Randy of the River; Or, The Adventures of a Young Deckhand — John Shaqi
Randy of the River; Or, The Adventures of a Young DeckhandAlger, Horatio, Jr.
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Randy of the River; Or, The Adventures of a Young Deckhand
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; Bullies -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Poverty -- Juvenile fiction
"Well, if you can point out the thief I'll arrest him," said the
policeman. "Come, we'll take a look around."
This was done, but the boy in rags could not be found.
"Drat the luck! I suppose the money is gone fer good!" groaned Sammy,
and he was right. For he never saw either the boy or his cash again.
Sammy had expected to remain in the evening and see the fire-works, but
now his interest in the celebration was gone.
"Hain't got but two cents left!" he groaned. "Thet won't buy no supper
nor nuthin! It's lucky I've got a train ticket back. But I'll have to
walk to hum from the station, unless they'll tick me fer the stage
ride."
He walked around, still hoping to meet the lad who had robbed him. His
perambulations presently brought him to a spot where there was a pond
of water, in which some gold-fish were swimming. The gold-fish caught
his eye and he paused to watch them as they darted about.
He was leaning over, looking into the pond, when some boys came along
on a run. One boy shoved another and he fell up against Sammy. As a
consequence the country lad lost his balance and went into the pond
with a loud splash.
"Save me!" he spluttered. "I can't swim!"
"Wade out; it's only up to your middle!" sang out a man, and arising,
Sammy did as directed. He was covered with mud and slime and presented
anything but a nice appearance.
"This is the wust yet!" he muttered, and felt half like crying. "I
ain't going to stay here no more--I'm goin' straight fer hum!"
CHAPTER XI
RANDY TO THE RESCUE
The next day Randy went over to the Borden farm to finish up his work
there. To his astonishment Sammy was on hand and apparently eager to go
to work.
"Well, how was the celebration, Sammy?" asked our hero.
"No good."
"That's too bad."
"After this I'm a-goin' to stay to hum on the Fourth," went on Sammy,
as he began to fork over the hay vigorously. "I ain't goin' to no city
to be skinned."
"Did they skin you?"
"Jest about. A feller robbed me an' I was pushed into a duck pond."
"That's too bad."
"If I hadn't a-had my train ticket I'd had to walk home," went on
Sammy. "As it was, I had to borrow fifteen cents on the stage, to pay
fer thet ride. No more city celebrations fer me. I kin have all I want
right here at Riverport." And then Sammy related his adventures in
detail, to which our hero listened with much secret amusement.
Over at the Thompson place the ground had been plowed up in part, and
as soon as he left Jerry Borden Randy set to work in earnest to plant
late vegetables. For what our hero had done for the Bordens he was paid
in vegetables, and also received a rooster and four hens. This gave the
Thompsons their own eggs, for which the lady of the cottage was
thankful.
Randy was at work early one morning, when Jack appeared.
"Hullo, at it already?" sang out Jack. "I thought I'd find you still in
bed."
"I prefer to work when the sun is not so hot," answered Randy. "But
what brings you out at such an hour as this?"
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