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THE LUCK OF THE
LAUNCH "END RUSH"
By James Barnes.
Copyright, 1905, by Harper & Brothers.
H, I say, let's cut and ran for it!" said Joe
Billings to Jack, as they stood surrounded
by the crowd that had gathered on the pier,
for the people hung about, looking at the
boys as if they were some new kind of
animal. I can't stand this dime museum
racket any longer,'' he concluded, nervously.
"Yes, let's get out and get something
to eat," put in Frank Eddy, whose red eyes
still showed the effects of the struggle in
the smoking hay. "Do you know, Jack,"
he went on, "Tom Lewis is the greatest
cook you ever saw. What do you suppose
he didehf Scrambled the eggs with their
hells on and today he 'struck,' and threw the oil-stove
VOh, go 'way!" laughed Tom, who had just finished
making the End Eush fast to the pier. I dropped the
hells in by mistake and this morning I had the stove
on deck to clean it, and the launch rolled, and overboard
went the stovekerplunk! Stars! but I'm hungry!"
"Which reminds me that I am too," said Jack, remem
bering his sensations of an hour or so ago. "We'll all
fo up to the hotel and feed. What do you say?"
It was evident that unanimous assent was meant by
the glances the boys shot at one another. With some
difficulty they broke away from the crowd and made their
way to the hotel, leaving the launch still the center of
attraction for two boatmen had taken possession of the
dynamiter, and were sailing her back to her anchorage.
"Who is your young friend, Jack?" inquired one of
the boys as they climbed the hill.
Adams looked around, and saw the "freckle face"
tagging behind him, walking backward half the time in
order to feast his eyes' on the heroes.
I don't know his name," said Jack, "but he is a
lew pal of mine."
"My name is Jason Pillsbnry Seabox," answered the
carious one, speaking for himself. "But 'most every
body calls me 'Pillbox' for short." Mr. Pillbox had
evidently never been taught that it was rude to stare.
Bu4 he went no further than the gate, and there they left
him hanging to the pickets.
The crew of the End Eush were not self-conscious boys,
and they did not notice the interest they had excited in
the other guests. They were all busy trying to tell Jack
the whole story of the cruise up to date, from the time
they had left City Island to the unfortunate losing of
At last Jack had an opportunity to ask Joe Billings a
fuestion very quietly.
"Didn't you know that was dynamite on board the
^jloop, Joe J" he inquired.
"Well," said Joe, slowly, "not until we had the fire
nearly out. But, Jack" (and BillingB' strong young face
took on a curious expression), "when I saw what"was in
those cases I thought my ribs would fall right away from
aae. Ugh! Don't let's talk about it!"
The boys sat there at the table after all the rest of the
dining-room was empty, and the waiter brought them the
Tery freshest nuts and the very largest raisins. Sudden
ly, while they were talking, they heard the sound of
"Hello! Circus in town!" said Dave Scott, the chief
engineer of the End Busha rather silent boy, who had
pent two of his vacations in a railway machine-shop.
"No! Just look out the window, lads!" shouted
Merry Davis, whom they called "The Navigator," be
cause he was going to enter Annapolis in the fall. "Look
out the window,'' he repeated.
There they came up the gravel walk, the Westport Sil-
__ Ter Cornet band, in all the glory of a new uniform, a
drum-major, and a shining motto on the bass-drum.
Up the walk they swung"Ta, ra, tara, rara"the
noxns \leatin amO. tn lig bassoons dooming awaJy fox
"Jinks!" exclaimed Lewis, "isn't that fineeh!"
And all six of the boys left the table and ran out on
"'High-school Cadets' March!" shouted Jack, in
_ Frank Eddy's ear. "Great, isn't itf"
The crash of the music of forty pieces was deafening
as it vibrated under the piazza roof. But, oh, how ex
lularating it was! There's nothing that flutters the aver
age boy's heart the way a big bass-drum does, especially
If he is right close against it. And there were the mag
nficent creatures in red and white and gold marking time
at the foot of the wooden steps. The lawn was covered
with the mob of people that had accompanied them up
Suddenly the tall man in the bear-skin busby raised his
gilded staff, and the music stopped with an extra-trium
phant snort and a closing and most emphatic bang on the
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," said Jack hastily, "this
is all for you fellows."
"Eht" said Joe, weakly. I hope not."
He had evidently had enough notoriety for one day.
Silt he had a. still harder ordeal in store for him. A.&
oon as the band stopped a middle-aged man with an
iron-gray beard walked up to where the erew were stand
ing. Placing his hands on the shoulders of Joe and Tom
Lewis, as if he were arresting them, the mayor of West
port marched them, like two culprits, to the head of
The people broke out into a wild huzza, the drummer
tumbling the head of his drum to help them out, and the
an broke thru the clouds, seeming to disperse the damp
ness in an instant.
