<h2 id="id00705" style="margin-top: 4em">CHAPTER XV</h2>
<h5 id="id00706">CLEVER WORK</h5>
<p id="id00707" style="margin-top: 2em">Imagine the horror of the six scouts when they realized that they were
now completely at the mercy of the storm, since the last barrier seemed
to have given way when the treacherous engine broke down.</p>
<p id="id00708">Even brave-hearted Thad Brewster felt that their case was desperate: and
he knew in his secret heart that if they managed to escape a serious
situation it must be through a narrow gap.</p>
<p id="id00709">At the same time Thad always made it a point to put on a good face when
up against trouble. This was of course partly done because of his
comrades, since, as the scout-master he felt more responsibility than
fell to the share of the rest.</p>
<p id="id00710">Bumpus had been hanging on like a good fellow. He greatly feared lest
some sudden violent lurch of the boat toss him headlong into that yeasty
sea; which he was gazing upon with terror.</p>
<p id="id00711">At the same time Bumpus had been closely observing the actions of the
eccentric motor, and was one of the first to discover that it had
petered out, giving up the ghost completely, as Giraffe would have said.</p>
<p id="id00712">"Oh! what can we do now, Thad?" shouted the stout scout, as usual
turning to the quick-witted one in an emergency; but for once even Thad
was at his wit's ends to know what to attempt, the situation was that
desperate.</p>
<p id="id00713">"Everybody hold on!" was all Thad called back.</p>
<p id="id00714">There was hardly any need of this injunction, for each fellow had
managed to brace himself, so that unless the boat actually "turned
turtle," or at least was thrown on her beam ends, they could not be
dislodged.</p>
<p id="id00715">Thad was straining his eyesight as best he could, endeavoring to see
ahead. The furious wind of course made this a difficult task, because it
not only sent the waves high, but as these broke into foam along their
crests, this was actually cut off as with an invisible knife, and blown
away in the shape of flying spud; so that the very air was surcharged
with a fine mist, rendering it hard to distinguish anything fifty feet
off.</p>
<p id="id00716">Of course it was the island that the young leader was striving to see
all this while. He knew as well as anything that the one slim hope
remaining to them must rest upon their chance of finding some sort of
shelter behind this oasis in the watery waste.</p>
<p id="id00717">At one time it had been Thad's hope that if the worst came they might
find themselves thrown on the windward side of Sturgeon Island. Now he
knew that this had been rendered an utter impossibility; because the
storm had swept down upon them so rapidly after their course was changed
that there had been no time for the cruiser to reach a position that
would bring about any such result.</p>
<p id="id00718">And then besides, the surf must be dashing high over that exposed end of
the rocky island, so that even though they struck, it might be on an
outer reef. In such a case who could say whether any of the boys would
manage to overcome the terrible difficulties lying in wait, and be
thrown up on a sandy beach, rather than dashed ruthlessly against the
cruel rocks?</p>
<p id="id00719">So Thad crouched there near the bow, holding on desperately, and hoping
for he hardly knew what, save that he seemed to have an inspiration
there presently would come a slender chance for them to survive the
blow.</p>
<p id="id00720">"There's the island!" yelled Giraffe, pointing to the right.</p>
<p id="id00721">Thad had seen it before the other thus called attention to the fact of
their being so near safety, yet unable to quite reach it.</p>
<p id="id00722">"But we're going along past it!" shrieked Bumpus. "Thad, ain't there
any way we could work in? Oh! think quick, please, or, it'll be too
late!"</p>
<p id="id00723">They were moving quite fast, with wind and wave joining forces to sweep
the little helpless craft along. Just as Bumpus had said, unless
something could be done immediately it must surely be too late; for once
they left the island behind, the whole immense inland sea would be
before them; and their hopes of surviving the storm must sink too close
upon the zero mark.</p>
<p id="id00724">Thad was thinking as fast as he could; indeed, his very brain seemed to
be on fire, such was the mental energy he was expending. But really
there was nothing in the wide world that could be done then.</p>
<p id="id00725">True, they had push-poles, but doubtless the depth of water would have
rendered these utterly useless, even had they started to handle them.
