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"He's got a boat and is going to Tubby's rescue," cried Grace.
"But see Tubby flounder around!" Frankie observed. "Why! that boy couldn't sink if you filled his pockets with flatirons!"
"There! he _is_ going under," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the more timorous Mina.
"Dave will get him, all right," declared Wyn, with confidence.
She and Dave Shepard had been good chums since they were both in rompers. Her girl friends might tease Wyn sometimes about Dave; but the girl had no brothers and Dave made up the loss to her in every way.
"Oh! he's going to spear him with that boathook!" gasped Mina again.
And really, it looked so. Tubby Blaisdell was splas.h.i.+ng about in the pool before the canoe landing like a young grampus. Tubby was always getting into more or less serious predicaments, and he always "lost his head" and usually had to be aided by his friends.
In this case Dave Shepard prepared to literally spear him in the water.
Dave--who was a tall, athletic boy, with a frank, pleasant face, if freckled, and close-cut brown curls in profusion--had driven the flat-bottomed skiff he had obtained from a neighboring landing, across the pool, and now, standing erect in the boat, with a single lunge impaled upon the boathook the tail of Tubby's coat.
His chum was going down, as Dave thrust the boathook; for the unfortunate victim of the accident had swallowed a quant.i.ty of water when he dived with the plank from the eaves of the roof of Canoe Lodge.
There was no time to lose if Dave wished to rescue Tubby before serious injury resulted to the unfortunate fat youth.
It was something of a feat to bring Tubby Blaisdell alongside the skiff and haul him inboard without overturning the boat. But Dave accomplished it to the admiration of the girls--even to Bessie's satisfaction.
"Well, I'm glad he got Tubby out," said that damsel, nodding her head.
"Glad to know that you are so humane, Bess," laughed Frank.
The girls trooped out to learn at closer range if the Blaisdell youth was really injured or only exhausted.
He lay panting like a big fish in the bottom of the skiff. It was altogether too cold an evening for him to be exposed in his wet clothing. When the skiff's nose b.u.mped into the sh.o.r.e, Dave Shepard leaped out with alacrity and secured the painter to a post.
"Get up out of there, Tubby!" he commanded. "You'll get your death of dampness. Come on!"
"Oh--oh--oh! I can't," chattered the fat youth. "I--I'm fr-roze to the ve-ry mar-row of m-m-my bones!"
"The chill has struck in awful deep, then, Tubby," cried Frank Cameron, from the river bank.
"Come on out of that!" commanded Dave. "I'm going to run you home so that you will not get cold."
"Me?" chattered Blaisdell, rising like a turtle out of its sh.e.l.l. "Run me home? Wh-wh-why, I c-c-couldn't do it. You know I couldn't r-r-run that far, Dave."
"He must go right in by our fire and get warm," declared Wyn, quickly.
"Get your things, girls, and we'll all go home and leave Dave and Tubby to enjoy that nice fire Grace built."
"That wet boy all over our nice rug!" exclaimed Bessie. "I object."
"Don't be hateful, Bess," admonished Grace.
"But what was he doing on our roof?" demanded the girl who claimed that she did not like boys.
At this Dave burst into a great laugh and was scarcely able to drag Tubby ash.o.r.e.
"It's a wonder he didn't come right through on our heads," complained Frank. "He's so heavy."
"But he _would_ do it," declared Dave, still laughing as he helped his fat friend up the bank to the door of Canoe Lodge. "It would have been a real good trick, too, if Tubby hadn't slipped."
"Always up to mischief!" sniffed Bessie Lavine. "That's why I dislike boys so."
"I don't see what he could do on our roof," said Wyn, wonderingly.
"And he had no business there!" cried Grace.
"Why," explained Dave, for Tubby could not defend himself. "We saw Grace making the fire, and we knew the wood was green. It made a big smudge coming out of the chimney, and Tubby thought he had a brilliant idea."
"I know!" exclaimed Frankie. "He had that plank to put over the top of our chimney. We'd have been smoked out, sure enough."
"That's it," chuckled Dave. "Tubby got up all right, and he got the plank up all right. But just as he tried to lift the plank to the top of the chimney his foot slipped, the board dropped, he fell on it as if he was coasting down hill, and--you saw the rest!"
"Oh--oh!" chattered Tubby. "Come on in and let me get--get to--to th-that f-f-fire. I'm _frozen_!"
"Here's the key, Dave," said Wyn, laughing (for the fat youth _did_ look so funny), "and you can lock up when you go home and bring the key to my house. Don't you boys make a mess in here for us to clean up," she added.
"But they will. Boys always do," declared Bessie Lavine.
"Well, thank goodness, it won't be _my_ turn to clean up after them, or make another fire," declared Grace.
"They will do no damage," returned Wyn, with a.s.surance, as the girls trooped away from the boathouse toward the town.
"They have to keep their camp clean," declared Frank. "I know that.
Professor Skillings may be forgetful; but he is very particular about _that_. Ferdinand Roberts told me so."
"I expect those horrid Busters _do_ know a lot more than we do about camping."
"Indeed they do," sighed Grace. "How'll we ever put up a tent big enough to house seven?"
"The boys will help us," declared Wyn.
"I expect we'll have to let them," grumbled Bess. "Or else pay a man to do it for us."
"My goodness me!" laughed Frances Cameron. "It must be a dreadful thing to hate boys like Bess does! They're awfully bad sometimes, I know----"
"Look at what those two boys tried to do to us this very evening,"
exclaimed Bessie.
"Oh, Tubby's always up to some foolishness," said Percy, laughing.
"And that Dave Shepard is just as bad!" cried Bess Lavine, tossing her head.
"Wyn won't agree with that statement," chuckled Frank.