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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The Rambler club in the mountains - -Author: W. Crispin Sheppard - -Release Date: September 27, 2022 [eBook #69054] - -Language: English - -Produced by: David Edwards, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This book was - produced from images made available by the HathiTrust - Digital Library.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RAMBLER CLUB IN THE -MOUNTAINS *** - - - - - - The Rambler Club - in the Mountains - - BY W. CRISPIN SHEPPARD - - AUTHOR OF - - "THE RAMBLER CLUB AFLOAT" - "THE RAMBLER CLUB'S WINTER CAMP" - ETC. - - THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY - PHILADELPHIA - MCMX - - COPYRIGHT - 1910 BY - THE PENN - PUBLISHING - COMPANY - - - - - Introduction - - -In pursuance of his intention to write stories full of lively, -wholesome adventure for boys, the author presents "The Rambler Club in -the Mountains," following "The Rambler Club Afloat," and "The Rambler -Club's Winter Camp." - -The five boys leave their home in Wisconsin and journey to the -far-away state of Oregon. There, in the mountain wilderness, among the -haunts of big game, they meet with plenty of exciting adventures; and -Dick Travers, the "official photographer," succeeds in making some -remarkable snap-shots. - -"Little Bill" Dugan and "Surly Joe" Tomlin, who are harboring fancied -grievances, unintentionally bring the boys into great peril. Their -thrilling experience, however, enables them to solve the mystery in the -fate of Howard Fenton, who has been carried through the gorge of Canyon -River. - -The Ramblers find all their courage and endurance called into play, -but prove again that they are made of the right stuff. - -In spite of all they have gone through, the boys have not lost their -love for roughing it, and they look forward with pleasure to other -adventures with rifle and rod, some of which are recounted in "The -Rambler Club on Circle T Ranch." - - W. CRISPIN SHEPPARD. - - - - - Contents - - - I. UP TO THE LAKE - - II. HOWARD FENTON - - III. ON THE "DAUNTLESS" - - IV. THE ISLAND CAMP - - V. OUT IN THE STORM - - VI. THE NATIONAL GAME - - VII. FUR, FIN, AND FEATHER - - VIII. THE INTRUDER - - IX. AN EXCURSION - - X. HOWARD IN DANGER - - XI. "LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP" - - XII. DOWN THE GORGE - - XIII. HANK MERWIN'S CABIN - - XIV. A BEACON LIGHT - - XV. DICK'S MOOSE - - XVI. TACKLING "OLD EPHRAIM" - - XVII. ON THE MOUNTAIN - - XVIII. THE PRESCOTT PUZZLE - - XIX. ABOVE THE CLOUDS - - XX. BOB'S WILDCAT - - XXI. DAVE PAINTS A PICTURE - - XXII. CHASING "LITTLE BILL" - - XXIII. CANYON RIVER - - XXIV. "YOU SAVED MY LIFE!" - - XXV. "HELLO, BOB SOMERS!" - - XXVI. ACROSS THE CURRENT - - XXVII. UP THE CLIFFS - - XXVIII. ALL TOGETHER - - - - - Illustrations - - - A BOY STEPPED FORWARD - - THEY LOUNGED AROUND A CHEERFUL BLAZE - - "THE 'DAUNTLESS' IS IN THE GORGE" - - "HE'S DONE FOR" - - DESPERATELY, HE CLUNG TO IT - - - - - The Rambler Club in the Mountains - - - - - CHAPTER I - - UP TO THE LAKE - - -"Well, boys, here we are at last!" - -Bob Somers, with a smile of satisfaction on his healthy, sunburned -face, uttered these words, as he stood, surrounded by his fellow -members of the Rambler Club, at a small railroad station in Oregon. -To their left, above a line of trees, columns of brownish smoke and -jets of dazzling white steam shot up, each moment changing position -and showing how fast the train from which they had just alighted was -speeding on its way over the iron rails. - -About them was a rich and fertile valley overlooked by a range of -rugged mountains, several of whose summits, crowned with snow, gleamed -brightly against the sky. It was a wild and beautiful prospect that met -the Ramblers' gaze, and their eyes sparkled. - -"Well, here we are at last!" repeated "Captain Bob," seating himself -upon a trunk. "What do you think of it, Chubby?" - -Stout, good-natured Dave Brandon, fanning his face vigorously, paused -for an instant, turned slowly around until his eyes had taken in the -entire scene, and then replied, "Simply grand, Bob. My, but won't I -make some great sketches!" - -"Chub--artist in chief," laughed Dick Travers, "also poet laureate. But -don't forget, fellows, that I'm the official photographer." - -"Dick's going to snap all the bears and wildcats before we shoot 'em," -grinned little Tom Clifton--"real exciting sport, that." - -"Oh, bother pictures and photographs," put in Sam Randall, scornfully. -"It's hunting and fishing I'm after. Why, you know Bob Somers' uncle -said----" - -"Oh, that's the fifteenth time you've told us already," interrupted Tom -Clifton. "Lots of grizzly and ginger bears in the mountains, and----" - -"Huh! Who ever heard of ginger bears?" laughed Sam. - -"Cinnamon, he means," put in Bob Somers, smilingly. - -"Cinnamon--that's it--knew it was like some kind of spice," said Tom, -with a wink. "But say, fellows," he added, glancing at the road, which -curved toward the mountains, "I wonder what's the matter with that -stage-coach. Hope it won't be a case of walk." - -"Walk!" The poet laureate, seated on a box, leaned his substantial -frame against the side of the station and groaned. "Don't you dare -suggest such an awful thing, Tom Clifton," he said, severely. "I feel -uncommonly tired--and hungry, too. Why, it's three