The Hallowell Partnership Part 22
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She looked at the huge, heavy bail.
"If that bail could reach camp to-night, they could s.h.i.+p it up and start to cutting immediately. It would mean seven or eight hours more of working time. But how to take it there!"
"There's a man yonder who owns a gasolene-launch," ventured the agent.
"It's a crazy, battered tub, but maybe----"
Marian looked out at the night: the black, sullen river; the ranks of willows swaying in the heavy wind; the thunder that told of approaching storm.
"Call that man over, please. Yes, I shall risk the trip up-river. That bail shall reach camp to-night."
CHAPTER XII
PARTNERS AND VICTORIES
"What time is it, miss?"
Marian put down the gallon tin with which she had bailed steadily, and looked at her watch.
"Almost midnight."
"Only midnight!"
The steersman gave a weary yawn and turned back to his wheel. Inwardly Marian echoed his discouraged word. It seemed to her that she had crouched for years in the stern of the crazy little motor-boat. Rain and spray had drenched her to the skin. She ached in every half-frozen bone. Yet she sat, wide awake and alert, watching her pilot keenly.
He was a poor helmsman, she thought. However, an expert would have found trouble in taking an overloaded launch up-stream against that swollen current and in pitch darkness. Worse, the weight of the heavy dredge-bail weighed the launch down almost to water level. Every tiny wave splashed over the gunwale. Marian bailed on mechanically.
She had had hard work to bribe the owner to risk the trip up-stream.
The men at Grafton had warned her, moreover, that she was running a narrow chance of swamping the launch, and thus of losing her precious piece of machinery, to say nothing of the danger to her own life. But all Marian's old timidity had fled, forgotten. Nothing else mattered if just she might serve her brother in his supreme need.
Through these four dreary hours the old commodore's quaint, frank words had echoed in her mind. And the commodore had been right, she owned, with a quiver of shame. Always, since their mud-pie days, Rod had done his part by her in full measure, generously, lovingly. Never, until these last days, had she even realized what doing her own part by Roderick might mean.
"Although I have been slower than my blessed old Slow-Coach himself in realizing what my life ought to count for. Well, as the commodore said, I have waked up at last. And mind this, Marian Hallowell! _You stay awake!_ Never, never let me catch you dozing off again!"
"There's the camp light yonder," the steersman spoke at last, with a sigh of satisfaction.
Marian peered ahead through the cold, blinding mist. Away up-stream shone a feeble glimmer, then a second light; a third.
"Good! And--there are the dredge search-lights! Only a minute more and we'll be there."
Only a minute it seemed till the launch wheezed up to the landing and swung with a thud against the posts. Marian stumbled ash.o.r.e.
"Mulcahy!" she called to the dark figure standing on the dredge deck.
"Send two men to unload the bail for us."
"Marian Hallowell! Where under the s.h.i.+ning sun did you come from?"
Roderick leaped from the deck to the sh.o.r.e and confronted his sister.
Then, in his horrified surprise at her daring risk, he pounced upon her and administered a scolding of such vigor that it fairly made her gasp.
"Of all the outrageous, reckless----"
"There, there, Rod! Look!"
Still breathing threatenings and slaughter, Roderick turned. Then he saw the huge new bail which the men were hoisting ash.o.r.e.
"So that's what it all means! That's why you came up on the early train! You brought that bail yourself, all the way. You risked your life in that groggy little boat! All on purpose to help us out! Marian Hallowell, I'd like to shake you hard. And for two cents I'd kiss you right here and now. You--you _peach_!"
Burford, awakened by the launch whistle, was hurrying down the bank.
Reaching the landing his eye fell on the precious new bail.
Utterly silent, he stared at it for a long rapt minute. Then, rubbing his sleepy eyes, he turned to Marian and Rod with a grin that fairly lighted up the dock.
"Now," he said, with slow exultation, "now--we've got our chance to win."
And win they did.
True, the water had already risen close to the dreaded three-foot danger-mark. True, neither of the boys had had half a dozen hours of sleep in three days. As for the laborers, they were f.a.gged and overworked to the limit of their endurance. But not one of these things counted. Not a grumbling word was spoken. This was their company's one chance. Not a man held back from seizing that chance and making good. Not a man but felt himself one with the company, a living vital element of that splendid struggling whole.
Marian and Sally Lou stood on the sh.o.r.e watching the dredge as the great dipper crunched its way through the last submerged barrier. The ca.n.a.l rolled bank full. Little waves swashed over the platform on which they stood. Pools of seep-water already gathered behind the mud embankment, which was crumbling into miry avalanches with every sweep of rising water against it. Not by any chance could the levee stand another hour. But even as the dredge cut that narrow pa.s.sage, the heavy overflow boiled outward into the river beyond. Minute by minute the rough surface of the ca.n.a.l was sinking before their watching eyes.
Now it had fallen from six inches above to high-water mark; now to three inches below; now to mid-stage--and safety.
As the freed stream rolled out into the river, a great cheer rose from the laborers crowded alongsh.o.r.e. Roderick and Burford stayed aboard the dredge until it was warped alongside the dock and safely moored.
Then they crossed to land and joined the girls. Neither of the boys spoke one word. They did not seem to hear the shouts and cheers behind them. There was no glow of success on their sober faces. Perhaps their relief was so great that they were a little stunned before its wonder.
Victory was theirs; but victory won in the face of so great a danger that they could not yield and feel a.s.sured of their escape.
"We cannot reach head-quarters on the telephone, of course. But, by hook or crook, one of you boys must get a despatch through to Mr.
Breckenridge. Think of being able to tell him that you have deepened the ca.n.a.l straight through to the river, so that the whole lower half of the district is safe from overflow! And that you have moved all these costly, treacherous machines down-stream without one serious accident, without so much as a broken bolt! It is too good to be true."
"I'll take a launch and sprint down to Grafton and wire our report from there," said Burford. His tense face relaxed; he broke into a delighted chuckle. "Think of it: this once I can actually enjoy sending in my report to head-quarters! I'd like to write it out instead of wiring it. I'd put red-ink curlycues and scroll-work dewdabs all over the page. Think, Hallowell, you solemn wooden Indian!
The crest of this flood is only two hours away. By noon the highest level will reach our ca.n.a.l. But it can't flood our district for us, for--for we got there first!"
His rosy face one glow of contentment, he started toward the pier. But as he was about to step aboard the duty-launch, Roderick hailed him sharply.
"Wait, Burford. Somebody is coming up the big ditch. A large gray launch, with a little dark-blue flag."
"What!"
Burford sprang back. He shaded his eyes and looked down the ca.n.a.l.
Then, to Rod's amazement, he sat down on a pile of two-by-fours and rocked to and fro.
"Whatever ails you, Burford?"
"Whatever ails me, indeed!" Burford choked it out. His ears were scarlet. His eyes were fairly popping from his head with delight. "Oh, I reckon I won't bother to send that report to head-quarters, after all. I'll just let the whole thing slide."
Rod gaped at him.
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