CHAPTER VII.
THE TERRORS OF THE STORM.
After that one feeling of horror both the boys recovered more or less of their ordinary ability to meet danger, and overcome it.
It was Maurice who sprang to the door, and threw it open.
As he pushed out upon the narrow deck of the float he could not but be appalled by the sight that met his wondering eyes.
Just as he had suspected so strongly, they had broken away from the anchorage. Doubtless the rope had been frayed by some sharp- edged stone, and when that unusual gust swooped down upon them it gave at the weakest part.
Out on the river little could be seen save a jumble of foamy waters, that seemed to be tumbling wildly over and over, driven by the furious blast from the north.
Maurice turned his eyes toward the other side, for it was in that quarter his deepest interest lay.
Back of the clouds there was a pretty good-sized moon still above the western horizon, so that this helped lighten what would otherwise have been inky darkness.
Hence, Maurice could make out the tops of the trees on the bank of the river, as they were outlined against the lighter heavens.
"We're just humming along!" he shouted, as he noticed how the tree-tops seemed to be constantly shifting, owing to the progress of the boat downstream.
"The worst of it is we seem to be drifting out all the while!" was what Thad called, as he, too, sized up the situation.
Both of them knew what this meant.
Once they were swept far out upon the bosom of that madly agitated flood, and the chances of the gallant old shanty-boat remaining right-side-up would be very scanty.
"We must fight against that with all our might!" yelled the other, as he pushed back to where the sweep was to be found. They set to work with every pound of force they could bring to the front. Again and again was the long oar dipped into the water, and made to press against the rush of the current.
"How is it?" gasped Maurice, after they had been employed in this manner for some five minutes, each sixty seconds filled with anxiety.
"I think we are about holding our own!" replied Thad.
"Is that all? Then how can we ever get her in nearer the shore?" demanded his chum, forlornly, as he continued to tug away.
"Have to trust to luck for that," came the immediate reply.
"Tell me how?" implored Maurice, who somehow failed to grasp the situation quite as accurately as the other.
"The shore lines change constantly, you know."
"Yes, that's so; but we might open up a big pocket at any time, as soon as strike a point sticking out," suggested Maurice.
"Sure. That's what I meant when I said we'd have to stick everlastingly at it, and trust to luck for the rest," replied his comrade.
Perhaps it was because Thad had been up against hard knocks more than his friends, but one thing was evident—when trouble of this kind came he seemed able to show a better and more hopeful spirit than Maurice.
Another short space of time passed.
"Say, this is working our passage all right!" came from Maurice.
"But so long as we hold our own we ain't got a thing to say. And I think we're doing that, don't you, Maurice?"
"I did a minute ago, but just now it strikes me the trees kind of look further away."
"That's a fact, they do; but mebbe it's only a little bay before we strike that point, you know," continued the other lad.
They dared not halt a single minute in their labor, for fear lest the boat be carried further out on the raging river.
"How are you—feel cold?" asked Thad, a little later.
"Not much—I'm as warm as toast, all but my hands, and they're freezing. But where's the land, Thad? Can you see anything of those bully old trees, partner?"
"Mighty little just now; but I'm hoping they ain't going to give us the shake just yet. That would be mighty mean, when we think so much of 'em!" said the second willing worker, as he tugged and strained with all his power.
It really looked more perilous than ever around the bobbing shanty-boat, which was now being tossed about on the water very much after the style of a cork.
And if the waves ran so high close to the shore what must they be far, far out yonder toward the middle of the mighty stream?
Neither of the tugging lads wanted to picture the scene; indeed, they had all they could manage in considering how the wabbly craft might be piloted so as to once more hug the friendly shore.
Presently a shout from Maurice, rather feeble it must be confessed, for he was short of breath just then, announced that he had made some sort of happy discovery.
"Land! land!" he exclaimed, hoarsely, just as a shipwrecked sailor on a floating raft might cry as an island hove in sight.
And Thad could easily see the tree-tops again, outlined against the gray heavens; yes, they were closer than for some time, and to his excited imagination seemed to be even looming up more and more positively.
"We're getting there, old chap; give her another good dig, and follow it up with yet another!" he managed to cry.
"Hurrah! that's the way to do it! Again, my hearty, and all together with a will! She moves in, Thad; we're going to make the ripple!"
"Wait!" said the more cautious Thad; "don't shout till you're out of the woods."
But nevertheless he too seemed to feel that more than half the battle was won, since they had passed over a wide bayou without any accident, and were now once again close to the land.
How eagerly their young eyes hung upon those shifting tree-tops, as they hurried by; never before had the dry land seemed quite so glorious as at that particular moment; and they felt that it would be a happy event if they could but plant their feet again on it.
