CHAPTER X
HARD AT WORK
When Lawry and Ethan returned to the Goblins in the afternoon, they were delighted to find that the casks, all of which had been placed under the guards abaft the wheel, had actually produced an effect upon the steamer. The smokestack stood up more perpendicularly, indicating that the stern had been lifted from the bottom. Ethan was sure that the casks would bring the Woodville to the surface; but a very serious difficulty now presented itself.
About two-thirds of the length of the steamer's keel rested on a flat rock, whose surface was inclined downward toward the body of the lake, leaving the third next to the stern unsupported, under which the ropes had been easily drawn to retain the casks in their places. Of course it was impossible to draw any lines under the forward part of the keel, which rested on the flat rock, and it was necessary to devise some means for securing the casks to this portion of the hull.
"I have it," said Lawry.
"What is it?"
"We must sink more casks under the stern."
"But that will bring one end up, and leave the other on the rock."
"That isn't what I mean. If we put, say, two more hogsheads under the stern, they will raise it so we can get the ropes under the forward part of the hull."
"I understand; you are right, Lawry," replied Ethan.
When they returned to the ferry-house, they found Mr. Sherwood and the ladies there, who had come down to ascertain what progress had been made in the work. Ben Wilford had freely expressed his opinion that the enterprise would end in failure.
"Those boys know too much; that's all the trouble," said Ben.
"I was in hopes they would succeed in their undertaking," added Mr.
Sherwood.
"So was I, sir; but there's no chance of their doing anything. I know something about steamboats, for I've been at work on them for three years."
"And you are quite sure they will fail?" asked Mr. Sherwood.
"Just as sure as I am of anything in this world. I told them what the trouble would be; but they know so much they won't hear me. I told them how it ought to be done."
"Here they come; they can speak for themselves," said Mr. Sherwood.
"How do you get along, Lawry?"
"First-rate, sir."
"Indeed! Your brother thinks you are going to make a failure of the job."
"Perhaps we are, sir; but we don't believe it yet—do we, Ethan?"
"We don't."
"Lawry, wouldn't you be willing to sell out your interest in the Woodville at a small figure?" laughed Mr. Sherwood.
"No, sir!"
"Your brother, who seems to be a person of some experience in such matters, thinks you will not be able to raise the steamer. If that is likely to be the case, I don't want you to waste your time and strength for nothing. I should be glad to employ some men to raise the Woodville for you."
"Thank you, sir. You are very kind," replied Lawry.
"If you like, we will ride down to Port Henry to-night, and employ a man to do the job."
"I think we shall succeed, sir."
"What's the use of talking, Lawry?" interposed Ben. "You'll not get her up in seven years."
"Don't you think you had better give it up, Lawry?" asked Mr.
Sherwood.
"Not yet, sir."
"What do you think, Lawry? Hadn't you better let me employ a man to do the work?"
"Ethan and I can do it very well, sir."
"Perhaps you can; but we wish to have the steamer in working order as soon as possible, and we may hasten the joy by employing men of experience to do it."
"Haste and waste," said Lawry, laughing. "Mr. Sherwood, I am satisfied we can raise the Woodville. We don't want any help. If we don't get her up by to-morrow night, I will let some one else take hold; but it will cost a heap of money."
"It shall not cost you anything, Lawry. I haven't half paid the debt of gratitude I owe you."
"Oh, never mind that, sir! I only want one more day."
"You are very confident, my boy, and I hope you will succeed," added
Mr. Sherwood, as he turned to depart.
"Take him up, Lawry," said Ben. "Let him raise her. He will do it at his own expense, and perhaps he will give me the job."
"Not to-night."
"You are a fool, Lawry!" exclaimed Ben.
"Perhaps I am. Time will tell."
"He offered to pay for raising her, and you wouldn't let him do it!"
"He has made me a present of the steamer as she lies; and I don't ask anything more of him."
"Take all you can get, Lawry. That's the only way to get along in this world."
Ethan slept with his fellow workman at the cottage that night, and at daylight in the morning they were on their way to the Goblins. At breakfast-time two casks had been sunk under the bow of the steamer, for they had become so familiar with the work that it was carried on with greater rapidity than at the first.
At breakfast they were laughed at again by Ben Wilford; but they chose to keep still, made no replies, and gave no information in regard to the progress of the work. At the earnest request of Lawry, seconded by Mrs. Wilford, Ben consented to run the ferry that day, and the young engineers took their dinners with them when they went down to the Goblins. They were full of hope, and confidently expected to return to the landing at night with the Woodville.
At eleven o'clock four more hogsheads had been placed under the guards. The steamer swayed a little in the water; the stern had risen about two feet; and it was evident that she was on the point of floating. The boys were intensely excited at the bright prospect before them.
"Lawry, the work is nearly done," said Ethan.
"That's so; I think a couple of those barrels will finish it," answered the young pilot. "I see two anchors at her bow."
"Yes, there are two anchors and about forty fathoms of small chain-cable on board of her."
"I see them; and I think we had better fish them up."
"That's a good idea."
With the long boat-hook which Ethan had made, the cables were hauled up and coiled away on the raft, which had been placed over the bow of the sunken vessel. When the chains, which were bent onto the anchors, were hauled taut, the sinker rope, still in the block, and wound on the windlass of the derrick, was made fast to one of them, and the anchor drawn up. The operation was then repeated on the other anchor.
"Hurrah! hurrah!" shouted Lawry, as they began to turn the windlass.
"She's coming up."
"Hurrah!" repeated Ethan, and the faces of both boys glowed with excited joy, as the sunken vessel followed the anchor up to the surface of the water.
It was necessary to move the raft, and the anchor was hauled out over the top of the bulwarks. The Woodville rose till her plank-sheer was even with the surface of the water. The boys shouted for joy; they were almost beside themselves with the excitement of that happy moment. They had conquered; success had crowned their labors.
"The job is done!" cried Lawry.
"That's so! Where is your brother now?" exclaimed Ethan.
"We have got her up sooner than I expected. I move you we have our dinner now."
"I don't feel much like dinner."
"I do."
"What is to be done next?"
"We must get her up a little farther out of the water. We can easily get some more casks under her now; but let us have some dinner first."