hours since I had a -square meal." - -A gruff, hearty laugh rang out, as the station-master stepped from the -door. - -"You don't look, son, as if you needed another for a week," he -remarked, pleasantly. "Reckon you fellows are going to stay a spell, -jedging by the truck you've got." He waved his hand toward the baggage. - -Bob nodded. "How about the stage?" he inquired, anxiously. - -"Oh, 'Big Bill' ain't never on time," volunteered the station-master, -reassuringly; "that is, more'n once in about two months," he -connected; "but he'll be here all right--don't worry yourselves--there!" - -He stopped short, raised his arm, and the boys, following its direction -with their eyes, saw on a short stretch of yellow road a dark object -which had appeared in view from behind a ridge. It was far off and -apparently moving at a snail's pace. - -"'Big Bill,'" added the man, laconically. - -"Bill isn't hurting his horses," remarked Sam Randall. "Crickets, I -wish he would hurry." - -"Bound for Isaac Barton's place, ain't you?" inquired the -station-master, curiously. "'Big Bill' says, yisterday, as how some -party was a-going to have the place this summer." - -"Guessed it the first time," laughed Sam; "that is, if he ever gets us -there." - -Eager to reach their destination, time passed slowly indeed, and the -boys breathed a sigh of satisfaction when the stage-coach finally -resolved itself into definite shape, and the crack of the driver's whip -came over the still air. - -In the midst of a cloud of yellow dust, the coach, drawn by four dapple -grays, rattled briskly along. - -"Oh, ho, never was so glad to see anything in my life," observe Dave -Brandon, resuming a standing posture. - -To the accompaniment of many shouts, the driver skilfully swung his -horses around, the coach thundered up to the platform and stopped short. - -"Pretty well done, that," murmured Bob. - -"Mornin', Jed--mornin', gents!" - -The driver passed his lines over a convenient hook, surveyed the group -critically for a moment, then climbed slowly down from his lofty perch. - -In spite of his nickname, he was not a big man. A long, aquiline nose, -a pair of restless, gray eyes, and a complexion bronzed a deep brown -were his distinguishing features, and several of the boys also noted -that he wore an extremely sour expression. - -"Well, Bill Dugan," observed the station-master, pleasantly, "a regular -party here to-day, an' all of 'em bound for the old Rickham House." - -"I see 'em--my eyes is still good," grumbled Bill; "an' a sight of -truck to hoist on the old rattleboard, too. You chaps is goin' to stay -here all your lives, ain't yer?" - -"Big Bill's" glance rested on the stout form of Dave Brandon. - -"Oh, no, not so bad as that," laughed the poet laureate. "We'll give -you a hand in getting the stuff aboard." - -But the driver seemed to be in no particular hurry. He seated himself -on one of the boxes, leaned back and folded his arms. - -"Them nags has to take a rest," he announced, calmly. "Beats me, Jed, -why any one should want to come out here. Only wish I had 'nuff coin to -git away." - -The station-master laughed. - -"'Tain't the first time you've said so, Bill," he observed, dryly. - -"An' won't be the last, nuther. I ain't never had no chance. Jack -Bender went off to Portland, an' I hear tell he's makin' lots of money. -I'm smart as him, any day." - -"Big Bill's" restless eyes fixed themselves on the other's face, and, -as if expecting that his statement might be challenged, he paused. - -Then, as silence ensued, Bob Somers spoke up. "How long will it take us -to reach the village?" he asked. - -"If the old rattleboard don't git throw'd down the precipice, about -five hours." - -"What precipice?" asked Tom Clifton, with an uneasy look. - -"Over at Blinker's Pass--a clean drop of three hundred feet, 'most -straight as the walls of this here shanty, eh, Jed?" - -"Whew! Anything ever happen there?" asked Tom. - -"Four year ago next June, a hoss slipped, took over his mate, an' as -neat a trap as you ever laid yer eyes on was busted into a thousand -pieces." - -"Great Scott!" exclaimed Tom, breathlessly, "wasn't that awful! Driver -go over, too?" - -"Jest managed to jump an' save hisself." - -"Are your horses liable to stumble?" Tom's voice was slightly -tremulous, and he glanced sharply at the four dapple grays. - -"All hosses is," was the unsatisfactory reply, "but I cant be a-talkin' -here all day--give us a hand, Jed--no, we don't want no help." He -waved aside the boys, seized hold of a box, and, within a few minutes, -assisted by the station-master, had stowed away the baggage upon the -top of the vehicle. - -"Lucky we ain't got no other passengers to-day," he grumbled, as he -passed an enormous red handkerchief across his perspiring forehead. -"Fetch out the mail-bag, Jed, an' we'll git. Somebody can ride up with -me, if he wants to." - -"I will," said Bob Somers, quickly. - -In a jiffy, he had climbed up to the seat. - -"Awful selfish, I know, fellows," he said, smilingly, "and----" - -But his further speech was cut short by "Big Bill," who dropped heavily -beside him and picked up the lines. - -"Git up, there! Whoa--steady, boy, steady--so long, Jed." His long, -snake-like whip twisted and writhed through the air, cracking like a -volley of pistol-shots; the leaders plunged forward, and, in a moment, -a cloud of dust again arose, and the little