This was too much for Dutchy. He ran for all he was worth, yelling for
Jack to come quick.
We had a merry laugh over the situation when suddenly the tables were
turned. Something whizzed past Bill's ear; I was stung on the arm with a
heavy nail; a large stone hit the scow; Reddy had his hat knocked off, and
Fred upset his canoe trying to duck out of reach of the invisible missiles
before we could make our assailants understand that we were friends and
not the tramps. The joke was on us after all. We hadn't counted on
Dutchy's accurate aim or Jack's skill with the crossbow.
Tramp-proof Boat Mooring.
[Illustration: Fig 146. A Tramp Proof Mooring.]
Around the camp fire that night we discussed our adventures and made plans
to prevent their recurrence. It was evident, for one thing, that we would
have to moor our boats off shore in such a way that they would be out of
reach of meddlesome persons, and yet could be drawn in toward shore by
anyone who knew how. This was the way we did it. A pair of galvanized iron
ring bolts were procured on Jack's next trip to Lamington for provisions,
also a light rope about forty feet long. The ring bolts were screwed into
a pair of stout anchor stakes about two feet from their, lower ends.
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