“And yet they sometimes give way and cause a terrible amount of drainage,” said Harold Bird, in reply to Sam’s question. “I have seen the river spread out for miles, and houses and barns carried off to nobody knew where over night.”
“Well, I don’t think the launch would tie up at the levee, do you?”
“It is not likely. I have an idea those fellows will try to get down to New Orleans.”
After that an hour passed without anything unusual happening. Twice they passed river steamboats, one of them sweeping quite close to the houseboat.
“Why don’t you put out more lights—want to be run down?” came the cry.
“Haven’t any more lights,” answered Tom, and then the two boats swept apart, so no more could be said.
A mile more was passed when Fred set up a cry:
“I see a light ahead, flashing from side to side,” he said, and pointed it out.
“It is the acetylene gas lamp,” ejaculated Harold Bird, “and it must be aboard of the launch!”
CHAPTER XI
WHAT THE ROCKETS REVEALED
All of those on board of the houseboat watched the flashing light with keen interest. That it came from the gasoline launch none of them doubted.
“If we can only catch up to them,” said Tom. “And do it on the sly!”
“We want to be on guard—they may be ready to do some shooting,” returned Sam.
“Does you dink da vill shoot?” inquired Hans, anxiously.
“I don’t think they will kill more than three or four of us,” answered Tom, by way of a joke.
“Vat?” screamed Hans. “Not me, by chiminatics! I ton’t vos vant to been shot dree oder seven dimes alretty!”
“I doubt if they’ll do any shooting,” answered Harold Bird.
“I can’t believe that,” said Dick, with a shake of his head. “That Sack Todd is a bad one, and Baxter can be very wicked at times. We certainly want to be on guard against any underhanded work.”
The launch had been running somewhat across the river, but was now headed straight down the Mississippi.
“We don’t seem to be gaining,” said Fred, after a silence of several minutes. “It appears to be just as far ahead as when we first saw it.”
“We are certainly not gaining much,” answered the young Southerner. “But I think we are gaining a little.”
Harold Bird was right, they were gaining probably one rod in twenty. Thus, in a little over half an hour, they saw that the launch was almost within hailing distance. The acetylene gas light was thrown ahead and to the right and left, and lit up the surface of the river for a considerable distance. Against the rays of the lamp they could make out four persons in the launch.
“They must be the four we are after,” said Dick. “I wish they would turn into shore, at some town. Then we’d have an easier time of it, rounding them up.”
“I have an idea!” cried Sam. “Why not follow them until they do land somewhere and go to sleep? We’ll have a better chance to capture all of them than in a fight out here. Here, if we get into a row, somebody may fall overboard and be drowned.”
“Yes, let us follow them until they stop somewhere,” came from Songbird, who had no desire to fight out there on the bosom of the swiftly-flowing Mississippi.
This decided on, they did not attempt to catch up to the launch, but, getting near enough to keep the craft in plain view, held back just a trifle.
“Do you suppose they see us?” asked Fred.
“They may see the houseboat, but they don’t know what craft it is, or who is on board,” answered Dick.
Presently the launch stopped running and merely drifted with the current. Those in the houseboat saw the gas lamp turned toward the shore.
“I think they are making preparations to land,” said Harold Bird.
A moment later the acetylene lamp was turned back and the sharp rays fell full upon the Dora and those on the forward deck.
“Hi! There is the houseboat!” cried Dan Baxter, who was following the rays of light with his eyes.
“That’s so!” returned Gasper Pold. “They must be following us!”
“How did they do it so quickly?” questioned Solly Jackson.
“That’s a puzzle, but it certainly is the houseboat, and there are three or four of the crowd on board,” said Sack Todd.
Those on the launch were amazed to think they had been followed so quickly and for the moment knew not what to do. Then Sack Todd drew his pistol.
“Hi, there!” he yelled. “Keep your distance, if you know when you are well off!”
“They know us right enough,” murmured Tom. “And they mean to fight!”
“Go ahead,—we can’t afford to land around here!” said Gasper Pold, to Baxter, who had been running the motor of the launch. And soon the power was turned on and the launch started down the river faster than ever.
“They are running away from us!” ejaculated Dick. “Oh, what luck!”
“Stop!” yelled Sam. “Stop, or we’ll fire at you!”
“That’s the talk,” said Harold Bird.
“If you do any firing, so will we!” came back from one of the persons on the Venus.
Then of a sudden the acetylene gas lamp was either turned off or its rays were hidden, for the launch was almost lost in the darkness of the night.
“They were trying to hide,” said Fred. “And it looks as if they would succeed,” he added, as the launch seemed to fade utterly from view.
“If we only had that gas lamp,—to keep them in view!” sighed Sam.
“Are you certain there is nothing of the kind on board?” questioned Songbird. “Didn’t you buy some rockets when we stopped at—”
“Sure I did!” shouted Dick. “Just the thing—if they are still on board. And they may be—for I put them in a closet we don’t often use.”