station was veiled behind -the flying particles. - -The dapple grays, at an even trot, pounded over the yellow road, past -white farmhouses, green fields and orchards loaded with fruit, toward -the tree-covered mountains which loomed up straight ahead. - -"This is a dandy country," cried Bob Somers, enthusiastically. "Must -be all kinds of game out here. Say, are there many visitors at the -village?" - -"Ever since people got the idea that it was a good health resort, -we've had 'em--that is now an' then," responded the driver, skilfully -flipping the off-horse on the ear, "but I only wish I could git away." - -Bob smiled. "Any young fellows around?" he asked--"enough to make up a -baseball nine? It would be jolly good fun to have a game." - -"I ain't got no time for such foolishness," growled "Big Bill," -flipping the other horse with equal skill. "There's young fellers -around, of course. Did you ever see a place without 'em? An' I ain't -a-sayin' that they're all they should be, neither." - -"Some people from New York here, aren't there?" - -"How did you know?" queried Dugan, with a look of surprise. - -"Oh, my uncle told me something about 'em. Said they were good sort, -and all that." - -"Guess you're talkin' 'bout Fenton an' his son, Howard," responded -Dugan, frowning until the lines on either side of his nose had deepened -into ruts. "They're staying at the hotel. A good sort, you say? Well, -I haven't much use for 'em. Neither one never throw'd no coin in my -way. Whoa, you brute! If that little feller inside sees old 'Peggy' -a-stumblin' like that, he'll be scared enough to git out--an' walk." - -Dugan's sour expression relaxed, and he laughed loudly. - -The road led across a rolling valley, and Bob Somers drew an -involuntary breath of admiration as the ever-changing panorama opened -out before him. Rugged forms on the mountains gradually grew more -distinct, until the rocky sides of frowning precipices could be clearly -seen. - -"Pretty heavily timbered," observed Bob, with a glance aloft. "Great -Scott, that mountain we're coming to is a whopper, all right." - -"'Tain't nothin' to some," replied Dugan, "but I reckon when we git to -Blinkers Pass you'll want to climb inside--most of 'em does." - -"Not I," laughed Bob. "Only wish we were there now. Hello, Dave!" he -sang out. - -"Hello, Bob!" came a cheery response from within the coach. - -"What do you think of this for scenery--isn't it great?" - -"Oh, ho--best I ever saw. I'm getting inspirations every minute. Did -you ever see anything prettier than this?" - -As he spoke, the vehicle lumbered heavily over a bridge. Below, a -turbulent stream foamed its way in and out among rocks and boulders, -sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight. The trail led upward, and when -an hour had passed--an hour full of delight to the boys--they were in -the midst of a wild and unfrequented region. Here and there, leaves of -the maple and ash shone out against the darker pines and cedars, while -the dogwood in full bloom lightened the landscape with its cheerful -colors. Forest perfumes filled the air, and the notes of many woodland -songsters rose above the steady grind of the coach. - -"Perfectly su-perb--magnificent!" floated out of the window, and Bob -Somers chuckled as he listened to the delighted comments of his friends. - -It was a long, toilsome ascent. The road twisted and turned, now lost -in the dark, gloomy recesses of the mountain, then emerging into the -clear daylight, where views of the broad valley were obtained. - -"Crickets, but we are getting up in the air," called out Tom Clifton. -"How much further is it to that pass?" - -Dugan pulled up his panting horses. "A right smart ways, yet," he -answered, "but you'll know it when we get there, young 'un." - -At the next halting place, a magnificent view caused the Ramblers to -almost exhaust their vocabulary of admiring expressions. A veil of -bluish mist hung over the opposite mountain, while its snow-capped -summit, rising clear, shone out brilliantly against the sky. Far down -in the valley a silver torrent threaded its way among the rich masses -of vegetation. - -"Glorious!" cried Bob Somers, enthusiastically. "It certainly makes a -chap feel small. Know how high that mountain is, Mr. Dugan?" - -The driver snorted. - -"Bill--plain Bill's my name," he said, sourly. "Never had no tape -measure long enough to find out, but some says it's five thousand feet." - -"And it looks it," was Bob's comment. - -"In ten minutes we'll git to Blinker's Pass," went on "Big Bill," -slowly. "Don't know but what we oughter blindfold that little feller -inside--say, what's the fat boy's name?" - -"Dave Brandon." - -"He don't look as if he ever done a lick of work in his life. Whoa, you -'Peggy.' Too clost to the pass for any of that game;" and Bill, with a -laugh, gazed into Bob Somers' face. - -"Might as well give it up, Bill--you can't scare me," laughed Bob. -"Guess you won't find Tom Clifton showing the white feather, either." - -"We hain't came to it yet," and Bill smiled grimly. - -But the pass was soon reached. The road rose steeply, then stretched -ahead in a level course for a considerable distance. - -Bob Somers, in spite of his assurance, felt a strange tremor run -through him, as they reached the dangerous point. Below, the jagged -rocks extended in a sheer descent of several hundred feet, and between -them