They sat down on a timber on the raft, and ate the dinner they had brought with them. They could not keep their eyes off the steamer during the meal, and they continued to discuss the means of completing the work they had begun.
After dinner the labor was renewed with redoubled energy. Four more casks were attached to the bow, and four removed from the stern; the effect of which was to lift the bow out of the water, while the deck at the after part was again submerged. This was Lawry's plan for ascertaining the extent of the injury which the hull had received. It now appeared that, when the Woodville struck the Goblins, she had slid upon a flat rock, while a sharp projection from the reef had stove a hole, not quite three feet in diameter, just above her keel.
"Now we must stop this hole," said Lawry; "and we may as well do it here as anywhere."
"That's just my idea," responded Ethan. "There's a painted floor-cloth in the kitchen, which will just cover it. I will get it."
"Have you any small nails on board?"
"Plenty of them."
The kitchen and the engineer's storeroom were now out of water, so that Ethan had no difficulty in procuring the articles needed in stopping up the hole. A couple of slats were placed over the aperture to prevent the floor-cloth from being forced in by the pressure of the water. Both of the boys then went to work nailing on the carpet, which was new and very heavy. The nails were put very close together, and most of them being carpet-tacks, with broad heads, they pressed the oilcloth closely down to the wood-work. It was not expected entirely to exclude the water; but the leakage could be easily controlled by the pumps.
Several of the casks were now removed from the bow to the stern, until the hull sat even on the water. All the heavy articles on deck, including the contents of the "chain-box," were transferred to the raft, and the laborers were ready to commence the long and trying operation of pumping her out. It was now six o'clock, and it was plain that this job could not be finished that night. The wind was beginning to freshen, and there were indications of bad Weather. Lawry had at first intended to move the Woodville up to the ferry-landing as soon as she floated; but Ethan, for certain reasons, which were satisfactory to his fellow laborer, wished to pump her out where she was; and it was found to be a very difficult thing to tow her up to the ferry in her water-logged condition.
It was not safe to leave her, with the prospect of a heavy blow, so near the Goblins, and they carried out the anchors in the wherry, and with the assistance of the capstan on the forward deck heaved her out into a secure position. The Woodville was safe for the night, and the supper-horn was sounding at the ferry-house. Nearly exhausted by their severe exertions, the boys returned to the cottage.
"I'm so glad that you have done it!" exclaimed Mrs. Wilford, when they went in to supper.
She had been a deeply interested observer of the operations of the young engineers, and her heart had bounded with emotions of joy, in unison with theirs, when she saw the steamer rise to the surface of the lake.
"I knew we should do it, mother," replied Lawry. "Where is Ben?"
"I don't know where he is. He went away just after dinner, and I haven't seen him since," added the mother.
"But I saw the ferry-boat go over in the middle of the afternoon."
"I know you did."
"But who went over with her?"
"I did," answered Mrs. Wilford quietly.
"You, mother?"
"Yes, Lawry; there was no one else to go, unless I called you, and I couldn't bear to take you away from your work. I've been over in the ferry times enough to know how to manage the boat."
"Ben said he would take care of the ferry."
"He doesn't always do as he promises," said Mrs. Wilford sadly.
Lawry thought it was very kind of his mother to run the ferry-boat, rather than disturb him at his work; but he did not like to have her do such labor. When he went out after supper, he found the wind was still quite fresh, and he was afraid that some accident might happen to the steamer in the night. If the casks got loose, she would sink again. While he and Ethan were talking about it, Ben Wilford returned home; and it was evident from his looks and actions that he had been drinking too much.
CHAPTER XI
ME. SHERWOOD AND PARTY
"Well, Lawry, I don't see the steamer at the ferry-landing," said Ben Wilford. "You know, you promised to have her up here to-night; but I knew you wouldn't."
"We thought we wouldn't bring her up to-night," replied Lawry coldly.
"I knew you wouldn't, my boy. You didn't keep your promise."
"And you didn't keep yours."
"I didn't make any. If I'd promised to fetch that steamer up, she'd been here."
"You promised to run the ferry, and you left it."
"No, I didn't, Lawry. Don't you talk so to me. You know too much," added Ben angrily. "You never will raise that steamer in two thousand years."
"There she is," replied Lawry quietly, as he pointed in the direction of the Goblins.
Ben looked at her; he did not seem to be pleased to find her on the top of the water. His oft-repeated prophesy had been a failure, and Lawry was full as smart as people said he was.
"Humph!" said he. "She isn't much of a steamboat if those barrels brought her up."
"There she is; and I have done all I promised to do."
"What are you going to do next, Lawry?"
"I'm going to pump her out next."
"You'd better do it pretty quick, or she'll go to the bottom again," added Ben, as he walked into the house.
"There comes Mr. Sherwood, with the ladies," said Lawry, as he glanced up the road.
"I congratulate you, boys," said Mr. Sherwood, as he grasped Lawry's hand. "We gave three cheers for you on the hill, when we saw that you had raised the Woodville."
"Thank you, sir. We worked pretty hard, but we were successful."
"You have done bravely," said Mrs. Sherwood. "We thought, from what your brother said last night, that you would fail."
"Ethan and I didn't think so."
"I suppose you wouldn't sell very cheap to-night, Lawry," added Mr.
Sherwood.
"No, sir; the Woodville is a gift, and I should not be willing to sell her at any price."
"Well, Lawry, I am as glad as you are at your success. Do you want any help yet?"
"No, sir; we are just going on board of her to stay overnight, for we are afraid the heavy wind will do mischief."
"I wouldn't do that. You must rest to-night."
"I'm afraid something will happen if we don't look out for her."
"Are you going to pump her out to-night?"
"We may begin pretty early in the morning," said Lawry, with a smile.
"Haste and waste, my boy. If you stay on board of her to-night, and get sick, you will not make anything by your labor."
"If the wind goes down, we shall sleep ashore as usual. I don't think it blows quite so hard as it did."
"I don't," added Ethan.
"Boys, you mustn't overdo this thing," added Mr. Sherwood seriously.
His wife whispered to him just then.
"Yes, Bertha," he continued. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do, Lawry. I have four men at work for me. I can spare them one day, and they shall pump out the Woodville for you."
