Motor Boat Boys Down the Danube Part 10

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Josh told him, and between the two mentors Buster resolved to bear up and show a brave front.

Jack was peeping out as if hoping to see some sign of the storm breaking. The boat meanwhile was wallowing dreadfully, showing that by degrees she must be turning sideways to the waves and the wind, the latter still blowing "great guns."

A vivid flash came just when Jack had the tarpaulin drawn aside, and made Buster give a loud cry.

"Oh, what a scorcher!" he exclaimed; "I thought I was struck at first."

The speedy crash that followed drowned the rest of his words.

"Any hope of its being over soon, Jack?" demanded Josh, as soon as he could make himself heard.

"Nothing doing that I could see," came the loud reply, for what with the howl of the wind and the dash of the agitated waters against the boat it was no easy matter to make oneself heard. "All black around. You can't see twenty feet away for the rain and the gloom."

"Jack, do you happen to know whether there's any rapids or falls along the Danube?" asked George presently.

"I'm not so sure about it," replied the other; "seems to me I did hear some talk about rapids or falls or something, though it may have been about the river away up above Vienna."

Buster at that found himself possessed with a new cause for alarm. He pictured Niagara Falls, and the powerboat plunging over the beetling brink, with four boys he knew full well fastened in its interior, helpless victims. Then as the mood changed he could see Whirlpool Rapids below the falls, through which no ordinary boat had been known to pa.s.s safely, but always emerged in splinters, after buffeting the half-hidden sharp-pointed rocks, and urged on by the frightful current.

"Listen! I thought I heard a distant roaring sound just then that might be the falls, fellows!" Buster broke out with.

Although the others all suspected that it was only the result of a lively imagination that caused him to say this, at the same time they could not help straining their hearing to ascertain whether there could be any truth in it.

"You fooled yourself that time, Buster," announced George finally, and with a vein of positive relief in his voice; "it must have been the rain coming down like a cloud-burst, or else the wind tearing through some trees ash.o.r.e."

The action of the boat continued to cause more or less anxiety.

Frequently when the wind struck savagely on the counter of the wallowing craft it would careen over so far that even Jack feared a catastrophe was impending.

Everything conspired to cause alarm--the darkness, the heavy crash of thunder, the blinding flashes of lightning that stabbed the gloom so suddenly, and the possibility of the boat turning turtle.

In the midst of this Jack was seen to be crawling out of the cover.

"What are you going to do?" shouted Josh.

"All of us have forgotten that we've got an anchor forward," Jack told him; "I'm going to drop it over. It may take hold; and anyway it's bound to keep our head into the storm by dragging!"

"Let me help you, Jack!" added Josh with his usual impulsiveness.

"You may come along, but no one else," he was told.

Of course, that was aimed primarily at Buster, for Jack could not forget how clumsy the fat chum always proved himself to be; and the chances were that he would manage to fall overboard did he attempt to crawl along the slippery sloping deck.

Once outside and Josh realized what a difficult thing it was going to be to get forward to where the anchor might be found. The little boat rolled and tossed like a chip on the angry seas. Josh felt almost dizzy with the motion, but he shut his teeth grimly together and resolved to stick it out to the end. If Jack could stand it surely he should be able to do the same. Besides, he would sooner die almost than let George see him show the white feather.

"Get a good hold before you move each time," called Jack in his ear; "and better grab me if you find yourself going!"

That was just like Jack's generous nature; he thought nothing of the added risk he was a.s.suming when he gave Josh this advice.

Josh would never be apt to forget that exciting experience as long as he lived. Except when the lightning came it was as impossible to see anything as though they were in the midst of a dark night; and even then all they could detect was what seemed to be a wall of gray fog enveloping them on every side, with the white-capped waves leaping and tossing like hungry wolves around them.

Of course, both boys were immediately drenched, but of this they thought nothing. Both had their coats off at the time, on account of the afternoon heat, which turned out to be a lucky thing for them, since their movements were apt to be less fettered and confined in consequence.