and the bottom was but a narrow strip of turf and rocks. He -clutched hold of the seat in a firm grasp and gazed breathlessly at the -thrilling sight. - -"Something of a drop, eh?" chuckled "Big Bill." "Toss over one of them -rocks an' you won't hear a sound when it strikes." - -"Great Scott, it's like being in a balloon," gasped Bob. - -"It's taken the nerve of many a fellow--it has. Hey, young 'un, are you -too scared to take a look?" - -The driver leaned around and glanced toward the window. He saw Dave -Brandon's smiling face looking calmly down. - -"It's deep, and no mistake," observed the stout boy; "but not quite as -bad as I hoped." - -"Don't expect much, Chubby, do you?" laughed Bob. - -As for little Tom Clifton, he smiled faintly, but made no reply to -Dugan's question, and the latter was quite sure that he breathed a sigh -of relief when the precipice was hidden from view behind a ridge. - -Again the coach climbed laboriously upward. Many times the panting -animals were allowed to rest, and the Ramblers became impatient -to reach their destination. Hunger attacked them, and Dave sighed -dolefully as he thought of the long wait before their appetites could -be satisfied. - -But at length the road began to descend, and about two o'clock they -caught a glimpse of a shining body of water with two dark spots at its -western end. - -"What are they?" asked Bob, with interest. - -"Promontory and Hemlock Islands," replied Dugan. "That's Mountain Lake. -We're gittin' there now--village is jist beyond the middle of the lake." - -"And mighty glad I am to see it," said Bob. "I can make out some of the -buildings. Are those white spots farmhouses?" - -The driver nodded. - -"This must be a great place for boating and fishing." - -"'Tain't bad--but jist let me give you a word of advice--keep away from -them islands." - -"Why?" - -"Why?" echoed Dugan, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, jist this -side of 'em is the entrance to Canyon River. It runs a-racin' an' -teamin' through an awful gorge, an' any feller that gits swept in is a -goner." - -"Whew! No one ever go through in safety?" - -"None that I ever hearn tell of. The sides of the gorge rise plumb out -of the water, an' even if you kin swim like a fish it wouldn't do you -no good." - -"Well, I guess you won't catch me trying to swim through," laughed Bob. - -"The end of the lake is all right for a feller that knows the -currents," went on Dugan. "That's what I told Howard Fenton." - -As if glad that their journey was about over, the horses broke into a -brisk trot and the coach rattled noisily along, swerving from side to -side, while Bill Dugan cracked his long whip at frequent intervals. - -He was a skilful but reckless driver, and the last stretch was taken at -a clip which made Bob Somers hold tightly to his seat. - -As they approached the lake, Captain Bob became more and more pleased -with its surroundings. The forms of the two islands began to stand out -clearly, and he soon saw that the nearest was scarcely more than two -hundred yards from the end of the picturesque sheet of water. The lake -rounded sharply at this point, being shut in by granite cliffs. It was -here, immediately opposite Promontory Island, that Canyon River had its -source, the water flowing into a gorge whose towering walls rose in -places from five hundred to a thousand feet. - -"Do people climb the mountain?" asked Bob. - -"Anybody that don't mind riskin' their necks kin. But it's an awful -job, an' nobody with any sense would try it," growled Dugan. "Onct, -I was foolish enough ter go up with some fellers. We set out early, -an'"--Dugan paused; the recollections brought out the wrinkles on his -forehead again--"I'll never forgit it. After a-climbin' an' climbin', -we came to a wall of rock risin' most straight up in the air." - -"Well, what happened?" - -"The fust thing we did arter that was to run inter a hornet's nest, -an' in tryin' ter git away from the pesky bugs I fell down a bank, -every blessed cent I had rolled out of me pockets, an', for all I know, -they're a-rollin' yet." - -Bob politely refrained from smiling at Bill Dugan's ludicrous -expression of disgust. - -"Not only that," went on the driver, "but I ruined me best pair of -boots, an' was laid up for a week with a bad arm. An' all that jist to -hear the sound of a waterfall in the distance--always did run in mean -luck." - -"Climb the wall of rock?" queried Bob. - -"I did not," snorted Dugan. "T'other chaps wanted to, but I says, 'Not -fur me.'" - -"Then you never saw the waterfall?" - -"No! An' don't want to, nuther. Some fellers has, but the pesky birds -an' animals kin do all the lookin', as fur as I keer. As I tole you -afore, anybody what gits caught in that gorge is a goner. Where the -river comes out there's a current that would make you shiver to look -at. No boat could git up it." - -"How is the mountain on the other side?" - -"Like a twin brother to this one, an' hard to tell which is the -meanest. None of us around here ever keers to go up, but strangers, -like as not, will be crazy 'nuff ter try it." - -"That's mighty interesting--I mean the waterfall," observed Bob Somers. - -"I suspicioned you'd say so, an' wouldn't s'prise me if you turned out -to be one of them fellers what don't mind a-runnin' inter danger--the -wuss, the better. Only hopes you git cured soon," and with this -ill-natured remark