"You needn't object," interposed Mrs. Sherwood.
"Indeed you must not, Lawry," added Miss Fanny. "I am afraid you will both be sick if you work so hard."
"We can easily pump her out ourselves," said Ethan.
"You needn't say a word, Ethan," added Fanny Jane.
"I suppose we shall have to submit," replied Lawry, laughing. "We can't oppose the ladies."
"Just as you say, Lawry," said Ethan.
"You shall have the men to-morrow, boys. Now you must go to bed, and not think of the steamer till morning," continued Mr. Sherwood.
As the wind seemed to be subsiding, the boys went into the house; and though it was not quite dark, they "turned in," tired enough to sleep without rocking. Ben was at his supper, in no pleasant frame of mind. He was dissatisfied with himself, and with his brother, who had succeeded in his undertaking contrary to his prophecy. He was envious and jealous of Lawry. Now that his father was away, he thought he ought to be the chief person about the house, being the oldest boy.
"I'm not going to stay at home, and be a nobody," said he angrily.
"We don't wish you to be a nobody," replied his mother.
"Yes, you do; Lawry is everybody, and I'm nobody."
"You've been drinking, Benjamin."
"What if I have! I'm not going to stay here, and play second fiddle to a little boy."
"What are you talking about, Benjamin? Lawry has not interfered with you. He will treat you kindly and respectfully, as he treats everybody."
"He don't mind any more what I say than he does the grunting of the pigs."
"What do you want him to do?"
"I want him to pay some attention to what I say," snarled Ben. "I suppose he thinks that steamboat belongs to him."
"Certainly he does," replied Mrs. Wilford.
"I don't."
"Don't you? Whom does it belong to, then?"
"I'm not a fool, mother; I know a thing or two as well as some others. Lawry is not of age."
"Neither are you."
"I know that, but I'm older than he is."
"You are old enough to behave better."
"How do you expect me to be anybody here, when I have to knock under to my younger brother? I say the steamer don't belong to Lawry any more than she does to me. I have just as much right in her as he has."
"What do you mean by talking so, Benjamin? You know that Mr.
Sherwood gave the steamer to Lawry, and the bill of sale is in
Lawry's name."
"I don't care for that! she's just as much mine as she is his, and he'll find that out when she gets to running. Lawry's a minor, and can't hold any property; you know that just as well as I do."
"What if he is? I think he will be permitted to hold the steamboat, and run her."
"I don't think so. I was talking with Taylor, who holds the mortgage on this place, and he don't think so," added Ben, in a tone of triumph.
"What did he say?"
"Well, he means to attach the steamboat on the note he holds against father."
"He will not do that!" replied Mrs. Wilford.
"He says so, anyhow."
"He will foreclose the mortgage on the place if he wants to get his money."
"The place will not sell for enough to pay his note, and he knows it. No matter about him—the steamboat belongs to father, just as much as the ferry-boat does; and I think I ought to have something to say about her."
"If you want to do anything for the family, why can't you run the ferry-boat, Benjamin?"
"And let Lawry run the steamboat? Not if I know myself!" replied Ben, with savage emphasis. "He may run the ferry-boat, and I'll run the steamer."
"That would be neither fair nor right. The steamer belongs to Lawry, and I will never consent that he shall be turned out of her."
"I don't want to turn him out of her. I'll take charge of her, and he may go pilot; that's all he's good for."
"You mean that you'll be captain?"
"That's what I mean."
"I don't think Lawry will want any one to be captain over him.
"If I don't run that steamer, nobody shall!" said Ben angrily, as he rose and left the house.
"Good evening, Mrs. Wilford," said Mr. Sherwood. "Has Lawry gone to bed?"
"Yes, an hour ago."
"Is he asleep?"
"I suppose he is."
"All right, then."
"What in the world are you going to do with such a crowd of men, Mr.
Sherwood?"
"I'm going to help the boys finish their job. Ethan told me they had stopped the leak, and it only remained to pump out the steamer. I am going to do this job; and I have men enough to finish it in a couple of hours."
"I should think you had," added Mrs. Wilford.
"I have gathered together all the men I could find. Don't say a word to the boys, if you please. I intend to surprise them. They will find the steamer free of water in the morning."
"You are very kind, Mr. Sherwood, to take so much trouble."
"The boys have worked so well that they deserve encouragement. May I take the ferry-boat to convey my men up to the steamer?"
"Certainly, sir."
Mr. Sherwood encouraged the men to work well by the promise of extra pay; and the laborers seemed to regard the occasion as a grand frolic. They exerted themselves to the utmost, and the buckets flew along the lines, while the pumps rolled out the water in a continuous flow. As the steamer, relieved of the weight that pressed her down, rose on the surface of the lake, it was only necessary to lift the water from below and pour it upon the deck, from which it would run off itself.
The job did not last long before such a strong force; and in two hours the work of the bailers was done. Ethan had fully described the method by which the hole in the hull of the Woodville had been stopped; but Mr. Sherwood had some doubts in regard to the strength of the material, and he went below to examine the place. Lawry and his fellow laborer had had no opportunity to test the strength and fitness of the work they had done, while the boat was full of water.
On examination, Mr. Sherwood found several small jets of water streaming through the seams between the planks, outside of the canvas carpet, which he stopped with packing from the engineer's storeroom. The braces which the boys had put over the hole kept the oilcloth in position, and when the packing had been driven into the open seams with a chisel and mallet, hardly any water came in around the aperture. The boys were warmly commended by their partial friend for the skill they had displayed in stopping the leak; and some of the men, who were familiar with vessels, that the steamer would not leak ten strokes an hour.
It was therefore safe to leave her; and Mr. Sherwood was satisfied that the boys would not find the water up to the bottom of the cabin floor in the morning. He carefully examined every part of the steamer to assure himself that everything was right before he left her. The pumps were tried again, just before they embarked for home, but they yielded only a few strokes of water.
The party returned to the landing, and Mr. Sherwood cautioned the men not to make any noise as they passed the cottage, fearful that the boys might be awakened and the delightful surprise in store for them spoiled. But Lawry and Ethan, worn out by the fatigue and excitement of the day, slept like logs, and the discharge of a battery of artillery under their chamber window would hardly have aroused them from their slumbers. The men went to their several homes, and all was quiet at the ferry.
