SAMS ADVENTURE AT HUMPBACK FALLS
For several minutes after Dick leaped overboard to Tom's
assistance, Sam's one thought was of his two brothers. Would they
reach the tree or the shore in safety? Fervently he prayed they
The tree went around and around, as a side current caught it, and
presently the whirlings became so rapid that Sam grew dizzy, and
had to hold tight to keep from falling off.
He saw Dick catch Tom from the back and start for shore, and then
like a flash the realization of his own situation dawned upon him.
He was on the tree with no means of guiding his improvised craft,
and sweeping nearer and nearer to the rapids of which he had heard
so much but really knew so little.
"I must get this tree to the river bank," he, said to himself, and
looked around for some limb which might be cut off and used for a
But no such limb was handy, and even had there been there would
have been no time in which to prepare it for use, for the rapids
were now in plain sight, the water boiling and foaming as it
darted over one rock and another, in a descent of thirty feet in
"This won't do!" muttered the boy, and wondered if it would not be
best to leap overboard and try to swim to safety. But one look at
that swirling current made
him draw back.
"I reckon I had best stick to the tree and trust to luck to pass
the rocks in safety," he muttered, and clutched the tree with a
firmer hold than ever.
The strange craft had now stopped circling, and was shooting
straight ahead for a rock that stood several feet above water. On
it went, and Sam closed his eyes in expectancy of an awful shock
which would pitch him headlong, he knew not to where.
But then came a swerve to the left, and the tree grated along the
edge of the rock. Before Sam could recover his breath, down it
went over the first line of rapids. Here it stuck fast for a
moment, then turned over and went on, throwing Sam on the under
The boy's feet struck bottom, and he bobbed up like a cork. Again
he clutched the tree, and on the two went a distance of ten feet
further. But now the tree became jammed between two other rocks,
and there it stuck, with Sam clutching one end and the water
rushing in, a torrent over the other.
For the moment the boy could do little but hold fast, but as his
breath came back to him he climbed on top of the tree and took a
look at the situation.
It was truly a dismaying one. He was in the very center of the
rapids, and the shore on either side of him was fifty to sixty
"How am I ever to get to the bank?" he asked himself. "I can't
wade or swim, for the current is far too strong. I'm in a pickle,
and no mistake. I wonder if Dick and Tom are on solid earth yet?"
He raised his voice into a shout, not once, but several times. At
first only the echoes answered him, but presently came a reply
from a distance.
"Sam! Sam! Where are you?" It was Dick calling, and he was
running along the bank alone, Tom being too exhausted to accompany
"Here I am--in the middle of the falls!"
"Out here--in the middle of the falls!"
"Great Caesar, Sam! Can't you wade ashore?"
"No; the current is so strong I am afraid to."
In a minute more Dick reached a spot opposite to where the tree
rested. As he took in the situation his face clouded in
"You are right--don't try wading," he, said. "If you do, you'll
have your skull cracked open on the rocks. I'll have to get a
rope and haul you off."
"All right; but do hurry, for this tree may start on again at any
To procure a rope was no easy matter, for nothing of that sort was
at hand, and the nearest farmhouse was some distance away. Yet,
without thinking twice, Dick set off for the farmhouse, arriving
there inside of five minutes.
"I need a rope, quick, Mr. Darrel," he said. "My brother is in
the middle of the Humpback Falls on a tree, and I want to save
"Why, Dick Rover, you don't tell me!" cried Joel Darrel, a farmer
who had often worked for Randolph Rover. "Sure I'll get a wash
line this minute!" and he ran for the kitchen shed.
Luckily the line was just where the farmer supposed it would be,
and away went man and boy, Dick leading, until the river bank was
"There he is, Mr. Darrel. How can we best help him, do you
The farmer scratched his head in perplexity.
"Hang me if I jess know, Dick," he said slowly.
"If we try to pull him straight to shore the current will carry
him over the rocks in spite of the line."
"How long do you suppose the line is?"
"It is fifty yards, and all good and strong, for I bought it of
Woddie only last week."
"Fifty yards--that is a hundred and fifty feet. Do you see that
spur of rock just above there?"
"Is it more than a hundred and fifty feet from that rock to the
"Hardly; but it's close figuring."
"Let us try the line and see."
Both walked up to the spur of rock they had in view. It jutted
out into the river for several yards, and was rather wet and
"Take care, or you'll go in too," cautioned Joel Darrel. "Shall I
throw the rope out?"
"You might try it," answered Dick. "I'll hold fast to your leg,"
and he squatted down for that purpose.
The line was uncoiled and thrown three times, but each time it
fell short and drifted inshore again.
