The Motor Boys in Strange Waters; or, Lost in a Floating Forest

by Clarence Young

  CHAPTER IV

  THE GIANT TURTLE

  The three chums thrust their heads from the windows nearest them.

  "It's Andy Rush!" exclaimed Jerry, as he caught sight of the boyishfigure running down the station platform. "Wonder what he wants?"

  By this time Andy was under the windows on the side of the car wherethe boys sat. The train had not yet gathered much headway.

  "What is it?" asked Ned. "Has anything happened?" for the small chapseemed quite excited.

  "I wanted to see you last night--couldn't--had too much to do--gotup early this morning--came down here on the run--saw the trainmoving--yelled--engineer wouldn't stop--say--if you catch any manateesdown there--Florida I mean--save me a little one--I want to tameit--will--you--please--can't talk any--more! Out--of--breath!"

  By this time Andy was being distanced by the train and his wind wasalmost expended.

  "I'll bring you one!" cried Bob, who was good natured and always readyto accommodate a friend. "I'll bring you one, Andy," and he waved hishand to the excited boy.

  "I say, Professor," went on Bob, a little later, "are there anymanatees in Florida?"

  "There used to be quite a number but I'm afraid they have been mostlykilled off. Still there may be a few. Why?"

  "A friend of mine wants one and I promised to bring him a little one.If you happen to see any, please let me know."

  "I wonder if Bob has any idea of the size of a manatee or sea-cow?" putin Jerry, with a little smile. "How large do they grow, Professor?"

  "Well I have seen them weighing nearly a thousand pounds, but I supposethe average is nearer eight hundred."

  "There you are, Bob!" exclaimed Ned with a laugh. "You see what you'vepromised to send to Andy."

  "I meant a baby one," and Bob seemed confused.

  "I think even a baby manatee will be beyond your abilities to ship upNorth," Mr. Snodgrass answered. "They are of good size but ratherdelicate. They have to be transported in tanks of salt water and eventhe museums have difficulty in getting them and keeping them alive. I'mafraid Andy will have to be content with some other kind of pet."

  "I hadn't any idea they were as big as that," murmured Bob. "Nevermind, I'll get him something else."

  "Try a nice pine snake, about ten feet long, or a copper-head, or awild loon, or a turtle," suggested Ned. "Andy won't care what youbring, as long as it's a souvenir from Florida. Ship him a chunk of theeverglades."

  "Well, I guess you make mistakes sometimes, so you needn't be sosmart!" exclaimed Bob, a bit sensitive at the fun being poked at him.

  "That's all right, Chunky," consoled Jerry. "I see they have a diningcar on this train so you needn't go hungry, at all events."

  "Is there, really?" asked Bob. "That'll be fine. I always like to eatin a dining car. I wish it was time for dinner."

  The journey by train was an uneventful one. In due time the travelersarrived at St. Augustine, and found that their boat had reached therein good condition. They arranged to have the empty cradle sent toTitusville, where they would again begin to travel by train until theyreached Kissimmee City, on the shores of Lake Tohopekaliga.

  "Then for a long voyage on water!" exclaimed Ned, as they left thefreight house, having seen to the transportation of their boat to theharbor of St. Augustine.

  They spent one day in St. Augustine, buying provisions and a supply ofgasoline for the _Dartaway_. The boat, too, needed soaking in the waterto close the seams which had dried open on the journey overland.

  Bright and early one morning the three boys and the professor, havingplaced all their baggage on board, took possession of the _Dartaway_.

  "We're off!" cried Jerry as he gave a long toot to the compressed airwhistle. "Now for the manatees, Chunky!"

  "Let up on manatees!" pleaded Bob. "Can't you forget 'em?"

  "Yes, but think how disappointed Andy will be," and Jerry laughed as hegave the wheel a turn, shoved over the gasoline and sparking levers,while Ned cranked the engine.

