Captain Chap; or, The Rolling StonesStockton, Frank R.
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Captain Chap; or, The Rolling Stones
Stockton, Frank R.
Florida -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
Adam, who knew what desperate characters are occasionally found in
this part of the State, where officers of the law seldom make their
appearance, and where the few settlers and travellers are obliged
to depend in a great measure upon themselves for the preservation
of their lives and property, thought for a moment that if Chap had
offered opposition to the persons who had taken the boat, there was a
probability that he now lay at the bottom of the river. But he said
nothing of this to the boys, and he tried to dismiss from his own mind
the idea that anything so dreadful had happened.
The people who lived and travelled on the Indian River were generally
of a peaceful disposition, although lawless characters were sometimes
to be met with, and he tried to believe that this was nothing but some
wild freak, perhaps encouraged by the conduct of Chap.
“I tell you what it is!” cried Adam. “Our boat’s gone up that small
river we passed a mile or two below here. I don’t believe she’s had
time to get out of sight on the main stream. I haven’t been away more’n
an hour altogether, and there wasn’t any boat in sight when I left.
What we’ve got to do is to take this boat and go after her.”
“All right,” said the boys; and with a will the dirty little craft was
pushed off, and the three scrambled in.
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CHAPTER XII.
CHAP LEADS THE INDIANS.
It was not long before the Indian who had gone after his two hunting
companions returned with them to the place where Chap and the Indian,
whom we will call “The Talker,” were eating their mid-day meal.
The new-comers were duly introduced to Chap, and expressed their
willingness to take part in the expedition. Each of these men carried a
rifle, and the smaller and more quiet of the two Indians whom Chap had
first met was the only member of the party besides our friend who was
not armed.
Chap would have been very glad while leading this expedition to carry a
weapon of some kind; but as there was no weapon for him, he resolved to
cut a club as soon as he found a suitable limb or sapling.
If he could get a whack at the two fellows who pushed him out of the
boat, he felt that it would do him a great deal of good.
The newly-arrived Indians having made a hasty meal, there was no time
lost in starting. Chap placed himself at the head of the party, but he
had not gone far before he felt obliged to relinquish that position.
The path along which he had come, and which stretched out westwardly
through the forest, was a path worn by persons walking from a
landing-place on the tributary river to the spot on the main stream
where our friends had made their camp of the night before, which was
also a frequently used landing-place.
But the woods now before our party were closely overgrown, and it
required eyes better accustomed to the business than those of Chap’s to
readily find the path.
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