CHAPTER XIV
THE REPULSE
As the squall threatened in the northwest, it had been observed by manyon the shores of Lake Honotonka--and many on the lake itself, as well.Sailing craft had run for havens. The lake could be nasty at times andthere might be more than a capful of wind in the black cloud that spreadso quickly over a sky that had--an hour before--been of azure.
Had the two girls from Green Knoll Camp been observed by the watermen asthey embarked in their canoes at Meade's Forge, they might have beenwarned against venturing far from the shore in those cockleshells. ButWynifred and Bessie had not been observed, so were not warned.
The squall had come down so quickly that they were not much to beblamed. It had startled other people on the lake--and those much moreused to its vagaries.
In a cove on the north shore a small cat-rigged boat had been driftingsince noon-time, its single occupant having found the fishing very good.This fisher was the boatman's daughter, Polly Jarley.
She had now a splendid catch and she knew that, if the wind held true, asharp run to the westward would bring her to Braisely Park. At some oneof the private landings there her fish would be welcomed--she could getmore for them than she could at the Forge, which was nearer.
But the squall gathered so fast that she had to put aside the thought ofthe run down the lake. The wind would switch about, too, after thesquall. That was a foregone conclusion.
She waited until the blow was past and then saw that it would be quiteimpossible to make the park that afternoon and return to the landing intime for tea. And if she was later her father would be worried.
Mr. Jarley did not like to have his girl go out this way and work allday; but there seemed nothing else to be done this summer. They owed somuch at the stores at the Forge; and the principal and interest on thechattel mortgage must be found before New Year or they would lose theirfleet of boats. And as yet few campers had come to the lake who wishedto hire Mr. Jarley's boats.
So by fishing (and none of the old fellows who had fished Honotonka foryears was wiser about the good fishing places than Polly) the girl addedfrom one to two dollars every favorable day to the family income.Sometimes she was off by light in one boat or another; but she did notoften come to this northern side of the lake. This cove was at least tenmiles from home.
As the last breath of the squall passed, the wind veered as she hadexpected, and Polly, having reeled in her two lines and unjointed thebamboo poles, stowed everything neatly, raised the anchor, or kedge, andset a hand's breadth of the big sail.
The canvas filled, and with the sheet in one hand and the other on thearm of the tiller, the girl steered the catboat out of the cove and intothe rumpus kicked up by the passing squall.
The girls of the Go-Ahead Club would surely have been frightened hadthey been aboard the little _Coquette_, as the catboat was named.She rocked and jumped, and the spume flew over her gunwale in anintermittent shower. But in this sea, which so easily swamped thecanoes, the catboat was as safe as a house.
Polly was used to much rougher weather than this. In the summer LakeHonotonka was on its best behavior. At other seasons the tempests toredown from the north and west and sometimes made the lake so terrible inappearance that even the hardiest bateau man in those parts would notrisk himself in a boat.
Polly knew, however, that the worst of the squall was over. The lakewould gradually subside to its former calm. And the change in the windwas favorable now to a quick passage either to the Forge or to herfather's tiny landing.
"Can't get any fancy price for the fish at Meade's," thought Polly. "Ihave a good mind to put them in our trap and try again for Braisely Parkto-morrow morning."
As she spoke she was running outside the horns of the cove. She couldget a clear sweep now of the lake--as far as it could be viewed from thelow eminence of the boat--and she rose up to see it.
"Nobody out but I," she thought. "Ah! all those folk at the end of thelake ran in when the squall appeared. And the girls and boys overyonder----"
She was peering now across the lake ahead of the _Coquette's_ nose,toward the little island where was Cave-in-the-Wood Camp, and at GreenKnoll Camp, where the girls from Denton were staying.
Her face fell as she focused her gaze upon the bit of high, green bankon which the sun was now shining again so brilliantly. She rememberedhow badly she had been treated by Bess Lavine only that morning.
"I can't go over there any more," she muttered. "That girl will neverforget--or let the others forget--that father has been accused of beinga thief. It's a shame! A hateful shame! And we're every bit as good asshe is----"
Her gaze dropped to the tumbling wavelets between her and the distantgreen hillock. She was about to resume her seat and catch the tiller,which she had held steady with her knee.
But now her breath left her and for a moment she stood motionless--onlygiving to the plunge and jump of the _Coquette_ through the choppywaves.
"Ah!" she exclaimed again, after a little intake of breath.
There were two round objects rising and falling in the rough water--andfar ahead. They looked like cocoanuts.
But a little to one side was a long, black something--a stick of timberdrifting on the current? No! _An overturned boat._
There was no mistaking the cocoanut-like objects. They were human heads.Two capsized people were struggling in the lake.
Polly, in thirty seconds, was keenly alive to what she must do. Therewas no time lost in bewailing the catastrophe, or wondering about theidentity of the castaways.
Who or whatever they were they must be saved. There was not another boaton the lake. And the swimmers were too far from land to be observedunder any conditions.
The wind was strong and steady. The wavelets were still choppy, butPolly Jarley never thought of a wetting.
Up went the sail--up, up, up until the unhelmed catboat lay over almoston beam ends. The girl took a sailor's turn of the sheet around thecleat and then swung all her weight against the tiller, to bring theboat's head up. She held the sheet ready to let go if a warning creakfrom the mast should sound, or the boat refuse to respond.