CHAPTER XII
FROM DESPONDENCY TO REJOICING
Ben Wilford made his way to the deck of the steamer, and in the darkness stumbled against the cables, with which the boat was anchored. He was bent on mischief, and he unstoppered the cables, permitting them to run out and sink to the bottom of the lake. The wind was blowing, still pretty fresh, from the west, and the steamer, now loosened from her moorings, began to drift toward the middle of the lake.
"They'll find I'm not a nobody," whined he. "She'll go down in the deep water this time."
The drunken villain then stumbled about the deck till he found the lines which kept the hogsheads in place under the guards. Groaning, crying, and swearing, he untied and threw the ropes overboard. Some of the casks, relieved of the pressure on them by the removal of the water from the interior of the hull, came out from their places and floated off. Ben rolled into the wherry again, and with the boat-hook hauled the others out. Satisfied that he had done his work, and that the Woodville would soon go down in the middle of the lake, he pulled as rapidly as his intoxicated condition would permit toward the ferry-landing.
"They'll find I'm not a nobody," he repeated, as he rowed to the shore. "They can't raise her now; and they'll never see her again."
Intoxicated as he was, he had not lost his sense of caution. He knew that he had done a mean and wicked action, which it might be necessary for him to conceal. As he approached the landing, he wiped his eyes, and choked down the emotions that agitated him. He tried to make no noise, but his movements were very uncertain; he tumbled over the thwarts, and rattled the oars, so that, if those in the cottage had not slept like rocks, they must have heard him. He reeled up to the house, took off his shoes, and crept upstairs to his room. He made noise enough to wake his mother; but Lawry and Ethan were not disturbed.
The wretch had accomplished his work. He was satisfied, as he laid his boozy head upon the pillow, that the Woodville was even then at the bottom of the lake, with a hundred feet of water rolling over her. It was two o'clock in the morning; but the vile tipple he had drank, and the deed he had done, so excited him that he could not sleep. He tossed on his bed till the day dawned, and the blessed light streamed in at the window of the attic.
"Four o'clock!" shouted Lawry, as the timepiece in the kitchen struck the hour. "All hands ahoy, Ethan!"
His enthusiastic fellow laborer needed no second call, and leaped out of bed. Ben was still awake, and the lapse of the hours had in some measure sobered him.
"It's a fine day, Ethan," said Lawry.
"Glad of that. How long do you suppose it will take to pump her out?"
"All day, I think; but we are to have four men to help us. I was considering that matter when I went to sleep last night," replied Lawry. "I was thinking whether we could not rig a barrel under the derrick so as to get along a little faster than the pumps will do it.
"Perhaps we can; we will see."
"Where is your steamer?" asked Ben, rising in bed.
"We anchored her near the Goblins," replied Lawry.
"She isn't there now," added Ben.
"How do you know?" demanded the pilot.
"I've been sick, and couldn't sleep; so I got up and went outdoors. She isn't where you left her, and I couldn't see anything of her anywhere."
"Couldn't see her!" exclaimed Ethan.
"I knew very well she wouldn't stay on top of the water. Casks wouldn't keep her up," said Ben maliciously.
Lawry rushed out of the room to the other end of the house, the attic window of which commanded a full view of the lake. As his brother had declared, the Woodville was not at her anchorage where they had left her; neither was she to be seen, whichever way he looked.
"She is gone!" cried he, returning to his chamber.
"Of course she is gone," added Ben.
"I don't understand it."
"She has gone to the bottom, of course, where I told you she would go. You were a fool to leave her out there in the deep water. She has gone down where you will never see her again."
"It was impossible for her to sink with all those casks under her guards," said Ethan.
"I guess you will find she has sunk. I told you she would. If you had only minded what I told you, she would have been all right, Lawry."
Both of the boys seemed to be paralyzed at the discovery, and made no reply to Ben. They could not realize that all the hard labor they had performed was lost. It was hard and cruel, and each reproached himself because they had not passed the night on board of the steamer, as they had purposed to do.
"Well, it's no use to stand here like logs," said Lawry, "If she has sunk, we will find out where she is."
"I reckon you'll never see her again, Lawry. Those old casks leaked, I suppose, and when they were full of water the steamer went down again; or else they broke loose from her when the wind blew so hard."
"It didn't blow much when we went to bed. What time did you come home, Ben?"
"I don't know what time it was," he answered evasively.
"Come, Ethan, let's go and find out what the matter is," continued
Lawry, as he led the way downstairs.
Mrs. Wilford was not up, but she was awake, and was anticipating with great satisfaction the pleasure of the surprise which awaited the boys, when they discovered that the steamer had been freed from water. They left the house, and went down to the ferry. The Woodville certainly was not where they had left her; not even the top of her smokestack could be seen peering above the water to inform them that she still existed.
"Well, Lawry, we may as well go out to the place where we left her.
If she has sunk, we may be able to see her," said Ethan.
They got into the boat; but one of the oars was gone. Ben had lost it overboard when he landed, and it had floated off. There was another pair in the woodshed of the house, and Lawry went up for them. As he entered the shed, he met his mother, who had just risen, and gone out for wood to kindle the fire. The poor boy looked so sad and disconsolate that his long face attracted her attention.
"What's the matter, Lawry?" she asked.
"The steamer has sunk again," replied the son.
"Sunk again!" exclaimed his mother.
"She is not to be seen, and Ben says she has gone down."
"Ben says so?"
"Yes; he told us of it before we came down. We are going to look for her now," answered Lawry.
What Lawry had said excited the suspicion of his mother, as she thought of the malicious words of her older son on the preceding evening. She was excited and indignant; she feared he had executed the wicked purpose which she was confident he had cherished. She went into the house, and upstairs to the room where Ben still lay in bed.
"Benjamin, what have you done?" demanded she.
"I haven't done anything. I'm a nobody here!" replied the inebriated young man, with surly emphasis.
"What did you mean last night when you said that you should run that steamer, or nobody should?" asked Mrs. Wilford.