the driver lapsed into silence, while Bob devoted -his attention to the scenery. - -The lake now stretched straight ahead, its furthest shore almost lost -in a haze that enveloped the base of the mountains beyond. The road led -down to the water's edge, and once there, it seemed but a few minutes -before the stage-coach was rattling past the outlying farms. The -individual houses of the village were now clearly distinguishable, as -well as a wharf, at which several boats were moored. - -At length, the vehicle drew up in front of the Resort House, a rather -pretentious building which combined hotel, post-office and general -store. - -It seemed as if the entire male population had assembled to witness -the arrival of the coach. Men and boys lolled about, exhibiting the -liveliest interest in the proceedings, and gaping curiously at the five -boys, as they stepped to the ground. - -"Act as if they'd never seen a human being before," whispered Sam -Randall. "My, but it's good to stretch one's legs again." - -"Say, which of you fellows is Bob Somers?" exclaimed a cheery voice. - -[Illustration: A BOY STEPPED FORWARD.] - -From among the group, a boy stepped forward, looking inquiringly from -one to another. - - - - - CHAPTER II - - HOWARD FENTON - - -His general appearance indicated at once that he was not a native of -that region. His neat blue suit, of the latest cut, set off a slight, -boyish figure to advantage, and seemed more appropriate to Fifth Avenue -than to a small mountain village. A shock of chestnut hair, in defiance -of comb and brush, swept across a white forehead, and his frank blue -eyes were pleasant to look upon. Below them, a coat of tan told of his -outdoor life. - -Bob Somers held out his hand. - -"I'll bet you're Howard Fenton," he said, warmly. - -"You've struck it," laughed the other, accepting the proffered hand -and giving it a hearty shake. "And mighty glad I am, too, that you -chaps have arrived," he went on, totally ignoring the presence of many -interested listeners. - -"My uncle spoke to me about you," said Bob. "Fellows, this is Howard -Fenton." - -"Feels good to meet some one," laughed Dave. "Takes off some of the -strangeness of landing in a strange place. How do you like it out here?" - -"For a while, not at all," replied Fenton, lowering his voice. "You -see," he added, confidentially, "I was always used to the city, and -the strangeness you speak of--well"--he drew a long breath--"it hit me -pretty hard, at first. Silly, I know, but the pater--he's out here with -me--thought he knew what kind of a vacation I'd enjoy." - -"And he wasn't mistaken, after all," interrupted Bob; "I can see that -by your face." - -"I should say not. A few days, and I began to like it immensely." - -"See here," broke in Dugan's rough voice, as its owner stepped out of -the post-office, "I'm going to take your truck over to the house. If -you're goin', jump in;" and, without waiting for a reply, he mounted to -his seat. - -"Coming along, Fenton, aren't you?" inquired Bob, cordially. - -The New York boy nodded. - -"Sure," he answered. "We'll get better acquainted on the way. Maybe I -can help you to get things started." - -As the coach whirled along, Fenton told them that he intended taking -a scientific course in Columbia University and had brought a few -text-books along to study between times. - -"And I haven't opened one of them yet," he added, with a laugh. - -"Best plan for vacation," said Dave Brandon, lazily. - -"Mr. Barton told me that you fellows have formed a club." - -"That's right--and we've seen some great times, too," responded Somers. - -"Go in for parliamentary procedure and all that, do you--whereas, etc., -etc., be it therefore resolved that----" - -"Not much," grinned Sam Randall. "Hunting, fishing, and having a good -time generally is what we're after. That stout boy opposite is our -poet laureate and artist in chief; Dick, here, is photographer; Bob's -captain, and Tom Clifton and I are just ordinaries." - -Fenton laughed. - -"Do you really paint?" he asked, with interest, turning toward Dave. - -"Oh, yes--a little," admitted the latter. "Just took it up last winter, -though." - -"Are you going to make any sketches out here?" - -"It would take an awful lot to keep me from it. I have a stack of -canvas that has to be daubed up. And talk about fine views, never saw -anything to beat 'em." - -"I met Mr. Barton several times," went on Fenton. "He sort of took to -me because I came from New York." - -"Yes, that's where he used to live," said Bob. "Uncle Isaac came out -here a good many years ago. He has some big orchards a few miles -away--grows all sorts of fruits, you know. He bought this house because -it's right near the lake." - -"Mighty good of him to invite us out here, wasn't it?" put in Sam -Randall. - -"Uncle got the idea of going to Europe," added Bob, by way of -explanation, "so he suggested that the whole crowd come over. And he -left a colored boy to do the cooking, too." - -Fenton nodded, and Bob went on, "The Rambler Club rendered father a -big service not long ago. We took a trip for him, and on the way some -fellows blew up our motor boat." - -"Blew it up?" gasped Fenton. - -"Yes--into a thousand bits. I'll tell you about it some time. Well, -dad insisted upon making up the loss in some way, and when Uncle Isaac -proposed this jaunt, I didn't have any trouble in fixing it up. Uncle -Isaac