Then somebody started up the cry of "Speech!" and
they all took it up"Speeeh! speech!
Before he really knew where he was, Joe Billings found
himself standing there in front, pushed forward by the
mayor's strong hand.
I don't know what to say," began Joe, desperately
twisting his fingers behind his back, "except that if we
had blown up in that old sloop, our only excuse would
have been that we 'did not know it was loaded' and
we're very much obliged to you for your kindness and
musicand" Joe looked at the resplendent figure in
THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 12, 1905.
the busby, and concluded, "You've go^ a corking good
At that there was a flourish of the gilt baton, and the
Silver Cornets exploded into musical fireworks. After
this there was a pause, and then the boys were invited
by a red-headed man to attend a "grand complimentary
ehowder given on the next day by the Bed Jacket Engine
company, the crack fire organization of eastern Con
necticut, winners of the Twiddle Shield, and holders of
the long-distance record," said the speaker, using these
words as if he dared any one to contradict him. The
boys, after a consultation, agreed to aeeept the invita
tion. As it proved, something out of the ordinary hap
pened at the chowder.
I hope that we won't be sorry that we promised that
we would go tomorrow," one of the boys said, as they
sat together at the end of the piazza that night. They
were about to start for the pier to "turn in" on the
cushions beneath the awning of the End Bush.
Oh, we may have a smooth line of amusements, was
Merry's somewhat slangy comment. "They are going to
give us games, clams and cake, you know."
Just then a young man who was stopping at the hotel,
and who had been talking to them earlier in the evening,
came up and joined the group.
I am glad that you chaps are going to stay over for
the chowder," said the young man, whose name was
Grant, "and if you won't think me presuming, I have a
scheme that I think will result in real good fun."
The boys had noticed the skull-and-bones pin on Mr.
Grant's waistcoat, and a question from Lewis elicited the
information that Mr. Grant had played baseball on the
I was never a crack player myself," said Mr. Grant.
"But my brother played on the varsity, you know, and
he comes here tonight. Now I was thinking if you fel
lows play ball, we could get up a team and play the Bed
Jackets. There's a chap stopping here we could use in
the field. That makes nine men, you see."
Great seheme! eried the erew of the End Hush in
unison. Odd as it may seem, five of them had played in
the infield of the school nine, and another, Dave Scott,
had been a substitute.
The morning dawned bright and clear, and the boys
were up early, and met in front of the hotel for practice.
By the time, however, that they were ready to start for
the chowder it had begun to cloud up a little and they
were afraid of rain.
"It's all because they got out those placards an
nouncing the game," grumbled Eddy, as the boys
crowded into the hotel Hbus. "And they'll beat us, sure."
"Don't be a clam, my son," said Merry, assuming a
patronizing air. I prognosticate that something will
It was a beautiful spot where the Bed Jackets held
their chowdersan expanse of smooth green meadow on
the shore of a little inlet a mile or so above the town.
Some large trees shaded one end, and a rough stand of
"bleachers" had been built behind the backstop.
Already quite a number of people had gathered, at
tracted by the prospect of the sport, wagons and carriages
had driven in, and some women and children had taken
possession of the bleachers.
"Oh, there's Pillbox!" said Joe, pointing out their
barefooted friend as he scampered into the grass looking
for a hard-hit ball. "Say, fellows, let's get him for a
mascot. What do you say?"
"Call him over," said Eddy and Pillbox, after being
decorated with Eddy's showy blazer, was put in charge
of the bats the boys had purchased in the town. He sat
there, proud as a praised spaniel and panting with ex
Joe was first at the bat, and off the second ballan
out-shootproved part of Merry's prognostication to be
true, for he caught it just right, and reached third, com
ing in on an overthrow to the plate.
"Waal, he kin play ball, I tell ye," said Captain Bule.
"All hemlock, but that was a powerful blow!"
"One large one," said Merry, who was keeping score.
"Mr. Grant's brother, you're next let's see you spoil a
The two Grant brothers and the unknown had driven
down in a dog-cart. The "unknown" had proved to be
a rather fat boy of 17, who had a way of jingling his
fingers after he had caught or muffed a ball, as the
ease might he, but wh/ tried for everything -with a sort
of elephantine determination.
He stuttered a little, and as he handed the bat to the
old varsity player he said, "N-n-now m-make a-a Ya-yale
"Swat!" The mascot rolled over in astonishment,
and the Bed Jacket pitcher lay down in his box and made
believe fan himself. Nobody moved the ball had gone
over the trees and plash into the inlet. The young man
with the on his gray shirt walked around the bases and
'But the next three went out in order. Jack Adams
flew out to short on a pop fly Eddy struck out, and
glared murder at the umpire while Dave Scott knocked
a ball right into the first baseman's hands.