"Hurry up!" suddenly yelled Sam. "The tree is beginning to turn,
and it will break loose before long."
"Let me try a throw," said Dick, and took the wash line. As he
made the cast, Tom came up on a walk, his head tied up in a
"Where is Sam?"
"Out there," said Joel Darrel, and watched the casting of the line
with interest. Again it fell short, but Dick's second throw was a
complete success, and soon Sam held the outer end of the line
"It reaches, and we have about fifteen feet to spare," said Dick
joyfully. "Sam, tie it around you." Scarcely had the word left
the younger brother's lips than the tree upon which he rested
wobbled and went over, and he found himself thrown into the
"Pull away, all hands!" cried Dick, and hauled in desperately,
while Joel Darrel did the same. Tom was not equal to the task,
but contented himself with holding fast to Dick's coat, that his
elder brother might not slip from the rock.
It was no light work to get Sam up the first rise of the rapids,
but once this rise was passed the rest was easy by comparison.
They pulled in steadily, and presently the boy reached the rock
and came up, looking very much like a dripping seal as he
clambered to safety.
"Thank fortune, you are safe!" cried Dick when it was all over;
and Tom said "Amen," under his breath. Joel Darrel looked well
satisfied as he coiled up the wash line.
"It was a narrow escape," he remarked presently. "You want to be
careful how you try to cross the river at this point. What were
you doing on the tree?"
"I was after a thief," answered Sam, and then he looked at Dick
and Tom. "Where is he?"
"Gone," returned Dick.
"A thief!" ejaculated Joel Darrel. "Whom did he rob?"
"He robbed me."
"Do tell, Dick! When?"
"About half an hour ago. I was coming from the Corners with the
mail, when he pounced on me near our berry patch and knocked me
down. He took my pocketbook and my watch, but Sam and Tom came
up, and we chased the fellow and got the pocketbook back."
"But he kept the watch?"
"Was it a good one?"
"It was a gold watch that my father paid sixty-five dollars for--and
the chain was worth ten; and, what is more, the watch was one my
father used to wear; and as he is gone now, I thought a good deal of
it on that account."
"That's natural, my boy. But where did the thief go?"
"Came across the river about quarter of a mile above here."
"Then he had a boat?"
"Yes--a craft painted brown, with a white stripe around her."
"That's Jerry Rodman's boat. He must have stolen her in the first
place to cross to your side."
"More than likely."
"But where did he go after he crossed the river?"
"Into the bushes, I guess. You see, Tom went overboard from the
tree and got struck, and I went to his assistance, so I didn't
notice exactly. I want to get back now and follow the rascal."
"I'll go along."
"I wish you would."
"In that case I won't try to keep up with you," put in Tom. "My
head is aching fit to split."
"Yes, you may as well take it easy," answered Dick. "But, say,
why not, walk up to the river road and see if the rascal heads in
"So I will, Dick. Will you go too, Sam?"
It was arranged that Sam should accompany and they set off
immediately, while Dick and Joel Darrel ran along the river bank
to where the rowboat had been abandoned.
Down where it was muddy it was easy to trace the tramp's
footprints, and they led through a meadow and across a cornfield,
coming out at a side road leading to the town of Oak Run.
"Well, where to next?" questioned the farmer, as he and Dick came
to a halt.
The youth shook his head. "It's so dry here the footprints are
lost," he returned slowly.
"That's true, Dick. But I reckon he went to Oak Run."
"Because he could catch a train from there which would take him
miles away--and I guess that is what he wants to do just about
"There is something in that."
"Besides, you know, the other end of the road ends up in the
woods. He wouldn't go there."
"I had best start for Oak Run, then."
"I'll go along."
The distance was a mile and a half, and they thought they would
have to walk it, but hardly had a dozen rods been covered than
they heard the sound of wagon wheels, and a grocery turnout and
came into sight driven by a boy Joel Darrel knew well.
"This comes in just right," observed Darrel to Dick. "Hi there,
Harry Oswald. Give us a lift to Oak Run, will you?"
"Certainly, Mr. Darrel," answered the grocery boy, and brought his
store wagon to a stop. The farmer leaped to the seat, and Dick
On the way Harry Oswald was made acquainted with the situation,
and he drove along with all possible speed. They were just
entering the outskirts of Oak Run when the whistle of a locomotive
"That's the down train for Middletown," cried Joel Darrel. "Hurry
The horse was whipped up, and they swept along to the depot at a
speed which made the constable of the town shake his fist at Harry
and threaten to arrest him for fast driving.
The words came from Dick, and he was right. Before the depot was
reached the long train had pulled out. Soon it was lost to sight
in the distance.
The thief was on it; and his escape, for the time being, was now