Fenn Masterson's Discovery Part 7

The boys had often made the trip to Lake Erie, and there was little of novelty for them in this. But, when the steamer had gotten well out on the big body of water, they crowded to the rails, for they had never been out so far as this before.

"It's almost as good as an ocean voyage," exclaimed Bart.

"What are you thinking of, Stumpy?" asked Frank, noticing that his short chum was rather quiet.

"I know," declared Ned. "He's wondering if he'll see Ruth."

"Oh, you--" began the badgered one, when the attention of the boys was taken from tormenting their chum by several sharp blasts of the _Modoc's_ whistle. There was an answering screech and Frank suddenly exclaimed:

"Look there, boys!"

They all looked. On the port side, bearing right down on them, and coming at full speed, was an immense grain barge. It appeared to be unmanageable, for the whistle was frantically blowing, and a man in the pilot house was waving his hand.

"Toot! Toot! Toot! Toot!" screamed the whistle of the _Modoc_.

"She's going to ram us!" cried Fenn. "We can't get out of the way in time!"

There was a confused jangling of bells from the _Modoc's_ engine room, followed by more whistles, and then the steamer began to swing around.

But still the grain barge came straight on. A collision seemed inevitable.

CHAPTER VII

AN ELEVATOR BLAZE

From somewhere Captain Wiggs reached the deck on the jump. He tore past the boys on the run, and fairly burst into the door of the pilot house, where the first mate was in charge.

"We'd better get ready to jump!" cried Frank. "It looks as if we were going to be cut in two."

"Grab life preservers!" shouted Ned. "Here are some back here!"

He turned to lead the way to where, under an awning, some of the cork jackets were hung in racks. Before he could reach them a peculiar s.h.i.+ver seemed to run over the _Modoc_.

"She's. .h.i.t us!" yelled Bart. "Everybody jump!"

The boys made a rush for the rail, intending to trust to their swimming abilities rather than to chance remaining on the steamer after the grain barge had hit her.

But their plans were suddenly frustrated for, as they reached the rail, something that towered away above their heads loomed up, and the grain vessel came sliding along side of the _Modoc_, just as if the two craft were about to tie up together for loading purposes.

The grain barge only b.u.mped gently against the side of the steamer. The shrill whistles ceased. The jangling bells were silent. By the narrowest of margins a bad collision had been avoided.

Out of the pilot house came Captain Wiggs, running along the rail until he came opposite the pilot house of the grain barge. Then, standing on a signal flag locker the commander addressing the man in charge of the vessel which had given them all such a scare, exclaimed:

"Say, what in the name of the Sacred Cow are you trying to do, anyhow?

Don't you know how to steer, you inconsiderate slab-sided specimen of an isosceles triangle!"

"Sure I know how to steer," replied the man, who was as cool as the captain was excited. "I was steering boats when you was a baby. But I'd like to know how in the name of Billy Hochswatter's mud-turtle any one can manage a boat when the steam steering gear breaks just as another vessel gets in front of me."

"Oh, then that's different," replied Captain Wiggs, with an understanding of the difficulties of the situation.

"Yes, I guess it is," retorted the other.

"Why didn't you use the hand gear?" asked the commander of the _Modoc_.

"That got jammed just as they were swinging my boat around, and all I could do was to signal for a clear course."

"Well, I gave it to you, but I almost had to rip my engines off the bed plates to do it," retorted Captain Wiggs. "I reversed at full speed, and swung that wheel around until it looked like a spinning top. Only for that we'd be on the bottom of the lake by now."

"That's right," agreed the other pilot. "You had your nerve with you.

Well, as long as there's no damage done I s'pose you can go ahead. I'll have to lay-to for repairs."

"Um," was all Captain Wiggs replied, for he had not quite gotten over his scare, used as he was to narrow escapes from danger. Slowly the _Modoc_ was backed away from the side of the grain barge, and, when at the proper distance, she was sent ahead again, the other craft coming to anchor.

"I hope I don't meet him again this voyage," murmured Captain Wiggs, as he walked up to where the four chums stood. "He's the most unlucky fellow I know. Something is always happening to his boats."

"Who is he?" asked Ned.

"Captain Streitwetter. He's a German from Germanville. Did you hear him mention Billy Hochswatter's mud-turtle?"

"Yes," said Bart. "What did he mean?"

"That is a story," replied Captain Wiggs gravely, "which can only be told after the dinner dishes are washed. You'd better look after them,"

and with that he walked away.

"There he goes again!" exclaimed Frank. "You never know what he is going to say. I believe he's stringing us."

"I almost know it," retorted Fenn. "It's only a way he has, but the trouble is we don't know whether or not he wants us to do the things he says. I wonder if we had better do anything about the dishes?"

"Of course not," said Frank. "The cook sees to that."

"But maybe the cook is sick," insisted Fenn. "Captain Wiggs might want us to help."

"If I thought so I'd offer at once," put in Ned. "I used to do it at home, once in a while, to help out."

"I'll go ask him," volunteered Fenn, and he started to find Captain Wiggs, when he was halted by seeing the commander step from behind a pile of boxes. The captain was laughing heartily.

"That's the time I had you guessing; didn't I?" he demanded. "Wash the dishes. Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho! That's pretty good!"

The boys, looking a bit sheepish, soon joined in the merriment at their expense, and the little pleasantry served to banish the nervous feeling that remained after the narrow escape from the collision.

"Billy Hochswatter's mud-turtle!" repeated the captain. "That's what Captain Streitwetter always says when he's excited. I don't believe there ever was such a person as Billy Hochswatter."

"I either," added Fenn.

"I must go down to the engine room to see if we suffered any damage,"