"I meant just what I said. You and Lawry both said I shouldn't run her—and she has gone to the bottom again; she'll stay there this time."
"Oh, Benjamin!" said his mother, bursting into tears. "How could you be so wicked?"
"Did you think I'd stay round here, and be a nobody?" growled the wretched young man.
"Did you sink that steamer?"
"What if I did?"
"Oh, Benjamin!"
"You needn't cry about it. Next time, you'd better not try to make a nobody out of me."
"Don't you think I've had trouble enough, without trying to make more for me?" sobbed the distressed mother.
"If you had told Lawry to give me the charge of the steamer, he would have done it," whined Ben.
"I shouldn't tell him any such thing!" replied Mrs. Wilford indignantly. "A pretty captain of a steamboat you would make! You are so tipsy now you can't hold your head up!"
"I'm as sober as you are."
Mrs. Wilford knew that it was useless to talk to a person in his condition, and she left him to sleep off the effect of his cups if he could, after the evil deed he had done. Full of sympathy for Lawry, under his great affliction, she left the house, and hastened down to the landing, to learn, if possible, the condition of the Woodville. Lawry and Ethan were in the wherry, returning to the shore, when she reached the landing.
"Hurrah! hurrah!" shouted both of the boys, in unison, as Mrs.
Wilford came in sight.
"What now?" asked the anxious mother.
"She's safe, mother! She has not sunk," replied Lawry.
"Where is she? I don't see her anywhere," added Mrs. Wilford, scanning the lake in every direction.
"Over on the other side," replied Lawry.
"What's the reason she didn't sink?" continued his mother.
"The casks kept her up, of course. We want something for breakfast and for dinner, mother, for she is so far off we can't come home till we have pumped her out, and I won't leave her again till I am sure she's all right."
"What shall I do about the ferry, mother?" asked Lawry. "Will Ben run the boat to-day?"
"Don't trouble yourself about the ferry, Lawry. If Benjamin won't take care of it, I will."
"I don't want you to do it, mother."
"I think your brother will run the boat; at any rate, you needn't give it a thought."
Mrs. Wilford was quite as happy as the boys to find that the steamer was not at the bottom of the lake again; and she returned to the cottage with a light heart, when she had seen the wherry leave the shore.
From the deepest depths of despondency, if not despair, the young engineers had been raised to the highest pinnacle of hope and joy when the Woodville was discovered on the other side of the lake. She had drifted in behind a point of land, and could not be seen from the ferry. They had gone out to the place where she had been anchored, near the Goblins; and while they were gazing down into the deep water in search of her, Ethan happened to raise his eyes and saw her on the other side of the lake. What a thrill went through his heart as he recognized her! And what a thrill he communicated to Lawry when he pointed her out to him!
"Why, the casks are all gone!" exclaimed Ethan.
"All gone!" replied Lawry.
"She must be aground," added Ethan; "but she sets out of water a great deal farther than when we left her."
"We shall soon find out what the matter is," continued Lawry. "She is safe, and on the top of the water; that's enough for me at the present time."
"What does this mean?" he exclaimed.
"I don't know. The water couldn't have run out of her without some help," replied Ethan.
"I don't understand it," added Lawry. "The casks are all gone, and the steamer has been pumped out. Somebody must have done this work."
"That's true," said Ethan. "Somebody has certainly been here."
"There's no doubt of that; but I can't see, for the life of me, what they wanted to set her adrift for."
"Nor I; they were good friends to pump her out for us, whoever they were. In my opinion, Mr. Sherwood knows something about this job."
"But slipping the cables looks just as though they intended to have her smashed up on the shore," added Lawry. "The anchors are not here, and, of course, they are on the bottom of the lake. I don't see through this business."
"Nor I, either; but one thing we can see through; the steamer is safe, with the water all pumped out of her. We may as well go to work, and get her over to the ferry."
This was good counsel, and without losing any more time in attempts to fathom what was dark and strange, they commenced the labors of the day.
CHAPTER XIII
GETTING UP STEAM
A survey of the position of the Woodville showed that she was slightly aground at the stern; but Ethan was confident that a few turns of the wheels would bring her off. The boys then tried the pumps; but after less than a hundred strokes they refused to yield any more water. They then carefully examined every part of the interior below the decks.
"She's all right," said Lawry. "What shall we do now?"
"Get up steam," replied Ethan. "I have a couple of hours' work to do on the engine; but we will start the furnaces at once."
"Can't I make the fire?" asked Lawry.
"Yes, if you know how."
"You can show me. I don't know much about steam-boilers and engines."
"We will get our dry wood out of the wherry, and I will help you start the fire. While I am at work on the engine, you will have to overhaul your steering-gear, and see that it is all right. The chains and pulleys will need to be oiled."
Lawry got into the wherry, and threw the dry wood on deck. Ethan had not expected to kindle the fires till night, when he hoped the water would be below the furnaces. It was a grateful surprise to be able at once to go to work on the engine. He was enthusiastic in his fondness for machinery, and that of the Woodville was his particular pet.
After he had tried the valves on the boiler, and assured himself that it contained the proper supply of water, the fires were started in the furnaces. There was plenty of wood and coal on board, though the former was so wet that it would not burn without some assistance, which was furnished by the dry fuel brought off in the wherry. In a little while the furnaces were roaring with the blaze from the wood, and the coal was shoveled in. Ethan, having dried a quantity of the wet packing, commenced rubbing down and oiling the machinery. He was in his element now, and never was a young man in a higher state of keen enjoyment.
While he was thus engaged, Lawry overhauled the steering apparatus, rubbed down the wheel, oiled the pulleys, and satisfied himself that everything was in working order. The situation and the work were in the highest degree exhilarating. It was not labor to clean and adjust the gear; it was a pleasure such as he had never realized from the most exciting sports. He could hardly repress the rapture he felt when he saw the black smoke from the pine wood pouring out of the smokestack.
"This is my steamer," said he to himself. "I am the owner of her."
The thought made him laugh with joy. He stood up at the wheel, and though he could not turn it, because the rudder was fast in the sand, he knew exactly how he should feel when he stood in this position with the Woodville gliding swiftly over the bright waters of the lake.