and his wife left a bit sooner than they expected, and hustled us -out here." - -"Nothing could have suited me better," declared Fenton, warmly. "I -guess you won't mind my mixing in with you once in a while. Most of -the visitors in town are elderly people, and the boys," he lowered his -voice, "well, they're good enough chaps in their way, but not just the -sort I like. Jim Havens and Tom Sanders are the two I know best." - -"Why do they call Dugan 'Big Bill'?" asked Tom Clifton. "He isn't big." - -Fenton grinned. - -"Has a nephew of the same name," he explained. "He's smaller, so it's -'Big Bill' and 'Little Bill.' Fine pair they are, too. Hello--here we -are." - -This announcement interested the boys immensely. The coach was turning -into a private road, which led toward a substantial two-story building. -Standing some distance back of the main thoroughfare, its graceful -white outlines could be seen, surrounded by beautiful trees and -shrubbery. To its left was a stable. - -"Not a bad looking place, eh, fellows?" observed Bob, with satisfaction. - -"It's dandy," put in Dick Travers, enthusiastically. "And so close to -the lake." - -"Yum--yum, I can't see anything, I'm so hungry," sighed Dave. "Thank -goodness--no more traveling to-day." - -As Dugan brought up his horses before the entrance, a smiling colored -lad rushed out. - -"I 'clar' to goodness, the boys has come at last, eh? Mistah Dugan!" he -exclaimed. "I certainly is glad, for suah." - -"Show it then, Sam Bins, by helpin' to git this here truck off the -rattleboard," growled the driver. - -"So you is Mistah Somers, an' party," went on the lad. "I've been -a-lookin' for yo' every day. Yo' sho must be hungry, gemmen. All right, -Mistah Dugan, I'll help yo'. Step inside, Mistah Somers an' fren's, an' -I'll git a meal that'll do yo' a power of good." - -"Glorious words," murmured Dave, "to be followed by glorious action." - -Ten minutes later, the "rattleboard" had disappeared, and the boys were -busily engaged in removing the dust and stains of travel. - -The rooms of Rickham House were large and furnished more for -comfort than appearance. As the boys collected in the large, square -dining-hall, they examined with interest the old-fashioned fireplace, -substantial oak furniture and numerous engravings of hunting scenes -which hung upon the walls. - -Sam Bins had disappeared, but occasionally sounds from the open door -indicated that something was happening in the kitchen. - -"Did you ever think how much we owe to cooks?" said Dave, as he settled -down in a comfortable chair. "Why----" - -"Huh, cut it out, Chubby," admonished Dick Travers. "Let's talk about -something worth while." - -"Won't do it now, after being sat on like that," sighed the poet. "Wake -me up, fellows, when dinner is ready," and he closed his eyes. - -Sam Bins was a good cook and had a proper appreciation of the size of a -hungry boy's appetite. The meal was therefore a bountiful one. - -Between talking over their plans, relating stories and listening to -Fenton's description of New York, the Ramblers passed a very pleasant -time. - -The meal at length having been concluded, Sam Bins took them to the -stable and exhibited a pair of fine saddle-horses. - -"Yo' fellahs know how to ride, ob course," he said, with a huge grin. - -"Not I," responded Fenton, decidedly, as the others nodded. "Never was -on a horse in my life." - -Sam Bins was profoundly astonished. - -"Then I wouldn't advise yo' to try either of dese," he said, rather -scornfully. "Dey's got a lot ob spirit--dey has." - -Fenton laughingly assured him that he wouldn't. - -The rest of the day was spent in arranging their rooms. Dave and Sam -took one, Tom and Dick another, while Bob Somers used a smaller one at -the western end. - -Since leaving their homes in Wisconsin, they had been almost constantly -traveling, and the whole of the previous night was spent on the cars. -This, with the journey on the stage-coach, had fatigued them greatly. -But in spite of eyes that persisted in blinking, they bravely kept at -work until their belongings were arranged to suit them. - -Fenton, the city boy, had a wholesome respect for firearms, and the -Ramblers, as they exhibited their brightly polished shotguns and -rifles, filled him with apprehension. - -"I'd be afraid of my life to handle one of those things," he admitted, -candidly. "You see," he grinned, "I never had any occasion to use 'em -in New York. But there are two things I've learned pretty well out -here--sailing a boat and handling a canoe--what's the matter with -taking a sail day after to-morrow?" he rattled on. "The pater has a -good boat, the 'Dauntless,' and, if you like, we'll explore Promontory -and Hemlock Islands. They camp out there once in a while. Tom Sanders -and Jim Havens, the fellows I spoke about, are over there now." - -"You can just bet we'd like it," declared Bob, enthusiastically. - -"The lake is perfectly safe as far as the passage between the islands," -went on Fenton. "I won't take you into any danger." - -"You are not going to find us a scary crowd," laughed Bob; and the -matter was arranged then and there. Fenton soon after took his -departure. - -"A nice chap, that," observed Dave, as his slight figure grew small in -the distance. - -"Awful glad we got acquainted so soon," said Tom. "Somehow or other, he -doesn't seem like a stranger. A smart fellow, too." - -"He's