Chums in Dixie | Page 3

inside of five minutes or so."
"Thet's all right, sah," returned the other, with a slight bow. "And such
bein' the case me and my posse had better be turnin' our attention in
another quarter. We're gwine tuh find that little scamp yet, and tickle
his hide foh him. When he goes back tuh his kind below, they'll
understand that weuns up-river don't tolerate thieves and brawlers in
ouh town. Good day, sah, and we sure hope you-all may have a
pleasant voyage; but we done warn yuh tuh look sharp when yuh gets
nigh the stampin' place o' the terrible McGee!"
The posse turned away, and went trooping back into the open woods.
Larry had listened to all that was being said with his mouth half open,
and a look of real concern on his face. He saw with a thrill that once the
leader of the crowd seemed to pause, as if to dispute with his men as to
what their next best course might be.
"Oh, do hurry, Phil!" cried the watching lad, as he jumped up from his
seat, and going ashore, started to unfasten the cable that held the motor
boat to a tree.
"In a minute or two, Chum Larry!" sang out; the other. "What's your
haste? Upon my word, I never knew you to act like that before.
Generally you're the last one to want to rush things. See here, was it the
visit of those fellows that upset you, Larry?"
"Yes, yes," answered the other, with a voice that actually trembled with

anxiety; "that Colonel Brashears is such a fierce fire-eater, and he
cracked that awful whip just like he itched to lay it on the bare back of
that poor little chap. Let's get out of this before they can come back.
Why, they might even want to search our boat, you know!"
"Oh! I guess there's no danger of that," laughed Phil. "Anyway, you can
see that they've gone into the woods again."
"And headed down-stream; notice that, Phil," went on the stout boy,
nervously. "Say, I'm going to unfasten the rope now, and let her swing
off on the current. It will give us a start, you know, and make me feel
easier."
"All right, let her slip," answered the engineer; "I'm just about ready to
turn the engine, and get power on her. Come aboard, Larry. We're off!"
Phil waved his hat, and gave a little cheer as the Aurora began to move
through the dark water of the stream, with her nose pointing due south.
The merry popping of her unmuffled exhaust told that the engine was
busily at work, even if turned on at part speed.
When he saw the shore slipping rapidly by Larry seemed to breathe
easier. Still, he kept his gaze fastened upon the woods, as though not
quite sure that the posse might not unexpectedly heave in sight again,
with a new demand.
For a short time there was silence aboard the rapidly speeding boat.
Phil busied himself with his engine, watching its performance with
more or less satisfaction; for his heart was set on mechanics, and he
anticipated great things of the motor he had put into his boat before
sending her south for this especial trip.
Larry on the other hand never once turned to look at the shore along the
larboard quarter; that which he knew sheltered the seven burly boy
hunters claimed all his attention.
"I wonder will they find the poor little chap?" Phil finally remarked;
showing that after all his thoughts were not wholly taken up with the

working of the engine at which he was gazing so proudly.
"Say, did you hear what he said about the swamp boy licking his Bob?"
demanded Larry, with sudden glee. "Don't you remember what we
thought of that big loafer; and how he seemed to lord it over all the
other boys of the town, when they came out in a bunch to see what our
boat looked like? I'm awful glad he got his, ain't you, Phil?"
"Sure I am," grinned the other. "Thought at one time I'd have to tackle
Bob on my own account, when he got so sassy; but I knew his dad
would make it rough for us, and I managed to hold in. Yes, he got only
what he deserved, I guess. And if I ever meet up with that swamp boy, I
declare I'd like to shake hands with him, and tell him he is all right for
doing what he did. It took some nerve to tackle Bob--just like a little
rooster going next door and licking the cock of the barnyard."
"Would you really like to tell him that?" exclaimed Larry, as he
clutched the shoulder of his chum; and Phil,