Dick started on a hunt and soon put in an appearance with several rockets, such as are generally used on a ship as a signal of distress.
“They’ll be good in more ways than one,” said Tom. “They will keep those rascals in sight and also let folks know that we need help.”
“Py golly! Ve vill haf a regular Fourth of Chuly, hey?” came from Hans.
A rocket was placed in position at the bow end of the houseboat and the eldest Rover touched it off. It sizzed for an instant and then shot forward over the water in the direction of the gasoline launch, making the scene light for the time being. It came down just over the Venus’ bow.
“Hi! stop that, or we’ll fire at you!” came from the launch, and then a pistol rang out and the ball whistled over the deck of the Dora.
“Are they really shooting at us?” asked Songbird, nervously, while Hans sought the shelter of the cabin in a hurry.
“I reckon not,” answered Harold Bird. “That was simply meant as a warning.”
Those on the houseboat waited for several minutes and then, imagining the launch was turning to the shore, Dick prepared another rocket.
“Get behind the woodwork,” he said. “They may take it into their heads to aim at us when this goes up.”
All sheltered themselves and with a rush the second rocket flew skyward. It had not been aimed at the launch, yet it cut the water within a yard of the Venus’ side, much to the alarm of those on board.
“They are trying to shoot us with rockets!” yelled Dan Baxter.
“Take that!” said Sack Todd, and fired point-blank at the houseboat. The bullet hit a pane of glass in the cabin window, and there was a jingle followed by a yell from Hans.
“Sthop dot! Ton’t kill me! I ain’t vos tone noddings alretty! Of you schoot me again I vos haf you but in prison for a hundred years, ain’t it!”
“Are you hit, Hans?” questioned Dick, running to the German boy.
“Putty near,
Dick. Dot pullet knocked owit der glass chust ven I vos going to look owit!”
“They have hit on something!” came from Harold Bird, who had remained outside, behind a barrel.
“Hit?” queried Sam.
“Yes, they are stuck fast, and we are drifting right on top of them!”
The news proved true, the launch had gotten caught on a sunken tree trunk and was helpless on the bosom of the river, the propeller whirling madly. The houseboat was less than two hundred feet away and coming forward as swiftly as the current could carry her.
“Look out! Don’t smash us—we are stuck!” yelled Dan Baxter.
“Sheer off!” came from Solly Jackson. “Sheer off, or we’ll all be wrecked!”
It was a position of unexpected and extreme peril, and those on the houseboat realized it as well as those on the launch. Yet what to do our friends did not exactly know.
“Out with the sweeps—on this side!” called out Dick, and ran for the biggest sweep he could find. “Jam over the rudder!” he called to Songbird, who was at the tiller.
The rudder went over in a jiffy and out went three long sweeps. This served to swing the houseboat over several points, but not enough to take her entirely out of the course of the launch.
“We are going to hit as sure as fate!” cried Sam.
“Yes, and we may all go to the bottom,” answered Fred.
CHAPTER XII
STUCK ON A SNAG
It was certainly a moment of intense anxiety, both for those on the launch and on the houseboat, and for the time being the fight between the two factions came to an end. A smash-up out there in that swiftly-flowing current might make it necessary for everybody to swim for his life.
“Can’t you back the boat?” asked Sack Todd of Dan Baxter. “We must get out somehow!”
Dan Baxter worked over the motor for a few seconds, and just as the houseboat swung closer started the launch backwards. All expected a crash, but it did not come.
“The Dora is stuck!” called out Dick. “We have hit something under water!”
The eldest Rover was right, and slowly the houseboat began to swing around. In the meantime the launch backed away, made a half-circle, and began to move again down the Mississippi.
“They are loose!” called out Sam.
“Yes, and we are fast,” answered Harold Bird. “But I am rather glad we didn’t run into the launch and smash her completely.”
The moving of the launch had caused the sunken tree trunk to turn partly over, and in this position two immense limbs caught the Dora tightly so that, although the houseboat swung broadside to the current, she could get no further.
“They are getting away from us!” cried Tom, as the Venus disappeared from view.
“Don’t you dare to follow us any further,” called out a voice from the darkness. “If you do, it will be at your peril!”
“It doesn’t look as if we were going to follow them right away.” grumbled Tom.
“Vos dose rascallions gone alretty?” questioned Hans, coming cautiously from the cabin.
“Yes.”
“Dot’s goot!”
The lanterns were lowered over the side of the houseboat, and after several minutes of inspection our friends located the source of the trouble.
“If we had the power to back away from that tree we’d be all right,” observed Dick. “But as we haven’t such power I do not know what we are going to do.”
“Maybe we’ll have to wait until morning,” said Tom. “Then some passing boat can pull us away.”
“And in the meantime those rascals will have a good chance to outwit us,” said Sam, bitterly. “It’s a shame!”
“Let us try to get the sweeps between the tree limbs and the houseboat,” suggested Harold Bird. “Perhaps we can thus pry ourselves loose.”