The steering-gear was in perfect order, so far as he could judge without using it, and Ethan was still busy at the engine. Lawry could not deny himself the pleasure of a survey of the steamer, for the purpose of admiring her comforts and conveniences. He walked up and down the main-deck, entered the saloon and the cabin, visited the forehold, and opened the doors of the various apartments forward of the paddle-boxes. It is true, everything was in a state of "confusion worse confounded." Carpets were soaked with water, curtains were drabbled and stained, sofas and chairs upset in the cabin and saloon; while in the kitchen and storerooms, shelves and lockers had been emptied, and their contents strewed in wild disorder about the apartments.
But Lawry knew how order could be brought out of chaos, and the derangement of furniture and utensils did not disturb him. It would be a delightful occupation to restore harmony to these shelves and lockers, to bring order and neatness out of the confusion which reigned in every part of the steamer. When he had completed his survey, he went to the engine-room, and offered his services to Ethan for duty in his department. As the engineer had nothing for him to do, he returned to the kitchen, and busied himself in putting things to rights there, foreseeing that this apartment would soon be needed. He made a fire in the galley, in order to dry the room more speedily, and then occupied his time in picking up the tins and the kettles, and putting them in their places.
While he was examining the lockers and shelves, he found part of a leg of bacon, and some potatoes, which had been left from the stores used by the crew on the passage from New York up to the lake. There were coffee and tea in the canisters, sugar in the buckets, butter and salt in the boxes; though all these articles had been more or less soaked in the water, depending upon the tightness of the vessels that held them. There was a good fire in the stove, and a bright thought entered Lawry's excited brain; he and his companion would breakfast on fried ham and potatoes, flanked with hot coffee!
Lawry was a cook of no mean accomplishments, and he immediately went to work in carrying out his brilliant idea. Somehow, it is a singular fact that boys have a special delight in "getting up something to eat" in the woods, on the water, and generally in all out-of-the-way places. A dinner at Parker's or Delmonico's is not to be compared with baked potatoes and roasted ears of corn in the woods, or with fried fish and potatoes in a boat or on an island. The young pilot was no exception to the common rule, and in a state of rapture known only to the amateur cook of tender years, he put on the teakettle, pared and sliced the potatoes, and put a quantity of the brown mud from the canister into the coffeepot.
Things were hissing and sizzling on the stove in the most satisfactory manner, and Lawry presided over the frying-pan with a grace and dignity which would have been edifying in a professional cook. While the ham was cooking, he wiped the dishes with a cloth he had dried at the fire, and set the table on the broad bench at the end of the kitchen. The meat and the potatoes were "done to a turn," but the coffee had a suspicious look, owing to the absence of the fish-skin, or other ingredient, for settling it. The contents of the basket brought from home were tastily disposed in dishes on the table, and breakfast was ready. We will venture to say that, in spite of the disadvantages under which this meal was prepared, many steamboat men have sat down to a less satisfactory banquet.
Lawry, chuckling with delight at what he had done, rang the hand-bell he found in the kitchen, at the door. If Ethan had smelled the savory viands in the course of preparation for him, he had made no sign; but he was probably too busy to heed anything but the darling engine he was so affectionately caressing with handfuls of packing and spurts of oil.
"What's that bell for, Lawry?" shouted he.
"Breakfast's ready," replied Lawry.
"I wouldn't stop to eat now—would you?"
"Things will be cold if you don't."
"Cold?" laughed Ethan.
"Yes—cold. What's the use of having a kitchen if you don't use it?"
"You're a good one!" shouted Ethan. "Why didn't you tell me what you were about?"
"I didn't want to spoil your appetite."
"You are a first-rate fellow, Lawry. Your breakfast looks tip-top, and I shall do full justice to it; but I must go and look at the boiler and the fires before I eat."
They sat down to breakfast when Ethan had returned and washed the smut from his face and hands. Lawry poured out the coffee, and helped his companion to ham and potatoes. The engineer ate with good relish.
"Your ham and potatoes are first-rate, Lawry; but I've seen better coffee than this," said he.
"I had nothing to settle it, and there is no milk on board."
"We had some fish-skin, and there is plenty of condensed milk on board," replied Ethan.
The coffee was subjected to a new process, and the condensed milk prepared for use. By the time the substantials of the feast had been discussed, some pretty good coffee was ready for them. The boys ate their breakfast with a zest they had never known before.
"Ethan!" exclaimed Lawry.
"What, Lawry?"
"Hold me down!" shouted the proprietor of the Woodville.
"What's the matter?"
"Hold me down! I shall go up if you don't. I can't hold in any longer. I'm so tickled, I feel as though I should fly away."
"Don't do it," laughed Ethan. "But I must go and look after the engine, or we may both go up, in a way that won't suit us;" and Ethan hurried down into the fire-room.
After taking a turn up and down the deck, Lawry curbed down his superfluous enthusiasm, and returned to the kitchen, where he extinguished the fire in the galley, and put away the dishes and kettles which had been used in getting breakfast. By this time Ethan had finished his work on the engine, and the steam gage indicated a sufficient pressure to work the machinery.
"All ready, Lawry!" shouted he.
"Is everything all right?"
"Yes, as good as new. Now, if you will go into the wheel-house, we will see what she will do."
"Hurrah!" shouted Lawry.
He pulled the bell for starting her, and with a thrill of delight he heard the wheels splashing in the water; and the great splurges began to roll up on the shore.
"Does she move?" asked Ethan, through the speaking-tube which communicated with the engine-room.
"No, she sticks fast," replied Lawry. "Give her a little more of it."
The wheels of the steamer turned rapidly for a moment, and the Woodville slid off the ground into deep water.
"Hurrah!" shouted Lawry, as he rang the bell to stop her. "She's all right now," he added, through the tube.
"Go ahead, then," replied the engineer.
"As soon as I make fast the wherry astern."
Before he went to the wheel-house he sounded the pumps again, and visited the forehold to examine the oilcloth over the aperture in the bow. There was but little water in the well, and the canvas carpet was faithful to its duty. There was nothing to fear, though Lawry couldn't help fearing.
"Are you all ready, Ethan?" called the pilot through the tube.
