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Randy of the River: The Adventures of a Young Deckhand, a fiction by Horatio Alger |
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Chapter 1. Something About Randy |
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_ CHAPTER I. SOMETHING ABOUT RANDY "I am going fishing, Randy. Do you want to go along?" "With pleasure, Jack," answered Randy Thompson, a bright, manly youth of fourteen. "Are you going on foot or in your boat?" "I think we might as well take the boat," returned Jack Bartlett, a boy who was but a few months older than Randy. "Have you your lines handy?" "No, but I can get them in less than ten minutes." "All right. Meet me at the dock in quarter of an hour. I was thinking of going up the river to Landy's Hole. That's a good spot, isn't it?" "I think so. Last season I was up there and caught fourteen good-sized fish." "They tell me you are one of the best fishermen in Riverport, Randy," went on Jack Bartlett, admiringly. "What is the secret of your success?" "I don't know unless it is patience," answered Randy, with a broad smile. "To catch fish you must be patient. Now when I caught my mess of fourteen two other boys were up to the Hole. But just because the fish did not bite right away they moved away, further up the river. But by doing that they got only about half as many as myself." "Well, I am willing to be patient if I know I am going to catch something." At this Randy laughed outright. "You can't be sure of anything--in fishing. But I always reckon it's a good thing to hold on and give a thing a fair trial." "I reckon you're right, Randy, and I'll give the fishing a fair trial to-day," answered Jack Bartlett. "Remember, the dock in quarter of an hour," he added, as he moved away. "I'll be on hand--unless mother wants me to do something for her before I go away," returned Randy. Randy, or rather Randolph, Thompson, to use his right name, was the only son of Louis Thompson, a carpenter of Riverport, a thriving town in one of our eastern states. Randy had no brothers or sisters, and lived with his father and mother in a modest cottage on one of the side roads leading to the hills back of the town. Randy was a scholar in the local school, standing close to the head of his class. It was now summer time and the institution of learning was closed, so the boy had most of his time to himself. He had wanted to go to work, to help his father, who had some heavy doctors' bills to pay, but his parents had told him to take at least two weeks' vacation before looking for employment. "He needs it," Mrs. Thompson had said to her husband. "He has applied himself very closely to his studies ever since last fall." "Well, let him take the vacation and welcome," answered Louis Thompson. "I know when I was a boy I loved a vacation." He was a kind-hearted man and thought a good deal of his offspring and also of his wife, who was devoted to him. The cottage stood back in the center of a well-kept garden, where Mrs. Thompson had spent much time over her flowers, of which she was passionately fond. It was a two-story affair, containing but five rooms, yet it was large enough for the family, and Randy, who had never known anything better, considered it a very good home. There was a small white fence in front, with a gate, and the path to the front stoop was lined with geraniums. Over the porch was trained a honeysuckle which filled the air with its delicate fragrance. "Mother, I'm going fishing with Jack Bartlett!" cried Randy, running around to the kitchen, where his mother was busy finishing up the week's ironing. "Very well, Randy," she answered, setting down her flatiron and giving him a smile. "I suppose you won't be back until supper time." "It's not likely. Can I do anything for you before I go?" "You might get a bucket of water and another armful of wood." "I'll do that," answered Randy, and caught up the water bucket. "Anything else?" "No. Take care of yourself while you are on the river." "Don't worry about me, mother. Remember, I can swim like a fish." "Yes, I know. But you must be careful anyway," answered Mrs. Thompson, fondly. The water and wood were quickly brought into the cottage, Randy whistling merrily while he performed these chores. Then the youth ran for his fishing outfit, after which he took the spade, went down to the end of the garden, and turned up some worms, which he placed in a pasteboard box. "Now I am off, mother!" he called out. "Good-by, Randy," she said, and waved him a pleasant adieu from the open kitchen window. "She's the best mother a boy ever had," thought Randy, as he walked away to join Jack at the dock. "What a good boy!" murmured Mrs. Thompson. "Oh, I hope he grows up to be a good man!" When Randy arrived at the dock