The Rover Boys in the Land of Luck: or, Stirring Adventures in the Oil Fields. Stratemeyer Edward

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      In a few seconds the cadets found themselves in this jam with the furious current of the river trying to sweep them to one side or the other. But they held fast, and as rapidly as possible loosened one log or rail after another.

      "Look out there!" yelled Andy presently, and all heeded his warning. Then several of the logs bobbed up and went flying down the river.

      This released the log holding the man and the boy, and the pair came up spluttering.

      "Do you think you can swim ashore?" questioned Jack.

      "I guess I can make it," answered the man somewhat weakly. "Look after my kid, will you?"

      "We sure will!" answered Jack.

      With Fred and Andy beside him, the man struck out for the shore, and all were soon carried down the stream and under the rocky bluff. In the meanwhile, Jack and Randy did what they could to aid the boy, and then followed the others.

      The swiftly flowing current of the Rick Rack carried the entire party well past the overhanging rocks and then onward to a point where the river widened considerably. Here they managed to get a footing.

      "Thank fortune we are out of that!" exclaimed Fred, as he and the others made their way over the sand and rocks and through the bushes to where there was a grassy slope backed up by a number of trees.

      "It was a mighty close shave for me and my kid," returned the man. "I thought sure at one time we would be drowned."

      "And we would have been if it hadn't been for these fellows coming to save us," added the boy gratefully, and he shot an admiring glance at the four dripping cadets.

      "Are you soldier boys?" questioned the man, as the whole party gathered under the shelter of a tree. By this time the rain was nothing more than a fine drizzle.

      "Not exactly," answered Jack. "We are cadets attending Colby Hall Military Academy."

      "Oh, yes, I've heard about that school," said the man. "They tell me it's a very fine place. Well, all I've got to say is, if all the boys there are as brave as you lads you certainly must have a bang-up crowd," and he smiled broadly. Then he clapped Jack on his shoulder. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did for us. It was a nervy thing to do – to risk your lives in that river. I shall never forget it. If I were a rich man I'd want to reward you, but I must admit I'm just about as poor as they make 'em."

      "We don't want any reward," answered Jack. "I'm glad to be of service to you."

      "I guess we're all glad," added Randy, and the others nodded.

      Then the young cadets introduced themselves and the man and the boy did the same. The man said his name was John Franklin.

      "This is my son Phil," he added. "We don't belong around here – that is, not exactly. You see, I used to own a farm which was mostly in Texas and partly in Oklahoma, a pretty big farm, though it wasn't very productive. Some oil sharpers came along and made a sort of three-cornered deal, the particulars of which I need not give you, but as a consequence almost before I knew it I was done out of my farm and had next to no money in my pocket. Then I came up here expecting to see some friends who might help me in fighting those rascals, but the friends had moved away, and nobody knew where to, so I was almost stranded. Then Phil and I got work up in the woods, cutting timber and doing other odd jobs, and we had steady employment until this rainy season set in."

      "So you came all the way from Texas, did you?" said Randy to Phil Franklin, with a smile. "It's a pretty long distance."

      "Oh, we got sick of it down there after dad was done out of his farm by those oil sharpers," answered Phil Franklin.

      "Did they find oil on your farm?" questioned Fred.

      "No. That is, they hadn't up to the time we left. You know it takes a lot of time and money to sink an oil well. But they did us out of our farm, and that's bad enough."

      "Some day, if I ever get on my feet again, I'm going back to Texas and have it out with those rascals," announced John Franklin. "They claimed that their dealings with me were perfectly legal, but I don't look at it that way. However, boys, that affair has nothing to do with you. As I said before, I wish I could reward you, but all I can do is to give you my very best thanks."

      "And you can bet I'm thankful, too!" added Phil Franklin earnestly.

      "Isn't it rather strange that you should be up here in such a storm as this?" questioned the man from Texas.

      "We got tired of staying indoors on account of the rain," answered Jack; "so when it seemed to break away we thought we saw a chance to take a hike just for the fun of it."

      "And now we're glad we did take a hike," put in Randy.

      "We were trying to cross the stream by the aid of a rope," explained John Franklin. "The rope broke, and Phil was swept down the stream and I went after him to make sure that he didn't get drowned. Then we got mixed up in the logs and the tree, and you know the rest."

      "You say you belong up the river?" questioned Andy.

      "Yes. We've been stopping at Bossard's camp. I suppose we ought to be getting back there now, or he'll be wondering what has become of us. Besides that, we'll want some dry clothing. And you fellows will want some dry clothing, too. Otherwise you might catch cold."

      "Yes, we'll hike back to the school as fast as possible," answered Jack. He held out his hand. "Good-bye to you, and good luck."

      "You won't mind if I come down to see you some time, will you?" questioned the man. "I want your teachers to know how brave you have been."

      "Come down, by all means," answered Jack. "But don't pile on the bravery stuff, please. We did only what any healthy young fellows would do."

      "I don't know about that. I guess I know real heroes when I see 'em," answered John Franklin, with a grin.

      "I'd like to see you fellows drill. It must be great," put in his son Phil.

      "Come down any time and ask for us," answered Fred. He was rather taken by Phil Franklin's open manner.

      A few words more passed, and then the Franklins hurried up the river in the direction of the lumber camp from which they had come. Then the Rovers turned in the direction of Colby Hall.

      "I'm glad we went to the rescue," remarked Andy, when on the way. "They seem a pretty decent sort."

      "All the way from Texas," mused his twin. "That's certainly some distance."

      As the Rovers hurried to the Hall they talked the matter of the rescue over in all of its details.

      "It was certainly a queer meeting," was Fred's comment. But little did he or his cousins dream of the still queerer meeting with the Franklins that was to come in the future.

      CHAPTER IV

      IN THE GYMNASIUM

      "Company attention! Carry arms! Present arms! Shoulder arms! Forward march!"

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