"Excuse me from such a disaster as that," was Fred's comment, while Nellie, who had heard the story, shuddered.
That evening, they tied up close to the village of Canston. Not far south was a large plantation, employing a great number of negroes, and some of these came down to take a look at the houseboat.
As soon as the Dora was tied up, Captain Starr made a thorough examination of the craft, to make certain that she had received no injury below the water-line. Dick accompanied him, and so did Songbird.
"She is O. K.," announced the captain. "There isn't a leak as big as a flea anywhere."
Aleck, Tom and Sam went down into the village to procure some stores for the houseboat, and while there learned that there had been a row at the plantation and two negroes had been seriously hurt. As a consequence of the quarrel, one burly negro called Watermelon Pete had run away.
"He's a bad egg, that Watermelon Pete," said the storekeeper in speaking of the affair. "I wish he'd leave this locality for good."
When the boys got back to the houseboat, they found the others hunting all over the Dora with lanterns.
"What are you looking for?" asked Tom.
"Grace thinks she saw a big negro come on board," answered Dick. "We are trying to root him out."
The houseboat was searched from end to end, but nothing could be discovered of any intruder.
"Must have sneaked off again," said Sam. "If he did, I hope he didn't steal anything."
"We'll keep our eyes open after this," said Captain Starr.
The night passed quietly enough, but, for some reason she could not explain, Grace awoke long before the others. She tried to go to sleep again, but, finding that a failure, dressed and went out on the deck.
She had been out only a few minutes, when, on walking past the dining-room window, she saw a sight that filled her with amazement. By the closet was a burly negro, filling a carpetbag with silverware!
"Oh!" she cried. "Stop that!"
At the sound of her voice, the burly negro turned and scowled viciously at her.
"Yo' dun keep quiet!" he said in a low, intense voice.
"I shall not," answered Grace. "Help, some-body!" she called.
"Hush up, yo'!" fairly hissed the burly intruder, and sprang for the doorway. In another moment he had Grace by the arm. "Don't yo' make anudder sound, or yo'll git sumfing yo' won't lak!"
"Oh!" gasped the poor girl. She wanted to say more, but the words stuck in her throat. The negro still, held her, and his grasp was like that of steel.
"Are yo' gwine to shut up?" asked the intruder.
"Le – let me go, please!"
"Ain't gwine to let yer go. Be still now, heah?"
Grace did hear, and, as the negro glowered at her, her heart almost stopped beating. She gazed around, and so did the negro. Not another person was in sight.
"Come into de room," went on the negro after a painful pause, and he literally dragged her forward to the door. "If yo' be still, yo' won't git hurt."
Holding her with one hand, he continued to fill his carpetbag with the other. Spoons, knives and forks were rapidly stowed away, and they were followed by some napkin rings and other articles of value.
As the negro worked, Grace recovered some of her self-possession. She did not dare to cry out, and tried to think of some other method of arousing the others on the boat. Her eyes fell upon a bell pull hanging from the wall and, on the sly, she gave it a violent jerk.
The rope connected with a bell in the cook's galley. This was close to where Aleck was sleeping, and it caused the cook to arouse with a start.
"Dis chile mus' hab done overslept hisself," he exclaimed, and then, as the bell rang once more, he sprang up in a hurry. "Sumt'ing wrong, dat's suah as yo're boahn!"
Throwing himself into some of his clothing, he ran out on deck and to the dining-room. One glance was enough, and he raised a shout which aroused everybody on the houseboat.
The shout told the intruder that his game was up, and, carpetbag in hand, he started to run away. But Aleck put out his foot, and the other negro went sprawling at full length.
"Yo' stay right dar!" roared Aleck Pop wrathfully. "Don't yo' 'tempt to git away, nohow, 'less yo' want to go to yo' own funeral."
"Yo' ain't gwine ter stop me!" yelled the thief, and sprang up, hurling the cook to one side. Then he started for the shore.
By this time Sam was coming out of his state-room. He saw the fleeing negro and made after him, catching the rascal just as he was about to leap ashore.
"Not so fast!" he sang out, and caught him by the arm.
"Yo' can't hole me!" stormed the burly fellow, and tried to twist himself loose. But, before he could break away, Captain Starr was at hand, quickly followed by Tom and Hans.
"Vot's der madder, vos he a robber?" asked Hans. "Schoot him der sphot on!"
"Git back, dar, I'se a dangerous coon!" ejaculated the burly negro, and suddenly produced a big revolver of the old civil war kind. "Don't dare lay han's on me ag'in!"
At the sight of the pistol, all fell back, and in a twinkling the negro was over the side and running for the nearest patch of woods.
"Let us go after him," said Dick, and the others agreed. But pursuit was useless, the burly negro was gone. Later they learned that he was Watermelon Pete, the rascal who had gotten into a row at the nearby plantation.
"Are you hurt, Grace?" was Sam's first question after the chase had come to an end.
"No, but that colored man nearly scared the life out of me," she answered, and then told her story.
"I wonder if we'll ever see him again," said Fred.
"Most likely not," answered Dick. But he was mistaken. He was to meet Watermelon Pete, and under circumstances as surprising as any that he had yet encountered.
"Well, there is one satisfaction," remarked Songbird. "He didn't get away with any of the stuff."
"No, but he mussed de dinin'-room all up!" growled Aleck. "An' dat silber has got to be shined up ag'in befoah we kin use it."
During the day, several half-intoxicated colored men came on board of the Dora and made it decidedly unpleasant for all hands.
"We may as well get out of here," said Dick, and the others agreed with him.
Two negroes were on board at the time, and Captain Starr ordered them ashore.
"Give us some rum, an' we'll go," answered one of them impudently.
"You're going, and without any rum!" cried Dick wrathfully, and ran the colored man to the gangplank. Sam and Tom caught hold of the other colored man and did likewise.
"Let go ob me!" roared one of the fellows, and then both of them began to struggle and use language not fit for polite ears to hear.
"Dump them into the river – the bath will do them good," suggested Songbird, and in a trice this was accomplished, and both went down with a loud splash. By the time they had managed to crawl to the shore through the mud, the houseboat was a good distance out into the stream. The negroes shouted and shook their fists, but the Rovers and their friends, and even Aleck, laughed at them.
"Dem fool niggers don't know nuffin'," growled the cook. "I'se 'shamed ob 'em, I is!"
"Perhaps they won't be so fresh when another houseboat comes along," said Fred.
"Or else they'll do their best to get square," put in Tom.
The journey down the river was continued, and soon the plantation and the village were left far in the distance.
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