he found himself alone. He brought out the boat and cleaned it up and got the oars. He was all ready for the start when a boy somewhat older than himself slouched up. The newcomer was loudly dressed in a checked suit and wore a heavy watchchain, a big seal ring, and a diamond shirt stud. He might have been good-looking had it not been for the supercilious scowl of independence upon his face. "Hullo there, Randy Thompson!" he called out. "What are you doing in Jack Bartlett's boat?" His manner was decidedly offensive and did not suit Randy at all. "I don't know as that is any of your business, Bob Bangs," he answered coldly. "Humph! Jack won't thank you for getting out his boat," went on Bob Bangs. "If you want a boat why don't you hire one?" "I don't have to hire one," answered Randy. "You wouldn't dare to touch my boat," continued Bob, who was known as the town bully. His father was rich and for that reason he thought he could ride over all the other boys. "I shouldn't care to touch it," said Randy. "Don't you know you haven't any right to touch Jack's boat without his permission?" went on the big youth. "Bob Bangs, this is none of your business." "Humph! I'll make it my business." "If you do, you may get into trouble." "I'll risk that. If you don't get out of that boat I'll tell Jack." "I am not going to get out of the boat." "Maybe I'll make you get out," and Bob Bangs came a step closer, and put his hand on the gunwale of the rowboat. "You leave me and the boat alone," said Randy, sharply. "You get out of that boat." "Not for you." Bob Bangs looked ugly. He was on the point of catching Randy by the collar when an interruption came from behind. "So you got here ahead of me, eh?" came in Jack's voice, as he approached on a swift walk. "I had to do an errand for father and that kept me." As Jack came up Bob Bangs fell back in disgust. "Humph! Why didn't you say you were waiting for Jack?" he said to Randy, with a sour look on his face. "You didn't ask me, that's why," returned Randy. "What's the trouble?" questioned Jack, quickly. "Bob wanted me to leave the boat alone." "I thought he was trying to sneak it on the sly," explained the big boy. "I didn't know you cared to go out with him," he added, to Jack, with a toss of his head. "Why shouldn't I go out with Randy?" asked Jack, quickly. "Oh, I shouldn't care to go out with the son of a poor carpenter." "See here, Bob Bangs, I consider myself as good as you," said Randy, quickly. "Humph!" "Randy is all right, even if his father is a carpenter," said Jack. "It's mean of you, Bob, to talk that way." "Choose your own company and I'll choose mine," answered Bob Bangs, loftily, and stalked away, his nose tilted high in the air. Angry words arose to Randy's lips but he repressed them and said nothing. In a moment more some goods on the dock hid the big boy from view. "Don't you care for what he says," said Jack, quickly. "He thinks a few dollars are everything in this world." "I didn't mind him--much, Jack." "Wanted you to get out of my boat, didn't he?" "Yes. He didn't know I was waiting for you." "That was a good joke on him." "I can't understand why he is so disagreeable." "It was born in him," said Jack, as he leaped into the rowboat and stowed away his fishing outfit. "His father is the same way and so is his mother. They think that just because they have money everybody else, especially a poor person, is dirt under their feet." "Why, Jack, I guess your father is as rich as Mr. Bangs." "Maybe he is." "And you don't put on such airs." "And I don't intend to. Money is a good thing to have, but it isn't everything--that is what my father and mother say." "Bob wouldn't want me out in his boat with him." "Maybe you wouldn't like to go out with him either." "You are right there. I am getting so I hate to speak to him." "Well, I am getting that way, too. Every time we meet he tries to impress it upon me that he is a superior person,--and I don't see it." "Your father and his father have some business dealings, haven't they?" "Yes, they are interested in the same iron company,--and from what father says, I think they are going to have trouble before long." "I hope your father comes out ahead." "It is this way: Father has a controlling interest and Mr. Bangs is doing his best to get it away from him. If Mr. Bangs can get control he will, so father says, join the company of a larger concern, and then father will be about wiped out and he won't get more than half of what is really coming to him." "But wouldn't that be fraud?" "Yes, morally, but not legally--so father says," answered Jack, and heaved a sigh. "I hope it all comes out right." "And so do I--for your sake as well as for your folks," added Randy, heartily. _ |
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