"All ready; but don't you think we had better hoist the flags, and go over in good style?" responded the engineer.
"Aye, aye."
The small American flag and the union jack, which had been taken from the poles the night before, and deposited in the locker of the wherry, were displayed, and Lawry returned to his post.
The pilot rang his bell to start, and the wheels turned slowly as Ethan opened the valve. The Woodville moved off from the shore, and Lawry's heart bounded as though it had been part of the engine. He grasped the spokes, and heaved the wheel over; the beautiful craft obeyed her helm.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" shouted Lawry, at the mouth of the speaking-tube.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" echoed back from the engine-room.
Lawry stood at the wheel, looking through the open window in front of him. It was his hour of triumph. As he gazed at the shore, he saw the ferry-boat start out from the landing. There was no vehicle in her, and as the steamer approached nearer to her, he saw that Mr. Sherwood and the ladies were on board of her. They were coming out to welcome and congratulate Ethan and himself upon the triumphant success of the enterprise. Mrs. Wilford was with them, and Ben held the steering oar.
Lawry informed his friend, through the tube, of the approach of the party. The ladies in the ferry-boat were waving their handkerchiefs, and Mr. Sherwood was swinging his hat.
"Whistle, Lawry!" shouted the engineer, as the pilot informed him what was taking place.
"Hurrah!" shouted the pilot, as he pulled the string.
As the Woodville came up to the bateau, Lawry rang to stop, and, swinging his hat out the window, gave three cheers all alone, while the ladies waved their handkerchiefs in reply.
CHAPTER XIV
CAPTAIN LAWRY
The bateau ran up to the steamer, and Ben made her fast at the forward gangway. Mr. Sherwood still cheered, and the ladies continued to wave their handkerchiefs.
"Won't you come on board?" said Lawry to the party.
"I shall, for one," replied Mr. Sherwood.
"I'm afraid of her," added Miss Fanny.
"There is nothing to fear, ladies. She is safe, and we are running her very slowly," continued the young pilot.
"Lawry knows where the rocks are," said Mrs. Wilford, "and I'll warrant you there is no danger."
With some misgivings, the ladies, who had suffered by the catastrophe when the Woodville was wrecked, permitted themselves to be handed to the deck of the steamer.
"I congratulate you on your success, Lawry," said Mr. Sherwood, as he stepped on board after the ladies. "You have worked bravely, and succeeded nobly;" and he grasped the hand of the pilot.
"Thank you, sir. I knew I could raise her, if I had fair play. I don't know but you are sick of your bargain, sir, in giving her to me."
"By no means, Captain Lawry," replied the rich man, laughing. "If the ladies succeed in overcoming their terror of steamboats, I suppose I can charter the boat for our party when we wish to use her."
"She's at your service always, sir," replied Lawry.
"Oh, I shall take her on the same terms that others do. When I use her, I shall pay you."
"That wouldn't be fair, sir. I couldn't take any money from you for the use of her," added Lawry, blushing.
"We will not talk about that now. When she is in condition for use, we will consider these questions. How did you find her this morning?" asked Mr. Sherwood, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"We found the water all pumped out of her; and we didn't know what to make of it," answered Lawry.
All the visitors burst out laughing, and heartily enjoyed the astonishment and confusion of the young pilot.
"I don't understand it," exclaimed Lawry.
"The fairies, knowing what a good boy you are, Lawry, must have pumped her out for you," said Miss Fanny.
"Perhaps they did."
Mr. Sherwood then explained what he had done the preceding night, and the reason why he had done it. Ben Wilford, after fastening the ferry-boat at the stern of the steamer, had come on deck, and listened to the explanation. He saw in what manner his malice had been defeated, and he looked very much dissatisfied with himself and everybody on board.
"You were very kind, Mr. Sherwood, to take so much trouble upon yourself," said Lawry.
"It was no trouble at all; it was a great pleasure to me. But I don't understand how the steamer happened to be on the other side of the lake."
"I supposed the persons who bailed her out set her adrift. The casks were all knocked out from under the guards, and they are scattered all along the shore."
"Before my men left her last night, I went all over the boat to satisfy myself that everything was right. I examined the cables very carefully, and I am sure they were well stoppered at twelve o'clock, when we went on shore."
"I fastened the cable myself, and I don't think she could have broken loose herself."
Ben Wilford listened in sullen silence to this conversation, and his mother could hardly keep from crying as she thought of the guilt of her oldest son. She was not willing to tell Lawry what his brother had done, fearful that his indignation would produce a quarrel where brotherly love should prevail. She believed that Ben had attempted, while under the influence of liquor, to sink the Woodville, and that he would not do such a thing in his sober senses.
Neither Lawry nor Mr. Sherwood could explain in what manner the steamer had broken from her moorings and the oil-casks been removed from their fastenings; so they were obliged to drop the matter, congratulating themselves upon the present safety of the boat.
"We will go ashore with you, Captain Lawry, when you are ready," said Mr. Sherwood, after the question had been disposed of in this unsatisfactory manner.
"Captain Lawry!" sneered Ben.
"Certainly; he is the captain of the steamer—isn't he?" laughed Mr.
Sherwood.
"It sounds big for a boy," growled Ben.
"He will make a good captain."
Ben turned and walked away, disgusted with the idea.
"I'm ready, sir," said Lawry.
"Where are you bound next, Captain Lawry?" asked Mr. Sherwood.
"I'm going to fish up the anchors we lost, and then to pick up the oil-casks," replied Lawry.
"Where do you intend to keep your steamer?"
"I hadn't thought of that, sir."
"You will need a wharf."
"We need one; but I think we shall have to get along without one."
"Where would be a good place to have one?"
"The deepest water is just below the ferry-landing. We could get depth enough for this boat by running a pier out about forty feet. Ethan and I can build some kind of a wharf, when we have time."
Mr. Sherwood said no more about the matter, and Ben landed the visitors in the ferry-boat. The Woodville then ran down to the Goblins, and towed the raft out to the spot where the anchors lay. A boat grapnel was dragged over the spot, the cables hooked, and the anchors hauled up with the derrick on the raft, from which they were transferred to the steamer.