  There was a sort of sigh from the _Dartaway's_ motor, a cough, awheeze, and then a series of throbs that told that the engine was inworking order. A mass of foam appeared at the stern where the screwwas churning the water, and the boat moved out of the harbor of thehistoric city.

  It was a beautiful day and the boys were in excellent spirits over thesuccessful start of their trip. The engine was working to a charm, andthe _Dartaway_ seemed like a thing alive, so well did she answer to theslightest turn of the steering wheel.

  "Isn't this glorious!" exclaimed Jerry, as he sat in the bow. "Can youbeat this, fellows?"

  "Not in a thousand years!" cried Ned enthusiastically. "Let NoddyNixon have his cocoanut groves, but give me a motor boat and a trip toFlorida!"

  "Wait a minute! Hold on! Stop the boat!" cried the professor suddenly.

  "What's the matter?" asked Jerry, slowing down the engine. "Did youlose something?"

  The scientist seemed to be struggling to get at something in the bottomof the boat.

  "It's a very rare dragon fly," he said as he brought out a butterflynet. "I just saw him floating on a bit of wood. I must have him for mycollection. He's worth a hundred dollars!"

  The professor made a sudden lunge, thrusting his long-handled net overthe side of the craft. He would have gone overboard had not Ned caughthim by the waist and held him.

  The net went into the water with a splash, but, despite his undignifiedposition the professor managed to bring it aboard. He looked into itanxiously.

  "I got him!" he exclaimed. "A perfect specimen! Oh, boys, this voyagehas started most excellently for me!"

  "It would have been the other kind of a start if I hadn't caught you,"observed Ned.

  "Thank you, my dear young friend," spoke the professor, as he carefullydried the dragon fly and placed it in his cyanide bottle to kill itpainlessly for preservation. "I appreciate what you did for me, butI would rather fall overboard a dozen times than miss this beautifulspecimen."

  Jerry started the engine again, and soon the _Dartaway_ was cuttingthrough the water at a fast speed. Jerry had asked the advice ofsome sea captains in St. Augustine and they had told him to keep inthe Matanzas river instead of standing out to sea, and, on reachingMatanzas inlet to use that as a means of getting out on the Atlantic.This plan was followed, and at noon they emerged on the ocean, whichthey greeted with a cheer.

  "Here we are again!" cried Ned. "Guess you haven't forgotten us, OldSalt Horse! How's Father Neptune, anyhow? We had some tussles with youlast year when Salt-Water Sam was aboard. If he was here he'd sing thissong," and Ned, hitching his trousers up in true nautical fashion,delivered himself of this classic which the old sailor used to sing:

  "It was on the isle of Nankum, Near the land of Timbuctoo That poor old Sam fell overboard one night. There was a great commotion In the middle of the ocean Sure he gave the sharks and whales A terrible fright."

  "Good!" cried Bob. "Give us the second verse."

  "There isn't any second verse."

  "Oh, well, the third then. I'm not particular," and Bob began toinvestigate one of the food lockers.

  "Here! Keep out of there until dinner time," called Jerry.

  "It's dinner time now. Long past noon," remarked Bob.

  "Wait until we make that point of land then, and--"

  What Jerry was going to say he never finished, for at that instant the_Dartaway_ hit something with a force that threw Ned, who was standingup, off his feet and into the bottom of the craft.

  "What's that?" cried Bob.

  "Must have hit a rock!" exclaimed Ned.

  "Is the boat sinking? If it is let me put a life preserver on myspecimen boxes!" begged the professor.

  Jerry had instantly shut off the power and was peering over the bow.

  "Don't seem to be any rock," he murmured. "We have deep water here."

  Then, to the surprise of all on board, the _Dartaway_ began to movethrough the water at a fast rate.

  "
Did you turn on the power?" cried Jerry to Ned, who was nearest theengine.

  "No! The motor isn't going!"

  "But we are!"

  The professor looked over the side of the boat. Then, pointing tosomething in the water just ahead, he said:

  "We are being towed by a giant turtle!"