The Boy Pilot of the Lakes: or, Nat Morton's Perils. Webster Frank V.

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      "Yes, it's blowing quite hard. I didn't notice it so much down between those barges, but now I feel quite chilly. So you work on the pier, eh?"

      "Whenever I can get anything to do. But I'd like to get a job on a steamer."

      "You would, eh? What kind?"

      "Well, I'd like to be a pilot, but I suppose I'd have to work my way up. I'd be willing to start at almost anything, if I could get on a vessel."

      "You would, eh?" said the pilot, and then he seemed to be busily thinking.

      The two walked down the gangplank and off the pier, meeting no one, for the wind, and an occasional dash of rain, made it unpleasant to be out, and the watchman was probably snugly sitting in some sheltered place.

      "This is my boarding place," said Mr. Weatherby at length, as they came to a small house on a street leading up from the lake front. "I can't properly thank you now, but – I wish you'd come and see me to-morrow, when you're not working," he added.

      "I'll be glad to call and find out how you are."

      "Oh, I'll be all right. Now, be sure to come, I – I may have some good news for you." And with that the old pilot went into the house, leaving a very much wondering youth on the sidewalk.

      CHAPTER IV

      GETTING A JOB

      "Now, why in the world didn't he tell me what he wanted of me, instead of keeping me guessing?" thought Nat, as he made his way back to the dock where Mr. Miller was working. "I wonder what it can be? If he wanted to thank me he could just as well have done it now as to-morrow.

      "Maybe he wants to give me a reward," the boy went on musingly. "I don't believe I'd take it. Accepting money for rescuing a boat is all well enough, but not for saving life. Besides, if I hadn't done it somebody else would. No; if he offers me money I don't believe I'll take it. Still, I do need some new clothes," and he glanced down at the rather ragged garments he was wearing.

      "I've been waiting for you some time," Mr. Miller said when Nat got back. "I thought you said you wouldn't be gone long on that errand."

      "Neither I was."

      "What kept you, then?"

      "Well, I had to rescue a man."

      "Rescue a man? Are you joking?"

      "Not a bit of it. I pulled Mr. Weatherby, the pilot, out from between two barges." And Nat proceeded to relate his adventure.

      "Well, things are certainly coming your way," remarked Mr. Miller. "Maybe he'll give you a big reward."

      "I'd rather he'd give me a good job," returned Nat. "Maybe he could get me a place on some boat. That's what I'd like. I could earn good money then."

      "I wouldn't like to see you go away from us, Nat. My wife and I have become quite attached to you."

      "I would not like to go, Mr. Miller, for I have been very happy in your home. So I'm not going to think about it."

      "Still, I would like to see you prosper in this world," went on the man who had befriended Nat. "If you have a chance to get a place on a boat, take it. You may be able to come and see us once in a while, between trips."

      "I will always consider my home at your house."

      "I hope you will, Nat."

      "Still, nothing may happen," went on the boy. "Did you get the ship all unloaded?"

      "Yes, the holds are emptied, and I have a job to-morrow helping load her. I guess you could get something to do if you came down."

      "Then I shall."

      "But I thought you were going to call on Mr. Weatherby?"

      "I am, but he told me to come when I was not working. He is going to be home all day."

      "That will be all right, then. Now let's hurry home. I think it's going to rain harder soon, and my wife will probably be worrying about me."

      The storm, which had been a fitful one all day and part of the night, showed signs of becoming worse. The wind was more violent, and when Mr. Miller and Nat were nearly home it began to rain in torrents.

      The rain continued all the next day, but as the wharf where Mr. Miller and Nat worked was a covered one, they did not mind the storm. At noon-time the boy found a chance to go to the boarding-house of Mr. Weatherby.

      "Well, here comes my life-saver!" greeted the old pilot. "How are you feeling to-day?"

      "Very well, sir. How are you?"

      "Not so good as I might be. I'm lame and stiff from pulling on that rope, but I think I'll be able to sail to-morrow. I believe you told me last night that you would like a job on a ship," the pilot went on.

      "Yes, sir," replied Nat, his heart beating high with hope.

      "Hum! Well, what kind of a job would you like – pilot or captain?"

      "I think I'd rather begin a little lower down," replied Nat with a smile, for he saw that Mr. Weatherby was joking.

      "Perhaps that would be best. Well, as it happens, I have a chance to get a young lad a position on the steamer of which I am pilot. You see, I have a steady job piloting. My vessel, the Jessie Drew, makes trips all over the lakes, and Captain Wilson Marshall, who is a part owner, is not so familiar with all the harbors and the various routes as I am. So he engages me steadily. In fact, he and I are old friends, as well as distantly related; so I have a somewhat different position than do most pilots."

      "And can you get me a job on a boat – your boat?" asked Nat eagerly.

      "I think I can. I may say I am sure I can. The captain asked me yesterday to look out for a bright youth to help with the cargo, assist the purser, and be a sort of cabin assistant. I had no one in mind then, but after our meeting last night, when you were of such service to me, and I heard you say you wanted a job, I at once thought of this place. I saw the captain this morning, and he has practically engaged you – that is, if you want the berth, and he is satisfied with you when he sees you. The last item I know will be all right. And now it is for you to say whether you want the place."

      "Want it? Of course I want it! I can't tell you how much obliged I am to you for this! I – "

      "Now – now – don't get excited over it," cautioned Mr. Weatherby. "If you're going to be a pilot you must learn to keep cool. Shall I tell Captain Marshall you'll take the place?"

      "Yes, and be glad to."

      "Not quite so fast. Why don't you ask me what the wages are, and how long you'll have to work?"

      "That's so. I didn't think of that. But I don't mind how long I have to work. It can't be much longer than I have to work now, and I get very little for it."

      "Then I guess you will be satisfied with the hours and the wages paid aboard the Jessie Drew. When can you come?"

      "Any time. I am not regularly hired at the dock."

      "Then perhaps you had better stop now, go home and get ready. We will sail early to-morrow. Bring along a change of clothes, СКАЧАТЬ