CHAPTER X.
THE RESULT OF A SWIM.
To the boys, who had never visited a military quarters before, the fortproved of great interest, and they were glad, after the meal was over,to have Lieutenant Carrol take them around. This occupied some time, andwhen they had finished it was time for the evening parade.
This was quite an affair, and the two lads joined the ladies of theplace to witness it. Everybody turned out, in uniform as clean aspossible, on inspection. The drums rolled, the fifers struck up a livelyair, and the three companies, headed by a major, marched around thestockade several times and then to the parade-ground in front of thegates. Here the command went through the manual of arms and through anumber of fancy evolutions.
"It's splendid!" murmured Joe. "Everything moves like clockwork."
"It makes me almost wish to be a soldier," answered Darry. "But if afellow had this day in and day out I am afraid he would grow tired ofit."
"You are right, Darry," said Mrs. Fairfield. "The colonel has to thinkup a great number of things whereby to interest his men. They get up allsorts of contests, and concerts and theatricals, and go hunting whenthey can get the chance--anything to keep them from growing too dull."
"Have they had any real military duty to do lately?" asked Joe.
"Not for over a year. Then the Modoc Indians got up a sun-dance, andthey had to march over to Kedahmina and stop it. Two Indians were killedand one soldier was badly wounded. Since that time the Indians have beenquiet."
"But the Indians may rise again."
"Probably they will--one is never sure of them. As one old general hassaid, 'The only safe Indian is the dead Indian.'"
The boys were assigned to a small room next to that occupied by CaptainMoore and Lieutenant Carrol. The apartment was neatly furnished withiron cots, an iron washstand, and a small wardrobe for extra clothing.Fortunately the extra clothing they had carried had not been stolen, sothey were not as bad off as they would otherwise have been.
Joe was anxious to hear from his brother Will, but had to be patient.Yet he was not greatly worried, for he was almost certain that thesoldiers would fail to fall in with the desperadoes, each having taken adifferent trail.
The day following their arrival the boys fell in with several soldierswho were going fishing up a mountain stream not far away, havingobtained special leave of absence for that purpose. The soldiers, whowere named Biggs, Ferry, and Lambert, were glad enough to have the boysfor company.
"We'll show you some good sport," said Lambert, who proved to besomething of a leader. "No better fish in these parts than those you cancatch in Rocky Pass River."
The boys had no fishing-tackle, but Lieutenant Carrol fitted them out,and soon the party was on the way. The soldiers were to be gone but fourhours, and so struck out at a gait that taxed Joe and Darry to theutmost to keep up with them.
"It's the air does it," explained Biggs, when Darry spoke about thespeed. "After you've been out here a while you'll eat like a horse andfeel like walking ten miles every morning before breakfast. I tell you,the air is wonderful."
"It certainly is bracing," answered Darry. "I noticed that as soon as webegan to climb the foothills."
A walk of half an hour brought them to Rocky Pass River, and theyjourneyed along the bank until they came to a favorite fishing-hole.
"Here we are," said Lambert. "Now for the first fish!"
"Ten cents to whoever catches it!" cried Joe, and placed a shining dimeon a nearby tree stump. At this the three soldiers laughed.
"That dime is mine," declared Ferry, who was the first to throw in.
"Perhaps," answered Biggs. "But I reckon I've got just as good a chancenow."
"Here I come," put in Lambert, and threw over his friends' heads. Hardlyhad his bait gone down than he felt a tug and whipped in a little fishnot over six inches long.
"Mine!" he cried.
"It isn't worth ten cents!" cried Biggs and Ferry; nevertheless Lambertpocketed the coin, amid a general laughing.
The boys now went to a spot a little above where the soldiers werefishing, and set to work on their own lines. Just as Ferry announced afine haul, they threw in, and soon everybody in the party was busy,bringing in several kinds of fish, big and little, including some finetrout of a variety the boys had not before seen.
Inside of an hour everybody had all the fish he wanted, and then thesoldiers said they were going to take a swim. The boys were willing, andsoon the whole crowd were in the water, calling out and laughing andhaving a good time generally.
"Don't go too far down the stream," cautioned Lambert. "The falls arebelow, and you might get caught in the rapids."
"All right, we'll surely remember," answered Joe.
"I'll race you across the river and back," said Darry, a little later.
"Done!" cried Joe. "To what point?"
"To that willow hanging down near the big rock."
So it was agreed, and in a minute both boys were off. They were goodswimmers, and the race interested the soldiers, so that they gave upsporting around to watch the result.
At this point the stream widened out to nearly two hundred feet, so therace was not a particularly short one. The water ran quite swiftly, andthey soon found they had to swim partly up stream to prevent beingcarried below the willow.
Darry made the mark first, and, touching the willow, started on thereturn. Joe was close behind, and now it became a neck-and-neck racebetween them.
"Go it, boys!" shouted Lambert. "Do your best!"
"I bet on Joe," said Ferry.
"I bet on Darry," added Biggs.
Hardly had the wager been made when Joe shot ahead. Slowly but surely hedrew away from his cousin.
While the sport was going on nobody had noticed a large tree that wasdrifting rapidly down the middle of the river. Now, however, Lambert sawthe danger.
"Look out!" he cried wildly. "Look out! A tree is coming down upon you!"
Joe heard the cry, and looking up the stream managed to get out of theway of the big piece of driftwood. But Darry was not so fortunate, andin a twinkling the youth was struck and carried out of sight.
This accident came so quickly that for the moment nobody knew what todo.
"Darry! Darry!" cried Joe. "Where are you?"
"He went under!" shouted Lambert. "The tree branches struck him on thehead."
"He'll be drowned!" gasped Biggs. "What shall we do?"
By this time the tree had drifted past the point where the soldiers werestationed. Joe had now struck bottom with his feet, and at once wentashore.
"We must do something!" he panted. "We can't let Darry be drowned!"
"He must be caught under the branches," said Lambert. "As the tree hithim it turned partly over. Perhaps----There is his foot!"
He pointed to the tree--and there, sure enough, was Darry's left foot,kicking wildly above the surface of the river. Then the boy's head cameup, but only for a moment.
"Save me!" he spluttered, and immediately disappeared.
"This is awful!" groaned Joe. "Can't we throw a fishing-line over thetree and haul it ashore?"
"A good idea!" answered Lambert. "We'll take two lines."
He caught up the fishing-tackle, and lines in hand ran along the riverbank until he was below the tree. The others followed, and helped him toget the lines into shape. Then a quick cast was made, but the lines fellshort.
"Too bad!" came from Joe. "Quick, try once more!"
"The tree is turning over again!" shouted Biggs, and he was right. Assome other branches came into view, they beheld Darry, caught in acrotch and held there as if in a vise.
Another cast was made, and then a third, but all in vain. Then the tree,with its helpless victim, moved forward more rapidly than ever, in thedirection of the roaring falls, which were but a short distance off.
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