Captain Chub/Chapter 11
CHAPTER XI
MR. EWING IS OUTWITTED
WELL, what do you think of that?” gasped Chub.
The boys stared at Mr. Ewing in vexation, and Mr. Ewing regarded the boys with grim placidity.
“Just as though he hadn’t made trouble enough for us,” muttered Dick.
“Well,” said Roy, starting on determinedly, “I’m not going to put up with any more of his nonsense.”
“That’s all right,” cautioned Chub, “but remember, chum, that he has a gun there.”
They walked along the bank until they were opposite the boat. Mr. Ewing watched them silently, his gaze resting with interest on Dick. Evidently he couldn’t account for Dick. Chub made the first overtures.
“Salutations,” he called.
“Mornin’,” responded the farmer. A silence followed.
“Want to see us, did you?” asked Chub, cheerfully.
“Ye-es,” drawled the farmer, “I wanted to have a few words with ye.”
“We are deeply honored, sir. Tell the gentleman how deeply honored we are, Roy.” But Roy only growled. The farmer sniffed.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“We’re coming aboard,” replied Chub, making ready to leap the yard of water that intervened between shore and boat.
“You just stay where you are,” said the farmer, patting his gun stock significantly.
“But that’s our boat!” cried Roy, wrathfully.
“Maybe, maybe; chances are you stole it, though,” replied Mr. Ewing, calmly.
“Well, you’re the most suspicious man I ever did see,” declared Chub, disgustedly. “Suppose we insist on going aboard; what’s going to happen?”
“I might have to put a load of buckshot in your legs,” answered the farmer, showing his yellow fangs in a grim smile. “This boat is confiscated.”
“You don’t say? What for?”
“Pendin’ the arrival of the constable. You can talk to him when he gets here; I guess he’ll answer all the questions you want to ask him.” The farmer chuckled. Roy appeared to be in real danger of exploding with anger.
“Leave this to me,” whispered Chub. Then, “and about how long do you think we’ll have to wait for the constable?” he inquired of Mr. Ewing. The farmer cast an eye toward the sun.
“About half an hour, I guess,” he replied. “He promised to be over about nine.”
“As early as that, eh?” murmured Chub, reflectively. “I hate to put him to so much trouble. I do hope you and he didn’t lose much time last night looking for us. We were so sorry we couldn’t stay until you returned, but we had an engagement we just had to keep.”
“Don’t you bother about me,” growled the farmer. “Think you’re pretty smart, I guess, don’t ye? Maybe you did fool me last night, but I sort o’ guess I’ve got ye this time, eh?”
“It does look like it,” admitted Chub, reluctantly. “But then you’re too smart for us, anyway, I suppose.”
“Huh,” grunted the farmer, suspiciously.
“We might as well sit down and take it easy while we wait,” said Chub to the others. “Me for a nice spot in the shade.”
He moved down the shore a little way and Roy and Dick followed. When they sat down under the shade of the trees they were out of hearing of the farmer.