsnagivation."
"Shouldn't wonder if you're right," said Ford good-humoredly. "At allevents, I sha'n't interfere. But, Dab, what do you mean to do about it?"
"Swing a lantern at the mast-head, and sail right along. You and Dickget a nap, by and by, if you can. I won't try to sleep till daylight."
"Sleep? Catch me sleeping!"
"You must; and so must Dick, when the time comes. It won't do for us toall get worn out together. If we did, who'd handle the boat?"
Ford's respect for Dabney Kinzer was growing hourly. Here was thisovergrown gawk of a green country boy, just out of his roundabouts, whohad never spent more than a day at a time in the great city, and neverlived in any kind of a boarding-house; in fact, here was a fellow whohad had no advantages whatever,--coming out as a sort of hero.
Ford looked at him hard, as he stood there with the tiller in his hand,but he could not quite understand it, Dab was so quiet andmatter-of-course about it all; and, as for that youngster himself, hehad no idea that he was behaving any better than any other boy could,should, and would have behaved in those very peculiar circumstances.
However that might be, the gay and buoyant little "Swallow," with hersignal lantern swinging at her mast-head, was soon dancing away throughthe deepening darkness and the fog; and her steady-nerved youngcommander was congratulating himself that there seemed to be a good dealless of wind and sea, even if there was more of mist.
"I couldn't expect to have every thing to suit me," he said to himself."And no
w I hope we sha'n't run down anybody. Hullo! Isn't that a redlight, through the fog, yonder?"