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Updated: May 27, 2025
There, resting on top of the heap of lumber and timbers, was a fine skiff apparently sound and whole. By some curious freak of the storm it had been gently deposited there and left to rest while great ships had been sorely wrenched and even wrecked. The boys lost no time in removing the skiff with Wyckoff's help. To drag it along the yielding sand was a harder task.
Wyckoff's own case we know exactly what the self-imposed ideal was. Partly he had stumped himself, as the boys say, to carry through a strenuous achievement; but mainly he wished to enlarge his sympathetic insight into fellow-lives. For this his sweat and toil acquire a certain heroic significance, and make us accord to him exceptional esteem.
Wyckoff's face was cut and bleeding while Lopez seemed to have had his clothing bodily torn from the upper part of his body. "What do you know about that?" queried Jack. "What was it?" "An earthquake," suggested Charley, "or a volcano." "Volcano nothing," stoutly corrected Arnold.
He was, indeed, caught in the treacherous quicksand. No doubt the sand had been loosened by the explosion to such an extent that although quiet heretofore, it was now "quick," and was working to draw into its depths any object unfortunate enough to be in its grasp. Like a thing of life the sand sucked and pulled at Wyckoff's feet. He felt himself being drawn into the terrible danger. "Help.
All the way to the campfire he begged that the boys would show him mercy, but no response was made. Rowdy trotted along beside the outlaw with a satisfied air. Now and again he would look up at Wyckoff's face and then make as if to take a bite of the man's leg. At such times Wyckoff would involuntarily quicken his gait until cautioned by Jack to go more steadily.
"You wanted me to look away for a minute and then you'd have gone looking for provisions alone." "You do me an injustice, lad," replied Wyckoff meekly. "All right; I apologize; but the gun is in working order just the same, and don't you forget it. It's still on the job." Wyckoff's glance was baleful and full of venom as he controlled himself with a visible effort.
In spite of their sympathy the boys could not restrain a laugh. "I guess that if your front teeth come together your back ones meet," Jack assured the injured boy. "Let's look for Wyckoff." "You mean let's look for Wyckoff's remains!" Harry tried to put in, but he was stopped by a gesture from Frank. "Let's not make it any more horrible than it is.
The noise of the splash evidently grated on Wyckoff's nerves. His very attitude bespoke a nervous energy pent up and on the point of bursting forth. By his side stood Lopez, his trusty rifle in hand. As they saw the weapon, the boys who had seen him use it in times past knew that his skill with the firearm was marvelous indeed. They knew it would fare ill with anyone upon whom he trained it.
"Now, Wyckoff," he ordered when the dog had permitted that worthy to regain his feet, "You 'bout face and back to the campfire on the double quick. It's getting toward evening and we can't lay around here all night waiting on you. We want you for a little while yet." Wyckoff's appeals for mercy were piteous.
It was in the following winter that the pioneer effort in this direction, Walter Wyckoff's account of his vain attempt to find work in Chicago, compelled even the sternest businessman to drop his assertion that "any man can find work if he wants it."
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