They would know better another time, and not fasten their craft to the shore in a shallow creek when the river was at a stand or falling; it takes experience to learn some of the tricky ways of these western rivers; but once understood the cruiser is not apt to be caught a second time.  Maurice snatched up the second pole and threw his weight upon it, while Thad also strained himself to the utmost; they could feel the boat move ever so little, but it was most discouraging, to be sure.

Some other means must be employed if they hoped to get the Tramp off the slimy bed before she settled there for good.

Maurice was equal to the occasion.

“The block and tackle does it!” he exclaimed, darting into the cabin.

What mattered it if the rope was second hand, and the block creaked for want of grease—­that last fault was speedily rectified; and having fastened one end of the line to a tree on the opposite side of the creek, the boys secured a purchase and then exerted themselves to the utmost.

It was a success, for now they had a firm foundation, whereas with the poles it was partly a case of lost force, the soft nature of the ground preventing them from doing their best.

Impulsive Thad gave a cheer when the boat began to move in response to their united endeavor, and presently glided off her slippery bed into the deeper channel of the creek.

“A close shave,” declared Maurice, wiping the perspiration from his forehead, and surveying the late resting place of the shanty-boat with satisfaction.

“I should remark,” echoed his chum, dancing a hornpipe on the deck; “just think what if we had been stuck here a week or two; all our grub gone, and the dickens to pay with our plans.  Never again for me.  I’m going to be the most careful chap when it comes to lying up to a bank with this craft you ever saw.”

“I’ll get the line loose while you start up the fire.  Then we’ll push out of here and cook breakfast while we float downstream.  Every mile made now may save us trouble later; for you know what old Pap Larkin told us about sudden freezes coming sometimes in November, and we want to get in the big river before we strike anything like that.”

In less than ten minutes they were moving out of the mouth of the creek, with the river, half wreathed in fog, lying before them.

“We’ll have to keep a good lookout, unless we want to run a chance of cutting down some river steamer coming upstream,” laughed Thad.

“Oh, that’s easily avoided by keeping close in by the shore until this mist rises, which I calculate it will do by 9 o’clock or so,” replied Maurice, using his pole to advantage, so as to send the boat out upon the current of the river, where they were speedily moving merrily along.

It was a delight to cook breakfast with such surroundings, and a constantly changing panorama along the shore.

Never did bacon have such a delicious odor; and when the coffee boiled up, sending its fragrance throughout the cabin and out of the partly open door, Maurice, who was attending to the steering part of the business at the time, loudly bewailed the fact that he must wait five long minutes more ere satisfying the craving appetite that these suggestions of breakfast put on edge.