Nothing was to be hoped for in the direction of the engine, since that
had collapsed in the most cowardly fashion at the first swoop of the
blow.</p>
<p id="id00726">What then?</p>
<p id="id00727">Thad had made one little discovery that gave a slender promise of
succor; and it is strange upon what a small foundation hopes can be
built at such a time as this. He saw that the wind had shifted just a
little; but this was enough to carry the drifting launch a trifle toward
the side of the island.</p>
<p id="id00728">Now, it did not stand to reason that they would strike, no matter how
long that shore turned out to be; because there was enough current to
sheer them off; but when the lower end of the island was reached, Thad
really believed there might be a sudden inward sweep of the water that
had been so long held at bay by the rocky shore.</p>
<p id="id00729">There always is more or less of this eddy at the end of an island in a
river; and upon a large lake in our country it may be found as a rule
toward the eastern terminus, since the prevailing storms come from the
west, southwest and northwest.</p>
<p id="id00730">The only question with the anxious lad was whether this eddy would have
sufficient "pull" to drag them in behind the island. Upon that one
small possibility rested all their hopes.</p>
<p id="id00731">Thad knew that possibly he and his chums might render some assistance at
this critical moment, if so be they were ready.</p>
<p id="id00732">"Allan—Giraffe, come here!" he called out.</p>
<p id="id00733">The two scouts heard him above all the racket of the elements, which,
what with the howling of the wind, the breaking of the waves against the
boat, and the roar of the surf on the exposed end of the island,
amounted to a tremendous volume of sound.</p>
<p id="id00734">"Ay! ay!" Giraffe was heard to cry in return, as he proceeded to make
his way forward, clinging to every object that offered a stable hold,
because the wind seemed trying its level best to tear him away.</p>
<p id="id00735">Bumpus also heard the call, but as his name had not been mentioned he
dared not take it upon himself to move so much as one of his tightly
braced feet. He seemed to feel that if he did so it would be at the risk
of his life; and the thought of being cast adrift on that raging sea
filled him with actual terror.</p>
<p id="id00736">Could those boys have had a vivid picture of that scene just then, they
would never have been able to look at it again without shivering;
because their faces must certainly have expressed the sensations that
filled their hearts to overflowing.</p>
<p id="id00737">But Davy, as the official photographer of the patrol, was too much
concerned just then in holding on, to dream of making any use of his
vest pocket kodak; nor would it have been possible to have obtained any
sort of view under such stormy conditions as surrounded them.</p>
<p id="id00738">"What is it, Thad?"</p>
<p id="id00739">Giraffe asked this question as he and the other scout managed to come
close to where the patrol leader clung.</p>
<p id="id00740">"We've got a little chance when we get to the end of the island, don't
you see?" Thad bawled, making use of one hand to serve in lieu of a
speaking trumpet. "We're getting closer all the time, and will just
skim past the last rock. And then is our chance, when we strike the
eddy there always is beyond an island. Do you understand?"</p>
<p id="id00741">Both scouts nodded their heads violently, and Giraffe called out:</p>
<p id="id00742">"What d'ye want us to do, Thad?"</p>
<p id="id00743">"We must get the setting poles out, and be ready to try and push with
all our might and main when the time comes. Everything depends on
that!" Thad replied, also, at the top of his strong, young voice.</p>
<p id="id00744">"But it may be too deep!" objected Giraffe; though at the same time
fumbling with the rope that fastened one of the push-poles in question
to the deck alongside the cabin roof.</p>
<p id="id00745">"We've got to take the chances of that," Thad went on; "and besides, you
know it always shallows where the sand is washed around the point of an
island. Hurry, fellows, because we must be nearly there!"</p>
<p id="id00746">He lent a hand himself, for he saw that Giraffe was meeting with more or
less difficulty in releasing the pole toward which he had turned his
attention; though had the conditions been different, the boy might not
have had the slightest trouble about getting it free. The boat was
pitching so furiously, that he could only use one hand, because it was
necessary for him to grasp some hold, lest he be tossed overboard, as a
bucking bronco hurls an unsuspecting rider from the saddle by a quick
upward movement.</p>
<p id="id00747">Hardly had they secured possession of the two long and stout poles than
the end of the island hove in sight. They were very close to it now;
indeed, it almost seemed as though an agile fellow might have made a
flying leap, and with half-way decent luck manage to alight on the
sentinel rock that guarded this point.</p>
<p id="id00748">But no one tried that desperate game; in fact, it was doubtful whether
it even occurred to Davy or Step Hen before they had been carried past,
and the widening gulf rendered such a movement impossible of
accomplishment.</p>
<p id="id00749">But the three lads toward the bow of the drifting boat were desperately
engaged in trying to swerve the cruiser more and more behind the island,
ere they got so far that they would lose the benefits of the half-way
calm condition existing in the lee of the shore.</p>
<p id="id00750">Fortunately the water did prove to be fairly shallow at this point, just
as the scout-master had predicted; for vast quantities of sand had been
deposited there from time to time through such storms as the present
one, and also the melting of the ice that drifted there during each
breaking-up season for ages past.</p>
<p id="id00751">The poles easily reached bottom and secured a firm hold there, so that
the boys were enabled to throw their full strength upon the other ends.
And the Chippeway Bell was thus shoved around, so that the anchor, which
was watched by Step Hen and Davy Jones, could be easily thrown ahead,
thus preventing their drifting further away from the friendly shore.
And this having been accomplished the three scouts were almost ready to
drop down with fatigue, for they had worked strenuously.</p>
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