The Red Jackets eo-ul not solve Joe Billings' craves,
and retired "one, two, three."
When Merry Davis came up in the second inning Pill
box dusted off the plate with his hat and said, "Ef yer
wait long 'nnff youTl git yer base on balls that pitcher
ain't no good."
"How do you know so much about him?" said Merry.
"He's my brother," whispered Master Pillbox, who
would allow no such a trifling thing as family ties to in
terfere -with his proficiency as a mascot.
So Merry waited, and was rewarded with first base.
Lewis made a two-bagger, and Mr. Grant was caught out
by the third-baseman, who nearly made a double.
The unknown struck wildly, and grunted loudly at
three very distant balls, and Joe Billings came to the bat
"One ball," called the umpire, when suddenly there
was a scream from the bleacher-boards. Everybody
turned and saw the whole top row pointing out towards
left field. One woman stood up and shrieked a man's
name out loud in a voice hoarse with terror.
There was a low fence outside of a tall hedge a short
distance in the rear of the left-fielder. A man dressed
in blue overalls and barefooted had cautiously lowered
himself over the low fence, and was creeping on all-fours
like a wild animal down upon the unsuspecting left-fielder.
In his right hand the crouching man carried a long, shin
"It's Mad Johnnie!" shouted the mascot, in a shrill,
piercing voice. "He's escaped from the crazy-house."
Just then the left-fielder, a big man, turned, and look-
ing behind him, saw the hideous thing. With a shout
of terror he took to his heels, and came tearing in towards
the bleachers, the wild man in hot pursuit, flourishing his
Instantly there was a rush. The players scattered in
all directions some of the, women ran towards the trees,
but most of them climbed higher up on the bleachers,
Bet those who were watching the dreadful chase saw
a thing happen that they will never forget to their dying
Tom Lewis had not fled with the others, nor had Merry
Davis. Lewis was leaning forward as if he were toeing
the scratch mark in a running race, only his fingers were
stretched out wide, and he faced toward the maniac, who
was gaining on his victim. Suddenly the halfback took
two or three hasty steps forward and dived past the left
fielder straight for his pursuer's knees.
Mad Johnnie pitched into the air with a howl, and
was then thrown heavily backward, "right toward his
own goal," as Merry described it afterward. The knife
rattled out of his hand and Davis himself, running up,
kicked it further off and plunged to Lewis' assistance.
"Well tackled, by jingo!" shouted the Yale player, as
he ran up, with several others, to the spot where the two
boys were trying to hold the struggling madman.
"It's a pantherit's a wild beast!" screamed the
latter, trying to free himself. But it was no use. Two
strong, thick-set men jumped the fence, and presently
Mad Johnnie, who was once a wealthy shipper, but who
now thought he was an Apache chieftain, was "done up
brown," as Pillbox expressed it, and handed over the fence
like a log. It was never explained how he procured the
Somehow a certain amount of interest seemed lacking
when the game was resumed. The left-fielder took a bat
out with him and stood with his back to the pitcher's box,
trying to be funny when he ought to have been thankful
and, worse luck, it soon began to rain in torrents. The
game was called, and the boys drove back to town.
"Great town, great town!" said Merry, condescend
ingly* with a wave of his hand, as the launch plunged
into the swell of the sound, that rose and fell outside the
long stone jetty.
"We will come back and finish that game later on.
What do you say, fedst" cried Tom Lewis,who was put
ting some salve on his bruised knees.
"Sure," said Merry "if we did not have to get to
the boatrace we'd have stayed a week. Great town,
A TRIBE OF GrVHJZED INDIANS.
The Wichitas are one of the smaller tribes of Indians
in Oklahoma. The total population of their former reser
vation has been reported as 956. This figure includes
the Caddos and also remnants of the Delaware and other
tribes. The Wichitas have one peculiarity in which they
differ from all other tribesthe manner in which they
have been accustomed to build their grass houses. These
houses, not being movable like the ordinary tepee, would
indicate that the Wichitas are more inclined to a settled
home life than other tribes. In fact, the Wichitas are
one of the most advanced of the Indian tribes in Okla
homa. For many years they have had their peach orchards,
and when the crop was good, sold their peaches to white
people and others. They have had their small fields of
corn and other crops. Some have raised cattle. Their
friendliness for civilized ways is further seen in the
readiness with which they have sent their children to
eastern schools. Compared with many other tribes, they
are small in stature. They are peaceable, and, in a
measure, industrious, and if treated rightly would make
good citizens of the future state of Oklahoma.
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