in good company, then, Tom," was Dick Travers' rejoinder. - -That evening, the Ramblers sat on the wide veranda, enjoying the -pleasant air. - -The moon was mirrored in shining streaks on the breeze-swept waters -of the lake, and its light played hide-and-seek on the mountain crags -beyond. Several peaks gleamed ghostly white against a greenish sky, -while the valley appeared gray and mysterious. - -"Some of those mountains look like volcanoes," observed Tom. - -"When did you ever see a volcano?" laughed Dick. - -"In books, smarty." - -"Some of them were volcanoes at one time," declared Dave Brandon, "and -there must have been terrible eruptions. I've read that there's lots of -lava and basaltic rock to be seen, and----" - -"Basaltic rock? Excuse me, Chubby, but don't spring anything like that -so suddenly. Basaltic--wow!" and Dick's companions joined in the laugh -that followed. - -"Oregon is a great state," went on Dave, with a twinkle in his eye. -"There's a lake--Crater Lake they call it--an awful big sheet of water, -right in the crater of an extinct volcano, away up in the air, with -high walls all around." - -"Nice place to drop in," commented Sam. - -"Canyon River interests me a whole lot," observed Bob. "Of course most -of the rivers here are swift-flowing, and there are many canyons--but -that waterfall--great to get a look at it, eh?" - -"Yes, if we could soar above it in a flying machine," drawled Dave. -"Even the thought of climbing a mountain makes me tired. Fellows, I'm -going to turn right in." - -And the others decided to follow his example. - - - - - CHAPTER III - - ON THE "DAUNTLESS" - - -Breakfast on the following morning was quite late. Only a series of -wild whoops and yells, which almost scared Sam Bins out of his senses, -had served to awaken Dave Brandon, and he protested vigorously. - -"Why can't you let a fellow sleep?" he grumbled. "It's only eleven -hours ago that I tumbled into bed." - -"Nine o'clock, nine o'clock!" called Sam, laughingly. "Do you want to -sleep all day?" - -"Yes, Sam--you've struck it exactly. Think I will," and Dave tried to -lock the door. - -But three sturdy shoulders proved too much, and he capitulated. - -A tour of the grounds followed their meal. To the east of Rickham House -was a large, level field, and on reaching it Sam Randall uttered an -exclamation. - -"As I live, a regular diamond!" he said. "Crickets, isn't this fine?" - -"Well, I should say so," put in Dick. - -"Uncle Isaac was always great on baseball," explained Bob. "Played a -good bit himself--centre field, I think. Well, I suppose he managed to -have a game here, once in a while. But, come on, fellows, let's take a -look at the boats." - -Right across the road, which followed the course of the lake, and -almost directly opposite the house, was Mr. Barton's private wharf. -Besides several canoes, he owned the sailboats "Speedy" and "Spray." -Both were about twenty feet long, but the former was narrow of beam and -built mainly for the purpose which its name implied. - -"What a grand summer we'll have," cried Tom Clifton, enthusiastically, -as he stooped over to examine the trim-looking craft. - -"Well, I rather guess so," said Sam. "But it's time now to get over and -see Fenton." - -Back to the yellow road they trudged. It led past farmhouses, and -fields with growing crops, or orchards containing many kinds of fruit -trees. It was a rich and fertile valley. Here and there, flowers grew -in rich profusion, roses, lilac and rhododendrons mingling their color -in harmonious contrasts. - -The village was about half a mile from Rickham House. It had enjoyed a -boom as a health resort, on account of newly-discovered springs near -by, and the Resort House was one of the results which followed. Another -hotel was in the near future. - -The boys found a few loungers on the porch of the hotel. They -stared at the Ramblers curiously. One in particular--a typical -mountaineer--seemed the most interested. He was a tall, thin man, with -deeply wrinkled face, scraggly brownish beard, and wore an expression -which Dick Travers declared "made 'Big Bill's' face seem positively -mirthful." - -"Wal, wal! what's all this?" he growled. "Where did this parcel of boys -drop from?" - -"Not from an air-ship, that's sure," replied Dick, flippantly. - -"That ain't answerin' my question, youngster. Be you a-goin' ter stay -long?" - -"Long enough to knock over a grizzly or two," laughed Dick. "Ever see -any?" - -"Did I ever see any?" snorted the tall man. "Boys--you hear that? -Askin' old Joe Tomlin sich a question." - -"He's makin' fun of ye, Joe," said some one, with a sly wink. - -"No one kin do that," exclaimed the other, fiercely. "See here, kid----" - -But the Ramblers had entered the hotel. - -They soon found Howard Fenton, who introduced them to his father, a -slender, grave-looking gentleman wearing a beard. - -But they soon found that Mr. Fenton's cold appearance belied his -nature. He entered into their talk with almost the zest of a boy, and -all were really sorry when he declined an invitation to accompany them. - -"Just the kind of weather for a sail," observed Howard, as they walked -out upon the wharf. - -The sky was partly overcast and the low clouds scudded before a breeze -that deeply rippled the surface of the lake. Several boats moored -to the pilings were lazily rocking or straining at their ropes. The -largest was