But in half a minute the _Coquette_ righted. It had been a perilouschance--she might have torn the stick out. The immediate peril was past,however. The great canvas filled. Away shot the sprightly_Coquette_ with the wind--a bone in her teeth.
Now and then she dipped and the spume flew high, drenching Polly. Theboatman's daughter was not dressed for this rough work, for she washatless and wore merely a blouse and old skirt for outside garments. Shehad pulled off her shoes and stockings while she fished and had not hadtime to put them on again.
So the flying spray wet her through. She dodged occasionally to protecther eyes from the spoondrift which slatted so sharply across the deckand into the cockpit. The water gathered in the bottom of the old boatand was soon ankle-deep.
But Polly knew the craft was tight and that this water could be bailedout again when she had time. Just now her mind and gaze were fixedmainly upon the round, bobbing objects ahead.
For some minutes, although the catboat was traveling about as fast asPolly had ever sailed, save in a power boat, the girl could not be surewhether the swamped voyagers were girls or boys. It might be two of theBusters, from Gannet Island, for all she knew. She had made up her mindthat the victims of the accident were from one camp or the other. Therewere no other campers as yet on the shore at this end of the lake.
Then Polly realized that the heads belonged to girls. She could see thebraids floating out behind. And she knew that they were fighting fortheir lives.
They swam near together; once one of them raised up breast high in thewater, as though looking shoreward. But neither turned back to see ifhelp was coming from behind.
With both hands engaged with sheet and tiller Polly could not make amegaphone to carry her voice; but several times she shouted as loud asshe could:
"Ahoy! Hold on! I'm coming!"
Her voice seemed flung righ
t back into her face--drowned by the slattingspray. How viciously that water stung!
The _Coquette_ was traveling at racing speed; but would she be intime?
How long could those two girls bear up in the choppy sea?
One of the heads suddenly disappeared. Polly shrieked; but she could donothing to aid.
The spray filled her eyes again and, when she had shaken them free,Polly saw that the other swimmer--the stronger one--had gotten hercomrade above the surface once more.
Indeed, this one was swimming on her back and holding up the girl whohad gone under. How brave she was!
The sun shone clear upon the two in the water and Polly recognizedWynifred Mallory.
"Wyn! Wynnie! Hold to her! Hold up!" cried the boatman's daughter. "I'llhelp you!"
But she was still so far away--it seemed as though the catboat never_would_ come within hailing distance. But before she turned over inthe water to swim with Bessie's hand upon her shoulder, the captain ofthe Go-Ahead Club beheld the catboat rushing down upon them.
She could only wave a beckoning hand. She could not cry out. Wyn waswell-nigh breathless, and Bessie's only hope was in her. The captain ofthe canoe club had to save her strength.
Down swooped the catboat. Polly was shouting madly; but not for aninstant did she lose control of the boat or ignore the work she had inhand. She wanted to encourage Wyn and the other; but she was taking nochances.
Suddenly she let the sheet run and loosed the halliards. The canvasfluttered down on the deck with a rustle and crash. The catboat sprangto even keel, but shot on under the momentum it had gained in swoopingdown upon the swamped girls.
"Wyn! hold hard! _I've got you!_"
But it was the other girl Polly grasped. Wyn had turned, thrust thehalf-drowned Bessie before her, and Polly, leaning over the gunwale ofthe tossing boat, seized her by the shoulders.
In a moment she heaved up, struggled, dragged the other girl forward,and together rescuer and rescued tumbled flat into the cockpit of the_Coquette_.
Polly shouted again:
"Wyn! Wyn! I'll come back for you----"
"Give me a hand!" cried Wyn, hanging to the rudder. "Polly! you olddarling! If you hadn't got here when you did----"
Polly left Bess to her own resources and rushed to the stern. She helpedWyn clamber into the boat. Then she hoisted the sail again, and got wayupon the boat. She raised the canvas only a little, for she had riskedall the weight she dared upon the mast before.
"Are you all right, Bess?" cried Wyn.
"I--I'm alive. But, oh! I'm so--so sick," gasped Miss Lavine.
"Brace up, Bess! We're all right now. Polly has saved us."
"Polly?" cried Bess, sitting up, the better to see the boatman'sdaughter as the latter sat again at the helm. "Oh, Polly!"
"You'd better both lie down till we get to the camp. I'll take you rightthere," said the other girl, briefly.
"We'd have been--been drowned, Wyn!" gasped Bess.
"I guess we would. We are still a long way from shore."
"And Polly saved us? All alone? How wonderful!"
But Polly's face was stern. She scarcely spoke to the two Denton girlsas the _Coquette_ swept across the lake. Wyn told her just how itall happened and the condition of the two canoes when they lost sight ofthem.
"I saw one; maybe the other can be found," Polly said. "I'll speak tofather and, if the moon comes up clear bye and bye, we'll run out andsee if we can recover them."
But for Bess she had no word, or look, and when the other put out herhand timidly and tried to thank her, as they neared the shore, Pollyonly said:
"That's all right. We're used to helping people who get overturned. Itreally is nothing."
She would not see Bessie's hand. The latter felt the repulse and Wyn,who watched them both anxiously, dared not say a word.