All were willing to try the plan, and while the young Southerner took one sweep Dick took another, with Sam and Tom to help them.
It was no easy matter to get the sweeps into position, for there was danger of one or another slipping overboard. To protect themselves each of the workers wound a rope around his waist and made the end fast to a stanchion.
“Now then, all together!” cried Dick, when the sweeps were finally in proper position, and they strained with all their might. Then came a crack, as one sweep broke, and Harold Bird and Sam were hurled flat on their backs on the deck.
“Never mind, better luck next time,” said Songbird, as he brought another sweep forward.
They adjusted the new sweep with care and pulled on it gradually. At first the houseboat refused to budge, but presently it swung around a little and then more and more.
“Hurrah! we are getting her!” yelled Tom. “Now then, all together, as the tomcat said to the boy’s with the brickbats.”
They strained and the houseboat came loose, but alas! at that moment both sweeps slipped and slowly but surely the Dora swung into her former position and became jammed tighter than before.
“Another failure,” sighed Dick.
“I’m about out of breath,” said Sam, with a gasp.
“Let me try it,” said Fred, and he, Hans, and Songbird set to work, with the others helping. But it was of no avail, the houseboat could not be moved sufficiently to clear herself of the sunken tree trunk with its immense limbs.
“Well, there is one thing to be thankful for,” said Dick, as they rested from their labors. “That trunk might have gone through our sides or bottom and sunk us.”
During the next hour two steamboats passed them, but not near enough to be asked for help. They cleaned their lanterns and hung them high up, so as to avoid a collision.
“It’s queer that no craft came out to learn why the rockets were sent up,” said Dick.
“Perhaps they thought some celebration was going on,” answered Harold Bird.
“It’s nearly two o’clock and I am dead tired,” announced Tom. “Any objections to my going to sleep?”
“Not if you can get to sleep,” answered his older brother.
“Half of us might as well turn in, while the other half remain on guard,” said Sam, and so it was arranged. Two hours later the guard was changed, so that all got some much-needed rest, although a sound sleep was out of the question.
With the coming of morning the youths looked around eagerly for some craft to give them assistance. Yet it was a good hour before a steamboat came down the river and stopped at their call.
“What’s wanted?”
“We want to be towed down the river,” said Dick. “We’ll pay you for the job.”
“Are you stuck?”
“Yes, but you can easily pull us back and out.”
“Where do you want to go?”
Those on the houseboat had already talked the matter over and decided to move on at least as far as Baraville, about twenty miles from New Orleans. Dick had once heard Sack Todd speak of the place and knew the man was acquainted there, and had also heard Solly Jackson say he had once lived in that locality.
“I’ll tow you to Baraville if you wish it,” said the captain of the small steamboat. “It will cost you ten dollars.”
“All right, but get there as fast as you can,” answered Dick. “We are in a big hurry.”
A line was thrown out and made fast, and in a few minutes the houseboat was freed from the sunken tree. Then steamboat and houseboat swung around and the journey to Baraville was begun. It did not take long, and by half-past ten o’clock the Dora was tied up at the town levee, much to the astonishment of many colored folks who had never seen such a craft.
The Rovers’ first movement was to ask if the launch had stopped there, and from a colored riverman they learned that the Venus had come in very early in the morning and had left again after those on board had gotten breakfast and a box of things—what the negro did not
know.
“I heah dem folks talk erbout New Orleans,” said the colored man. “I dun ’spect da gone dat way fo’ certainly, I do!”
“Did you see the launch leave?” asked Sam.
“I suah did—an’ a mighty po’erful smell dat boat did leab behind it!”
“That was the gasoline,” said Fred, laughing.
“I ’spect it was, yes, sah,” answered the colored man.
“If they went to New Orleans then we ought to go too—and be quick about it,” said Dick.
“Don’t you want to send some word to the ladies and the girls first?” asked Harold Bird.
“To be sure. We can send a telegram for all, and then send letters, too.”
This was done, and the ladies and girls were told not to be alarmed—that all were satisfied everything would come out right in the end.
“No use of worrying them,” said Tom. “They can worry after all the trouble is over,” and at this quaint remark the others had to smile.
How to get down the river was at first a problem, but it was soon settled by Dick and Harold Bird. It was decided to leave the houseboat in the care of a trustworthy person at Baraville and then charter the small steamboat for the trip to New Orleans. As the captain wanted to go down the river anyway he made the charge for the charter very small, and before noon the craft was on her journey.
Fortunately for our friends the weather remained fine, and had they not been worried over the outcome of what was before them, they would have enjoyed the brief trip on the small steamboat very much. The captain had heard of the capture of the counterfeiters and was surprised to learn that the Rover boys had been the ones to aid in the round-up.
“You’ve got courage,” said he. “I admire what you did. But if I were you I’d fight shy of that Sack Todd. He’ll certainly have it in for you, for having broken up that gang.”
“I only want to lay my hands on him, that’s all,” answered Dick. “I am not afraid of him.”
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