Having obtained these necessary appendages of the steamer, they returned to the landing for the ferry-boat, in which they intended to load the oil-casks, and convey them to Pointville. Ben was at the landing when she arrived, and without any invitation, stepped on board the ferry-boat, and thence to the steamer.
"Don't you want some help, Lawry?" asked Ben.
"Yes; we should be glad of all the help we can get," replied Lawry pleasantly.
"Well, I'll help you."
"We have a good deal of hard work to do to-day," added the pilot. "I would like to get the boat on the ways at Port Henry to-night."
"That can be done easy enough."
Ben Wilford seemed now to have adopted a conciliatory policy, but it was evidently done for a purpose. When the Woodville reached the Goblins, he worked with good will in loading the ferry-boat, which was towed over to Pointville, and her cargo discharged. The casks, which had drifted over to the eastern shore of the lake, were then picked up, and landed at the same place. The man who had carted them down to the shore was engaged to convey them back to the barn of the oil speculator. It was noon by the time this work was all accomplished; and the Woodville again crossed the lake, and came to anchor in the deep water above the ferry-landing, as close to the shore as it was prudent for her to lie. Ethan banked his fires, and the boys went on shore to dinner, one at a time; for after the experience of the preceding night they would not leave the steamer alone for a single moment.
After dinner, Mr. Sherwood, who appeared to be as much interested in the little steamer as though she had not changed her ownership, came on board again, accompanied by the ladies. It had before been decided that the carpets should be taken up, the muslin curtains removed, and such portions of the furniture and utensils as had been injured by the water should be conveyed on shore to be cleaned, and put in proper order for use. In this labor Mr. Sherwood's party and Mrs. Wilford assisted, and by the middle of the afternoon everything had been removed. Ben Wilford aided very zealously, and his mother hopefully concluded that he was sorry for what he intended to do, and wished to remove any suspicion of evil intentions on his part.
The Woodville was now going down to Port Henry, where the repairs on her hull were to be made, and the pilot and engineer were to remain on board. Ben promised faithfully to run the ferry during Lawry's absence; and, cheered by the party on the shore, the Woodville departed for her destination. She ran at half speed, but reached the port before sunset. The next morning she went on the ways, and her repairs commenced. During that time Ethan was constantly employed on the engine, and when the steamer was restored to her native element there was not a suspicion of rust on the machinery.
Lawry was also as busy as a bee all the time, scrubbing the floors, cleaning the paint, and polishing the brass-work. When the boat was ready to return to Port Rock, she was in condition to receive her furniture. She was launched early in the morning, and Ethan proceeded at once to get up steam. Both of the boys were in the highest state of expectancy and delight; and when Lawry struck the bell to start her, he was hardly less excited than when he had done so for the first time after the water had been pumped out of her. All the bunting was displayed at the bow and stern, and the Woodville now plowed the lake at full speed. Her happy owner realized that she was good for ten miles an hour, which, for so diminutive a craft, was more than he had a right to expect.
"Hello!" shouted Lawry to himself, as the steamer approached the ferry-landing; "what's that?"
In the deep water which the young pilot had indicated as the best place for a wharf, a pier was in process of erection. A score of bridge-builders were sawing, hammering, and chopping, and Mr. Sherwood stood in their midst, watching their operations. The structure was not complete, but the mooring posts were set up, so that the Woodville could be made fast to them. Mr. Sherwood and the workmen gave three cheers as the steamer approached.
"Run her up here, Lawry!" shouted his wealthy friend. "Aye, aye, sir."
"You have taken this job out of my hands, sir," said Lawry, as he glanced at the wharf.
"Yes; I thought I could do it better than you could, as your time will be fully occupied."
"I think I should have found time enough to do what I intended; but of course I couldn't have built any such wharf as this."
"It is none too good."
"But I ought to pay for it out of the money I may earn with the boat."
"Never mind that, Lawry," added Mr. Sherwood.
The young captain explained what had been done during his absence, and informed his interested friend that the steamer was in condition to receive her furniture.
"Shall you have her ready for a trip by to-morrow?" asked Mr.
Sherwood.
"Yes, sir."
"Because I have taken the liberty to engage her, in your name, for several parties."
"You are very kind, sir," replied Lawry.
"Have you fixed upon any price for her?"
"Ethan and I were talking over the matter. We shall need some help on board, and that will cost money. Coal is pretty high up here on the lake."
"Well, how much did you intend to charge for her by the day, or the hour?"
"We thought about three dollars an hour," replied Lawry, with much diffidence.
"Three dollars an hour! You are too modest by half," laughed Mr. Sherwood. "Make it five, at least. I told the parties I engaged for you that the price would not be less than fifty dollars a day."
"I'm afraid I shall make money too fast at that rate," added Lawry.
"No, you won't. It will cost a great deal of money to run the boat.
What do you pay your engineer?"
"I don't know, sir; we have made no bargain yet."
"If Ethan does a man's work, you must pay him a man's wages. I suppose he wants to make his fortune."
"What do you think he ought to have?" asked Lawry.
"Three dollars a day," replied Mr. Sherwood promptly. "I dare say Ethan would not charge you half so much; but that is about the wages of a man for running an engine in these times."
"I am satisfied, if that is fair wages; though it is a great deal more than I ever made."
"Engineers get high wages. Then you want a fireman."
"I can get a boy, who will answer very well for a fireman."
"I think not, Lawry. You need a man of experience and judgment. He can save his wages for you in coal. The man whom I employed as a fireman is just the person, and he is at the village now."
"What must I pay him, sir?"
"Two dollars a day. Then your parties will want some dinner on board, and you will need a cook, and two stewards. A woman to do the cooking, and two girls to tend the table, will answer your purpose. You can obtain the three for about seven dollars a week; but your passengers must pay extra for their meals, and you need not charge the expenses of the steward's department to the boat."
"If you expect to succeed, Lawry, you must do your work well. Your boat must be safe and comfortable, and your dinners nice and well served. You will want two deck-hands. Your expenses, including coal, oil for machinery, and hands, will be about twenty dollars a day. If you add repairs, of which steamboats are continually in need, you will run it up to twenty-five dollars a day."
"That will leave me a profit of twenty-five dollars a day," added
Lawry, delighted at the thought.