“Je-rusalem!” Jule exclaimed. “The name sounds fierce, all right!”
“Anyway,” Clay went on, “there’s a little stream enters the Ohio at Wolf Creek, and we can tie up there until morning. If they haven’t got any gasoline there, we can shoot over to the Indiana shore as soon as it gets daylight and see what we can do there.”
The suggested plan was carried out so far as entering the mouth of Wolf Creek was concerned. The first thing the boys did, however, was not to search the few stores the village boasted for gasoline. In the first place, they did not care to awaken the store keepers, as there was no necessity for their going on that night. In the second place, they desired to keep their arrival at the landing as quiet as possible, as some rumor of the show of arms at the landing above might have filtered down the river, in which case they would all be regarded with suspicion.
As soon as the boat was fairly at rest in the mouth of the creek, Alex opened the cabin door and announced in a joyous voice that dinner was served “in the dining-car.”
For the next hour the boys paid little attention to anything save the bountiful meal provided by their chum. Alex’s soda biscuit and hot apple pie proved very attractive to the hungry boys.
“Now then,” Alex declared, walking out on deck after leaving the table, “I’m going to bed for the night!”
“You’ve surely earned a little sleep!” Case grinned. “That’s the best dinner we’ve had in many a day.”
“Oh, I guess I can go some when it comes to cooking,” laughed Alex, “and I’ll wake up in shape to cook another good breakfast in the morning.”
“I’ll be thinking all night what we’re going to have for breakfast,” Clay suggested. “How did you ever come to think of that hot apple pie?”
Before Alex could answer the question, Jule caught him by the shoulder and pointed out to the surface of the river almost directly opposite the mouth of the creek.