Los Angeles herald., 1906-02-25
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banged Mr.. Brown 80 unexpectedly. in the
legs that, losing his balance, he tumoieo "er'
suddenly overheard
IL seemed an hour-though It was not inoAe
than two minutes-before Fred had MS uoiy
within reach of the sinking man, VINO eouiu
not swim stroke.
Among other things, Ffed's Russian tr1ends
had put a new bow painter and small poa'
hook on board of his dory.
But, instead of throwing the drowning man MAJ,
the line, Fred-who was bit exclted-selzeu
the boat hook and "speared" for him.
Very luckily Mr.. Brown managed to dodge
it or the hook would have caught MN sonle
where about the back of the neck.
AS it was, Fred managed to hook him con-
siderably further down, and with SO much
energy that don't wonder Mr. Brown rather
impetuously demanded to know II he (freuj
supposed that he (Brown) was iron plated.
But Fred thought the situation too serious
to admit of apology just then; 80, in spite OF
tremendous rending of garments and Brown
spluttering expostulations, he hauled him
alongside, and helped him in over the rail-
where, for a moment, he lay completely ex-
hausted
Selling his oars, Fred pulled rapidly to the
White Wing, which had come up into the
wind, and lay with her mainsail shaking, not
far off.
keep her south-southwestW said Mr.
Brown, abruptly, as Fred, having taken his
d0ry in tow, got the boats head around ana
changed the tiller.
Then the artist dove into the little cabin,
started fire in kerosene stove about tne
size of bandbox changed his clothes, and
came on deck without having spoken word
during the whole time.
Now, according to all the weTl-established
theories of juvenile literature, when, he dld
make his appearance he should have first fall
en- upon Fred's neck, with the remark, my
noble preserver!" or words to that effect.
Then a check for few hundred dollars
would be in order, accompanied by his card:
This is my address; whenever L can be OF
the slightest service to you, do not hesitate to
ask me-"
This gives opportunity for the rescuer firmly
to decline the check, although he invariably
accepts the card, modesty remarking that the
consciousness of doing ones duty Is of itself
sufficient reward.
But Mr.. Vandyke Brown made no such dem
onstration. After his teeth had done chatter
ing, he solemnly broke the silence thus:
Young. man, allow me to say that you're
brick, and as you've probably saved my life
forgive you the irreparable injury done to
pair of fourteen-dollar trousers, and will bear
in mind the service you've rendered"
Fred laughed-he couldn't help it.
"It's all right, sir" he said. "You can pay
Vandyke Brown. who was a middle-aged
man, with a blonde beard, which he had a
habit of perpetually pulling, nodded, and, as
the voyage progressed, became quite compan-
ionable.
He drew Fred's simple history from him by
few skillfully-put questions, and chatted
freely about himself, the sketches he had
made, as well as the pictures he proposed to
paint from them.
81 think, Mr.. Brown" said Fred. as the
White Wing sped along before the wind, which
was gradually freshening, "that it wouldn't
be.a bad plan to run in to Tenants Harbor
before dark, for it looks to me very much as
though it was going to blow up in storm"
'rNonsense!" was Mr.. Browns brisk an
swer. ''See how red the sun is setting l
hope you're not afraid of capful of wind"
he added, little significantly
That settled the business. Fred would have
have blown small hurricane.
And so, after lunch and coffee, they steered
on in the gathering darkness, first taking the
precaution to put reef in the large mainsail.