Maurice knew something of the river, but Thad had studied the oddities of the Ohio for many a moon, while living upon its breast.
He knew, for instance, that when a bayou was struck the chances were there would be a point of land jutting out immediately below it, formed by the dirt swept out by the erratic current.
And this was just what he was hoping to find now.
Of course the swift tide would never allow them to land on the upper side of that cape; but if they could only take advantage of its inward sweep beyond, they might succeed in getting into comparatively still water, where the anchor would hold.
They fought "tooth and nail," as Thad said, to accomplish such a result.
"We're passing the point!" shouted Maurice, ending with a groan.
"Keep working! The current sets in just below, and we want to ride along with it," answered his chum.
Then Maurice saw a great light, and realized what his comrade had in mind.
"The trees are further away!" he could not help saying.
"Yes, but the water ain't near so sassy; don't you see how we are pushing the old tub in closer all the while? When I say the word you jump for the anchor, and let her slide!"
"Oh!"
Maurice was encouraged to work again with renewed vigor, for hope had once more found a lodgment in his soul.
Hardly had ten seconds passed before the voice of Thad rang out above the clamor of the wind, and the breaking of the waves against the stern of the laboring shanty-boat.
"Now! do it!"
And Maurice, dropping away from the sweep, made a hasty jump for the place where the anchor and its cable lay.
In his haste he must have made a misstep, for suddenly Thad saw him stumble and vanish over the side into the boiling waters of the Mississippi!
A feeling of horror shot through the heart of the boy as he thus witnessed the catastrophe that had overtaken his chum.
He forgot all necessity for remaining on guard at the sweep, in order to prevent the boat from being carried out; but abandoning his trust he sprang toward the spot where he had last seen Maurice.
Throwing himself down on his chest he endeavored to penetrate the almost inky darkness that rested upon the water at that particular place.
But not a thing could he see at first; it was as though those treacherous waters had swallowed up his friend forever!
And just then he became aware of the fact that there was a sudden change in the movement of the shanty-boat, which instead of continuing to whirl down-stream seemed to be brought to a stop, and was tugging violently at some object that persisted in restraining her onward progress!
THE ANCHOR!
Yes, in his plunge Maurice must have knocked this over the side, and the heavy object, swiftly reaching bottom in that shallow spot, had brought the wild cruise of the craft to an abrupt conclusion.
But Maurice—dear would the safety of the old boat have been purchased, had he been swept away, to be possibly drowned in the flood, encumbered as he was with all his clothes.
"Wow!"
Thad heard this sound, although he could see nothing; and a thrill shot through him at the consciousness that it must have been made by his chum.
"Where are you, Maurice?" he shrilled, eager to lend what assistance lay in his limited power.
"Holding on to the cable of the anchor, and swallowing a pint of yellow stuff every breath!" came back in broken sentences, as though the speaker might be ejecting some of the surplus fluid whenever the opportunity offered.
So Thad gripped the rope and tried to shorten the extent of its holding; but he found this a greater task than he had bargained for, and indeed, utterly impossible, with all that sweep of the river to buck against him.
"Wait! it's all right, and I'm coming!" he again heard the other say; and this time it seemed as though the voice must be much closer.
Then he caught his first glimpse of Maurice, amid all the foam in the rear of the boat, where the onrushing flood failed to start the anchored craft from her moorings.
In another minute he could reach out a helping hand, which being seized upon by the imperiled lad, Maurice was soon brought close enough, to admit of his climbing over the low gunwale.
"Gee! that was a close shave, though!" he gasped, as he sat up, the water pouring from him in rivulets.
Thad was pumping his hand like a machine, and almost crying in his hysterical delight.
"Oh! you gave me an awful scare, old fellow, you sure did! I thought you was a goner, and felt like jumping in, too, myself. It would be mighty tough to lose you, Maurice, mighty tough!" he kept saying as he squeezed the other's hand.
"Well, a miss is as good as a mile; and the only thing I'm thinking of just now is a way to get warm. My teeth are rattling together like the dickens. It was just comfortable in the water; but this air cuts through me like a knife!" said Maurice, getting up on his knees.
"You must go inside at once, and I'll have the fire booming in a jiffy. Never mind the boat; I reckon that rope will hold us here all right till morning. When you are warm I'm going to come out and see if I can put another anchor of some sort over. We've got a rope and that fine big stone, you know. Shoo, now, and get into the coop, you!"
In this fashion did Thad chase his chum indoors.
He busied himself with the fire, and it was not long before he had the interior of the cabin feeling comfortable.
And while the boat pitched and plunged, yet seemed to hold her own against the raging storm, Maurice changed his clothes, and was presently feeling none the worse for his involuntary bath.
Long before this the other had slipped out to fulfill his programme with regard to the second anchor.