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THE RIVER MOTOR BOAT BOYS ON THE RIO GRANDE
A CALL FOR HELP
"Listen, boys!"
There was silence for a moment, and then the cry was repeated--a long, low, wailing call for help.
"It can't be far away," said the first speaker. "If the water wouldn't make such a racket, we might locate it exactly. There! Sounds like the fellow was about all in."
A large white bulldog of most disreputable appearance leaped to the railing of the motor boat and stood looking into the waters of the Rio Grande. In a moment the plea for assistance came again, sounding fainter and farther away.
It was evident that the man, whoever it was, was going down with the current. The dog glanced questioningly into the face of the nearest boy as if asking for instructions, and then leaped into the river.
"What did you do that for?" demanded Alexander Smithwick, throwing off his coat and shoes.
"What did I do?" demanded Julian Shafer, with a wink. "Captain Joe asked permission to go to the rescue, and took it for granted that it would be given. Intelligent dog, Captain Joe! What's he up to now, I wonder?"
In a moment Alex, with one hand on the railing which enclosed the deck of the motor boat, heard the rattle of anchor chains and knew that the boat was drifting downstream.
The boys called to the dog, but without avail. Save for the rush of the river, all was still. "Mighty strange!" Alex exclaimed.
Night had settled down on the Rio Grande, but the electric lights shone far out on the stream, revealing nothing!
When the motor boat reached the point from which the cries had seemed, to come the anchor was dropped again and the boys scanned both shore lines eagerly, hoping, at least, to discover the white form of the bulldog. It was not at all like Captain Joe to remain silent under such conditions.
"What do you make of it?" asked Clayton Emmett, in a tone of alarm. "Captain Joe never acted like this before."
"There's something gone wrong with the dog!" exclaimed Cornelius Witters, who was rather inclined to look on the gloomy side of life. "He may have been drowned."
"Catch Captain Joe getting drowned!" cried Alex Smithwick and Julian Shafer in a breath.
In a moment, however, Captain Joe was seen to leave a great mass of rocks which stretched at least a third of the way across the stream and strike out for the motor boat.
"Did you lose him, Captain Joe?" Alex asked, lowering a floating platform as he spoke in order to give the dog access to the deck, at the same time keeping out of reach of the torrent of river water deposited on the deck by the dog.
"Where is the man you went after?" added Julian Shafer, also taking good care to keep on the other side of the deck.
The dog was evidently doing his best to convey to the boys what knowledge he possessed regarding the stranger who was, if still alive, somewhere out in the night. For a time he met with scant success.
The boys listened intently, but there was only the rush of the river and the wind sweeping down from the mountains.
"Drop downstream to that ledge of rocks," advised Clayton Emmett. "If the fellow is still alive, we'll find him there."
This proceeding apparently met with the hearty approval of the bulldog, who was the first to gain the rocky beach. Without loss of time he set off at a swift pace and soon brought up beside the prostrate figure of a lad who could not have been over sixteen. Alex bent over the body with his searchlight and made a hasty examination.
"Is he dead?" asked Cornelius Witters, known to his chums as "Case." "He certainly looks the part."
Alex shook his head.
"Let's get him to the motor boat," he said, with a shudder of horror. "Somewhere back in the dark ages, before the dawn of civilization, there may have been a kid more badly beaten up, but I doubt it."
"Well, I should say so!" Jule cut in. "Looks like he had been run through a sausage mill! Where's the fellow who did it?"
"Search me!" replied Alex. "The thing to do now, it strikes me, is to get the poor fellow where he can receive the attention of a surgeon. I wonder if one is to be found in this neck-o'-the-woods?"
"There are plenty of towns along the river," Clayton Emmett suggested, "and there must be a surgeon in some of them; but his injuries may not be so serious as they appear to be at first glance. Perhaps it may be well to get the stretcher," he added, as the boys gathered in an awed group about the silent figure.
Jule darted away to bring the stretcher, while the other boys made a rough examination of the injured boy's wounds. His head was one mass of bruises, and his left leg seemed to be broken. He was still unconscious, and the only wonder was that a person so battered and beaten should be capable of uttering the cries which had brought the dog to his assistance.
Presently Alex and Case, leaving Clay to watch beside the stranger, climbed an almost perpendicular wall of rock and, with the aid of their searchlights, looked down the narrow neck of land which connected with the shore.
The searchlights illuminated the scene only faintly. The night was very dark, and the rays of light traveled only a short distance before becoming absorbed by the shadows which shut out the landscape.
"It's darker than a stack of black cats!" said Alex, after a moment's inspection of the scene. "We may as well be on our way back."
The boys started back in the direction of the boat, but came to a halt at the sound of a low, whining cry which seemed to come from behind a ridge of rocks off to the left.
"What's coming off now?" Alex exclaimed, turning his searchlight in the direction of the sound. "Hope it isn't anything that will bite! Come out of that, you rascal!"
But whatever it was it did not seem inclined to obey the command, so Alex dashed off on an exploring trip.
"Come back, you mutton head!" shouted Case. "That may be a fake to lure us into a trap!"
But Alex's searchlight was by this time out of sight around a corner of rock and Case followed on behind. After making his way, not without difficulty, along a shelf of rock Case came to a pit-like depression, and, looking down, caught a glimpse of his chum's light.
The lad was bending over some object which was lying on the ground, and appeared to be preparing to take it into his arms. Case was at his side in short order.
"What have you got, Alex?" he asked. "Looks like a black cat! It takes you to keep the menagerie from growing shy!"
As Alex lifted the object in his arms, however, Case saw that it was a bear cub--certainly not more than a month old--a black bear cub who looked into the faces of the lads with an appeal which was not to be resisted! It softened Case's heart in an instant.
"Now, what do you know about that!" Case exclaimed. "Wonder if his mother is anywhere around?"
"She'd be very much in evidence by this time if she was," replied Alex, hugging the cub. "My!" he continued, as his hands came in contact with the ribs of the cub, "I reckon a square meal wouldn't come amiss right now! Here, you little cannibal, quit eating my ear!"
"I'd like to know what Captain Joe will say about this," laughed Case. "He'll want to make one bite of the cub!"
"Just let me catch him at it!" exclaimed Alex.
When, after rather a long, hard tramp, the boys, still carrying the baby bear, came in view of the place where Clay had been left they saw at once that something was amiss. Clay was nowhere in sight, and Captain Joe, usually the most faithful of sentinels, was not to be seen. The stranger still lay where he had been placed, gazing up into darkness with swollen eyes!
It took only a minute for the lads to reach his side. He made an effort to arise to a sitting position as they came running up, but fell weakly back with a groan of agony.
"What's up?" asked Case.
The lad turned his head in order to get a good view of his questioner before making any reply whatever. Under the searchlights his face seemed beaten to a pulp.
Then Alex remembered that the boy had not regained consciousness at the time of their departure, and hastened to make the proper explanation. The boy again attempted a sitting posture and again failed.
Case knelt by the side of the wounded boy.
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