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
The bow of the Maggie was toward Chap, and the little cabin prevented
him from seeing anybody who might be in the stern; but very soon it
was evident that there were persons on board of her, and that they were
awake.
There was a slight noise of people moving about, and directly the heads
of the two men were seen above the cabin. Chap instinctively dodged
behind the cabin of his own boat, but he kept his eyes fixed on the two
fellows, one of whom presently put a water-keg upon his shoulders, and
then, with rolled-up trousers and bare feet, both of them waded ashore.
They had anchored their boat in about a foot of water, thinking that if
they ran her on the sand, they might not be able to get off in a hurry
if occasion required them to do so.
It was now plain enough why they had come in here. They were out of
fresh water, and this was the only place for miles where any could be
obtained.
As he looked upon the two men who had treated him so badly and who
had been the cause of so much trouble and imminent danger to the
whole party, Chap began to feel angry. He had believed and steadily
asserted that the rascals had been let off entirely too easily, and now
his whole soul became filled with a desire to punish them for their
misdeeds. If he could meet them, one at a time, he would undertake
to give them in turn a good thrashing; but the cowards always kept
together, and he did not care to wake up his companions to assist in
the desired acts of retributive justice.
For some reason or other Adam and the boys never seemed to enter into
his plans in that whole-souled way which he would have liked. They
dampened his enthusiasm, and, as he frequently thought, he never felt
so much like a captain as when he was captain of himself.
When the two young men with the keg disappeared among the bushes in
the path which led to the spring--for this was one of the regular
camping-places on the river--one of those bright ideas to which Chap
was subject popped into his mind.
Gently taking down a double-barrelled gun, loaded with buckshot, from
the hooks in the cabin on which it hung, and moving very cautiously so
as not to awaken his companions, he stepped out on the sand.
He wore nothing but shirt and trousers, and, rolling up the latter, he
ran along the beach to the Maggie, waded out to her, and got on board.
Then, with his gun still in his hand, he slipped into the little cabin,
where he crouched on his hands and knees.
There was a curtain at the open end of the cabin, and Chap drew this in
front of him, so as to better conceal himself, leaving open a little
crack through which he might peep.
He had conceived the plan of remaining here until the two young men
had reappeared, and were about to come on board. Then he would suddenly
bounce out, and with loaded and cocked gun in hand, he would stop them
just where they stood, and then he would give them a piece of his mind,
and they should not move backward nor forward until he had said all he
had to say.
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