The Outdoor Chums on the Lake; Or, Lively Adventures on Wildcat Island by Quincy Allen
CHAPTER VI--FRANK MAKES A GUESS
No one seemed able to say a single word.
Standing or crouching there, with staring eyes those four lads watchedthe marvelous ascent of their supper. It was as though an unseen handhad reached down and plucked the kettle from the rock to carry itheavenward.
Now it had reached the level of the top of the bluff, and as theycontinued to gape, an arm was thrust hastily out from the rankvegetation that grew there; they saw eager fingers clutch the kettle,and then it was drawn from their sight.
"Tell me about that!" gasped Jerry, as soon as he could catch hisbreath.
Bluff made a dive for Frank's gun. His own repeating shotgun was athome, out of commission, for which Jerry, who hated the modern arm asthe devil is said to hate holy water, never ceased to give thanks.
But Frank caught his arm.
"No, I wouldn't do that, Bluff. We can afford to lose our stew, forwe've got plenty more behind it. We can even let the little kettle go,if necessary; but we should hate to have any man's life on our hands, nomatter if he is a crazy being."
"Did you see him, Frank?" exclaimed Will, in great excitement.
"No more than the rest of you. An arm came into view, and the kettle wasdrawn in. Somebody is going to enjoy a fine supper to-night. Perhaps thepoor fellow has not tasted decent food for ages. Much good may it dohim," said Frank.
"What are you going to do about it, then?" demanded the warlike Bluff.
"Well, the best thing is to open another can of succotash and one of thecorned beef, since we seem to have set our minds on that stew," smiledFrank.
He immediately started operations.
"But are we going to sit here like a lot of babies while that scamp runsoff with our supper?" demanded Bluff, indignantly.
"And he's stolen one of your charming little aluminum kettles, too,Frank," put in Will, in added horror.
"Well, there are plenty more where that came from, and an indulgent dadwill, I am sure, supply me with all I want; but I should hate to have totell him that I had filled a poor demented being with bird-shot justbecause the tantalizing odor of my favorite canoeist stew had temptedhim beyond endurance."
"How do you think the beggar ever did it?" asked Jerry at this juncture,as he craned his neck to look straight upward.
"I think I can see how. I noticed a cord of some sort. Evidently he hada hook attached. This he passed over that branch of a tree sticking outfrom the top of the bluff, so that the kettle might be kept away fromthe face of the cliff as it rose, and in that way prevented fromspilling its coveted contents," replied the one addressed.
"Talk to me about your aeroplanes, that was an ascension to beat theband! Wow! I had a chill run up and down my spinal column, for I giveyou my word, fellows, at first I really thought of ghosts, and that someinvisible agency had reached down and gobbled our supper."
"And I thought I was dreaming--that I'd fallen asleep by the fire, andyou had eaten up all the stew, while Bluff was throwing up the emptykettle to practice shooting at, like he did our wash-basin that othertime," admitted Will.
"And that chap was angling for the bale of our kettle while we sat hereand never once suspected what was going on. Say, we're a husky lot oftenderfeet. Why, some night a thief will come and steal the blankets offus, and no one be the wiser until morning," declared Bluff, in disgust.
After a while the second kettle of stew was pronounced ready. It waslaughable to see how those four crowded around to protect it against aninvading force; and what suspicious looks they cast upward at the browof the innocent little bluff.
But there was no further manifestation of the Presence near them. Jerrykept an eye on the coffee-pot, and was ready with a keen-edged knife toimmediately proceed against any dangling cord and hook that might comein sight.
They enjoyed the supper in spite of the uncanny feeling that thisunprovoked and early attack had produced.
"Who was it predicted that the odors of our cooking would stir up theold hermit, and awaken his appetite for the things of the civilizedworld? Frank, it was you. And sure enough that's what came to pass. He'sgot tired of feeding on roots and birds' eggs and fish," remarked Will,feeling better after he had quieted the gnawings of his appetite.
"Provided that it was the so-called wild man," said Frank, quietly.
At which remark there was a chorus of cries.
"It certainly must have been a human being and not an animal. Even aneducated ape or chimpanzee could never have had that cord and hook andmanaged it as this chap did. What do you mean by doubting it, Frank?"demanded Bluff.
"Yes, tell us what you've been thinking?" asked Will.
"Say, that gives me an idea. I wager I can guess what he's got in mind,"ventured Jerry, looking exceedingly wise.
"Well, go on then," from Frank.
"The two runaway tramps!"
"Jerry, that head of yours will get you into trouble some day. You aretoo good a guesser," laughed Frank.
"Then that was it? You think the tramps have come over here to WildcatIsland to hide while the sheriff is hunting the woods high and low forthem? I declare, if that's so it means warm times in store for us,"exclaimed Will.
"Talk to me about your war scares, what could equal that? Why, we'llcapture the blooming hoboes, and let Mr. Dodd know there are othersbesides himself who can do things."
"What makes you think that?" pursued Bluff, who always wanted to knowthe why and wherefore of everything, he being the Doubting Thomas of thequartet.
