giving the girl some instructions Jerry hoisted the main-sail a few feet only. The sloop then swung around and moved in a beating way against the storm.
Jerry wished to learn what had become of his companions. He was fearful that they had been drowned.
It took quite some time to reach the vicinity where the accident had occurred, and even then but little was to be seen through the driving rain.
“Hullo, Harry! Blumpo!” he called out.
No answer came back and he repeated the cry a dozen times. Then he fancied he heard a response directly ahead. The sloop was moved cautiously in the direction, and presently they saw Blumpo clinging to part of the shattered row-boat. “Sabe me! sabe me!” yelled the youth. “Don’t let me drown, Jerry.”
“Catch the rope, Blumpo!” cried Jerry in return, and threw forward the end of a coil.
Blumpo clutched the rope eagerly, and then it was comparatively easy to haul him on board.
“Praise de Lawd!” he muttered fervently as he came on deck. “I t’ought I was a goner, suah!”
“Where is Harry?”
“I can’t tell you, Jerry.”
“You haven’t seen him since we jumped from the row-boat?”
“No.”
The young oarsman’s face grew sober. What if their chum had really gone to the bottom of Lake Otasco? It would be awful to tell Harry’s parents that their son was no more.
“We must find him, dead or alive, Blumpo. Take the tiller from Miss Vincent, and we’ll cruise around, with our eyes and ears wide open,” said Jerry, with determination.
CHAPTER V.
HARRY IS RESCUED
“I can stay on deck, can’t I?” asked Dora, as she turned the tiller over to the homeless youth.
“If you wish. But be very careful when the sloop swings around,” replied Jerry. “You did very well,” he added.
Dora smiled at this. Then she went forward and settled down, in spite of the rain, to help look for Harry Parker, whose folks she knew fairly well.
The Cutwater was put on a different track, and they began to move across the lake, it being Jerry’s idea to cross and recross at a distance of every six or seven hundred feet.
Twice did they come close to each shore without seeing anything of Harry.
“Gone down, suah’s you’re born!” said Blumpo, and the tears started out of his big, honest eyes.
“I am afraid so,” returned Jerry, “and yet – hark!”
He put up his hand and all were instantly on the alert. The wind had gone down somewhat, and from a distance came a low cry. “It’s Harry’s!” said Jerry. “Hullo, Harry!” he yelled, with all the power of his lungs.
He waited, and an answering cry came back from toward the center of the lake. It was very weak, showing that Harry was almost exhausted.
The course of the sloop was instantly changed, and they strove to reach the spot before the boy should go down.
Jerry was the first to see the form floating about amid the whitecaps.
“Keep up, Harry!” he called encouragingly. “We will soon have you on board.”
“I can’t keep up any longer,” gasped his chum. “I am played out.” And throwing up his arms, Harry disappeared.
Tying the end of a long rope about his waist, Jerry leaped overboard. He struck the spot where Harry had gone down and felt in every direction for his chum.
His hand touched an arm, and then he held Harry fast and brought him to the surface. The poor boy was too weak to make the first movement.
“Haul in on the rope, Blumpo!” called Jerry.
Turning the tiller over to Dora Vincent, the homeless youth did as directed.
Jerry, with his burden, was soon brought alongside.
It was no easy matter to hoist Harry on deck in the storm, but at last it was accomplished, and Jerry followed his charge.
Harry was unconscious, and he was taken to the cabin, where Dora and the other girls did all in their power for him; and then the Cutwater was headed for Lakeview, two miles distant.
The hurricane, or whatever it might be called, had by this time spent itself. The rain ceased and before the lake town came into view the sun shone once more as brightly as ever.
Clarence Conant came on deck looking very much annoyed. He felt that he had played the part of a coward, and knew he would have no easy time of it to right himself in the eyes of the young ladies.
“The – ah – truth is, I was very sick,” he explained to Jerry. “I got a – ah – spasm of the – ah – heart.”
“Sure it wasn’t a spasm in your great toe?” said Jerry, with a grin.
But Clarence never smiled. It would not have been good form, you know.
As soon as the dock was reached, Jerry left Blumpo to tie up and went to Harry. He found his chum able to sit up. He was very weak, but that was all.
“It was a close call for me, Jerry,” said Harry, with a shudder. “I owe you my life.”
“It was a close call all around,” replied our hero. “We can be thankful that we are here safe and sound.” Harry felt too weak to walk, so a carriage was called to take him home. Jerry went with him, while Blumpo went over to the grocery store to tell of all that had happened.
Clarence Conant was utterly left. He tried to excuse himself to Dora Vincent and the other young ladies, but they would have nothing to do with him.
“The next time I go out it will be with somebody who can manage a boat, and who is brave enough to do it, even in a storm,” said Dora, and walked away with her lady friends.
“Beastly bad job, beastly!” muttered Clarence to himself. “And my best sailor suit utterly ruined, too! Oh, why did that storm have to come up on us?”
But this was not the end of the matter for the dude.
The row-boat that had been smashed was a valuable one belonging to the Lakeview Boat Club. They did not care to lose the cost of it, and so called on Conant to pay for the same.
At first he refused, but when they threatened arrest he weakened. It took nearly three weeks of his salary to square accounts, and then the young man was utterly crushed. He never went sailing again.
It did not take Harry long to recover from the effects of his outing on the lake. Inside of a week he was as well as ever. Blumpo took good care to tell every one of all that had happened, and on every side Jerry was praised for his daring work in saving the Cutwater and his chum.
We have spoken of the match to take place between Jerry and Si Peters of Rockport. This was postponed for two