Foot by foot they made their way forward. Jack's advice to always retain one grip until the other hand could take hold of something ahead saved Josh more than once from being thrown overboard. A little recklessness would have cost him dear in a case like that.

Finally Jack seemed to have gained his end, for he was bending down over the anchor when a flash of lightning enabled the other boy to see him again. Josh, determined to have a hand in casting the mudhook overboard, hastened to join him.

"The end of the cable is fast all right, is it, Jack?" he shouted, as together they took hold of the rusty iron anchor.

"Yes. I made sure of that before we started, and tested the cable in the bargain," he was instantly a.s.sured.

It was a good thing some one had been so careful, for Josh himself had evidently not given the matter a single thought.

"Look out not to get a leg tangled in the rope, Jos.h.!.+" shouted Jack.

"I will, all right!" the other replied, knowing that in such an event he would be dragged overboard like a flash.

So the anchor was let go.

There was no result until the whole of the cable had been paid out. Jack waited anxiously to see what followed, though he knew fairly well it would steady the drifting boat and turn the bow into the storm again.

Both of them felt the sudden jerk that announced the expected event.

"She's turning right away, Jack!" bellowed Josh, trying to make himself heard above the heavy boom of the thunder's growl.

There could be no doubt on that score, for already the motions of the runaway motorboat seemed to be much less violent. Jack believed his scheme was going to be a success, and it pleased him to know that his wetting would not have been taken for nothing.

They lingered no longer, but started back toward the stern. It was not quite so difficult now to creep along the slippery deck, holding on to the cabin roof, and finally reaching the open well in the stern. A head was in sight, showing that one of the anxious chums could not rest easy until he learned what the result of the venture had been.

"You must have done it, fellows!" exclaimed Buster, for it was no other than the stout boy who had thrust his head out like a tortoise, "because she rides so much easier now. I knew Jack'd manage it if anybody could."

Drenched as they were, the two boys had to drop down under the tarpaulin. After all, that was a minor matter, since by their bold action they had warded off what might have turned out to be a grave disaster.

"Let her blow and thunder all she wants to now," said Josh triumphantly; "we've got the anchor trailing from the bow, and that's going to keep her nose in the wind. I've read how a vessel nearly going down in a hurricane has been saved by making a storm anchor out of hatches, or anything else that will float, and towing the same behind to keep the s.h.i.+p steady. That's what _we_ did, you see."

Josh was more than glad now he had insisted on accompanying the commodore in attempting to carry out his hazardous undertaking. It would give him an opportunity to swell with importance whenever the deed was mentioned, and to use the magical word "we" in speaking of the adventure. What boy is there who does not like to feel that he personally partook of the danger when brave things were undertaken and accomplished?

After that they settled down to wait. The storm must surely come to an end before a great while, and as they were now moving at less than one-half the mad pace they had been going before that drag had been inst.i.tuted, it seemed perfectly safe even to Buster.

"All I hope for now is that we don't run afoul of some half-sunken rock, or it may be a snag!" Josh was heard to say.

"We do know there are snags floating along, because you remember I struck one only yesterday," ventured Buster, referring, of course, to the log which, by catching his trailing fish hook, had dragged him overboard.

"Not much danger of that," Jack a.s.sured them; "they keep a pretty clear channel over here, it seems, even if we haven't met steamboats on the river like you would on the Mississippi. Given another ten minutes or so and I think we'll see the break in the storm we expect. It can hardly last much longer now."

"Must have done some damage ash.o.r.e, too, boys?" suggested George.

"So long as it hasn't killed off all the chickens, so we can't get any more eggs, that doesn't really concern us, I s'pose," said Buster, not meaning to be unfeeling in the least, but just then that seemed to be in the nature of a calamity in his mind.

Slowly the time pa.s.sed, but the boys were soon delighted to discover that there was actually a slackening up of the elements that had combined to make such a furious discord. The thunder became less boisterous, the wind lulled perceptibly, and even the waves had lost much of their force.

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