"I may be mistaken, remember; for I'm just speculating, you see. In thefirst place, I doubt if our wild man would be provided with such aconvenient cord and hook. Then again I saw that arm, and it was coveredwith a sleeve that looked wonderfully like that of the taller tramp'scoat, a dun-colored affair."
"Bravo! Frank's logic carries the day. I'm going to take it for grantedthat we are entertaining angels unawares on this blessed old island,"cried Will.
"Angels?" snorted Jerry. "Talk to me about that, will you? They musthave had their wings singed, then, or else they'd have flown down andscooped our grub instead of using a measly old string. Angels! Wow!Will's turning poet as well as artist."
"I know one thing, boys, and that is we'll have to keep watch and watchevery night from now on. If the tramps are here they'll steal everythingwe own, given half a chance," from Bluff.
"That's a good idea, and we'll arrange that one must be on guard for twohours at a stretch. Besides, it will make the camp seem more military,"said Frank.
"I rather like the idea, and ask to be appointed the first keeper of thewatch," spoke up Will.
An arrangement was soon completed. By means of a system each of the boyswould be on duty as a guard two hours of the night. This would cover thetime from ten to six, which allowed the sleepers ample time torecuperate.
They passed a pleasant evening despite the many suspicious glances castaloft from time to time. Finally Jerry began to yawn.
"Say, fellows, as I'm the last to go on duty, I guess I'll turn in.To-morrow I mean to collect a lot of hemlock browse for a bed; butto-night it's me on the cold, hard ground, with only my good blanketunder and above."
"Not a bit of it, old chap. Here's where my surprise comes in. Now, youand our good friend Bluff here have been sighing for a chance to provewhich one possesses the biggest lungs. I'm going to give you a chance tomake good," announced Frank.
"Hurrah! count me in, whatever it is," exclaimed Bluff, jumping up, asFrank began to undo the mysterious bundle that had excited theircuriosity earlier.
"Here you see a couple of the finest rubber air-cushion mattresses evermade for the use of campers. Each can be extended so that two can sleepon it. Now, I'm going to spread these out here ready. You two will liedown on your chests, and wait till I give the signal, and then blow forall you're worth. The first one whose mattress is filled with air willbe proclaimed the victor," said Frank.
Jerry and Bluff threw themselves prostrate instantly, eager for thetrial, a
"Go!"
Frank stood there as referee and timed the contestants, who puffed andblew with all the vigor of their young lungs, until both mattressesstood out just as full as they could stand.
"How is it?" wheezed Bluff, looking up, red in the face.
"Do I win?" gasped Jerry, too exhausted to do more than roll over.
"Gentlemen, it has been a remarkable contest all around. I am forced tocall it a draw for to-night, as you both came under the wire at the sametime. It is simply wonderful!" announced the judge, gravely.
Will mutely held up his hands, but whether to express his admiration forthe capacity of the contestants' lungs or for the astonishing ingenuityof Frank, could not be told. He knew that they would never have anytrouble about getting those two air mattresses filled each night, forthe eager rivals could hardly wait for turning-in time to come, soanxious were they for a new trial of lung capacity.
Frank had not camped in Maine for nothing. He afterwards admitted insecret to Will that he had witnessed a similar trick being played upon acouple of guides, and had never forgotten it.
"Just you wait until to-morrow night, and I'll show you," grunted Jerry,as he rolled over to woo the goddess of slumber.
"Then you'll have to go a notch better than you did just now, that'swhat," was the pugnacious reply of his rival.
"How does it go, Jerry?" asked Will, whose watch came first, and who washandling Frank's gun a bit nervously, for he was a poor shot.
"Fine. Frank, you deserve the united thanks of the club for thinking ofsuch things as these. Talk to me about your bed of hemlock browse, it'sall good enough to read about, but this is solid comfort!" said Jerry.
"That settles it. They must be great when such a simple-minded sportsmanas you would praise them. Here goes, fellows," and Frank lay down.
Ere long the camp was quiet, save for the strenuous breathing of Bluff,who persisted in lying on his back, and gently snoring. Will sat out hiswatch and then awoke Frank, whose turn came after him.
It was just about midnight when he took up his station where he couldsee all that went on in the camp. He meant to keep a good watch,because, if those rascally tramps were really on the island it was morethan possible that they would sooner or later try to make another raidon the larder of the boys in order to satisfy their hunger.
The moon had risen long before, but was hidden behind a bank of heavyclouds.
Frank was trying to figure out how he ought to act under suchconditions. He had said that he did not want to do the tramps bodilyinjury if it could be prevented, but at the same time there might ariseconditions that would necessitate prompt and severe measures ofreprisal.
He would not like to shoot unless the object of his anger were at a gooddistance so that the bird-shot would not severely injure the object ofhis attentions.
Frank had his back against a tree, and could observe the entire camp ashe sat there with the minutes passing. Strange noises came from theinterior of the island, but this lad had spent so many nights undercanvas that most of them were familiar to him as the cries of owls ornighthawks, perhaps quarreling raccoons or an opossum objecting to arival's attentions to his mate.
But when he had been sitting there fully an hour Frank's attention wascalled to a slight movement in the bushes on one side of the camp.
Thrilled with expectancy he watched the leaves, and kept his fingersupon the triggers of the gun that lay across his knees, ready for anemergency.