the "Dauntless," a staunch boat, built both for speed and -safety. - -"It's mine, boys," said Fenton, with a smile. "Jump in, and let me show -you what a good sailor I've become." - -The lines were cast off and the sail run up. In an instant it filled -out. Careening over, under the full force of the wind, the "Dauntless" -plunged her bow into the choppy water, and a cloud of spray dashed over -the rail. Soon she was fairly racing toward the islands, Promontory -rising grim and majestic against the lowering sky. - -"Isn't this grand?" cried Bob. "See how fast we're leaving the shore. -Where are you going to land us, Fenton?" - -"On Promontory Island. But we have to go through the passageway and -around on the other side." - -It seemed but a short time before they were skirting the shore of -Hemlock Island, while a little way off the more rugged sides of the -other rose, in places, almost perpendicularly. Here and there, stunted -growth struggled for existence, but the summit was crowned with a thick -growth of trees. Hemlock Island was flat, and almost entirely wooded. - -"Look alive, fellows!" warned Fenton, at length. - -The boom swung around, the "Dauntless" shivered and shook, then, -righting herself easily, sent the spray flying again, as she came about -and headed for the passageway. - -"What whopping big trees," cried Tom Clifton, admiringly, noticing the -giants that rose here and there among the dark firs. - -"Redwood," said Fenton. "This is a glorious country for trees and plant -life generally. There are oaks in there, besides wild cherry and many -other kinds. Of course some parts of the state are barren, with salt -marshes and plains covered with sage-brush." - -"Give me this part every time, then," said Bob. "Doesn't it look -inviting in there, fellows? Imagine a nice little camp, and dinner -under way." - -"Wait until you see the other side of Promontory," put in Fenton; "it -beats this all hollow." - -At the proper time, the course of the boat was again changed slightly, -and they entered a wide channel. - -The passageway was almost in the shape of a letter V, with irregular -sides. - -In the shelter of the great crags, the speed of the "Dauntless" was -considerably checked, indeed, within the channel, she was almost -becalmed. - -"Think of trying to climb that cliff, Chubby," exclaimed Sam Randall, -glancing aloft. "Whew, wouldn't it be awful?" - -"Makes me nervous to think of it, even," broke in Tommy Clifton. - -"I can show you a way to reach the top without danger," laughed Fenton. -"From there, you get a good view of Canyon River." - -In a short time the "Dauntless" swung around a point. - -On this side, the character of the island was different. In parts there -were rocky cliffs, while elsewhere thickly-wooded slopes led upward. -They were steep, but easily climbed. - -Now and then they passed picturesque coves and wooded points, and the -newcomers were thoroughly charmed. - -"Hello, I see a boat!" exclaimed Bob, suddenly. - -"And by the flying partridge, the smoke of a camp-fire," laughed Dave. - -"And a tent," chimed in Sam Randall. - -"Probably Jim Havens and Tom Sanders," put in Fenton. "Might as well -land;" and so speaking, he headed the "Dauntless" toward the shore. - -As they approached the camp, which was built on a knoll, three young -men were seen lazily reclining on the ground. They sprang to their feet -and walked forward. - - - - - CHAPTER IV - - THE ISLAND CAMP - - -"Havens, Sanders and 'Little Bill' Dugan," added Fenton, quietly, as a -hail came from the shore. - -"A jolly good place for a camp," observed Bob. - -"But no game around worth shooting at," objected Sam. "Hello, look at -that sign they've got." - -On a strip of canvas, stretching from one tree to another, was painted -in rude black letters, "Idleman's Club." - -"Hello there, Fenton," came from the shore; "what crowd is that you've -got?" - -"Wait and see, Havens," replied Howard, smilingly. - -The sail rattled down and the "Dauntless" glided slowly over the -transparent water toward a boat moored close by. Havens caught a rope, -and, in a moment, the boys were scrambling ashore. - -Jim Havens was a sturdy-looking boy, with a rather pleasant face and -manner, while Tom Sanders, slimly built, had sharp features and a loud -voice. The Ramblers did not need to be told which was "Little Bill." -That lad had the same aquiline nose, gray eyes and sour expression -which characterized his uncle, the stage-driver. - -"Come over to the camp, fellows," invited Havens, pleasantly. "This is -a surprise, all right." - -The Idleman's Club had chosen a most inviting situation. Not far away -was a thick grove of trees, while the heights which rose back of them -formed a most pleasing picture. - -As the group walked toward the camp-fire, "Little Bill" trailed in the -rear. He did not seem glad to see the visitors, and on learning who Bob -Somers and his friends were, his manner became even less cordial. - -Before the tent a brisk fire was burning. Suspended above it several -pots were steaming merrily and sending forth a delicious odor. - -The boys examined the camp with interest, peeped into the tent, and -then looked at the game which the Idleman's Club had bagged the day -before. - -"Havens," said "Little Bill," suddenly, "I want to go over and see Mr. -Barton this afternoon, an'----" - -"Didn't you know he had gone?" asked Bob, in surprise. - -"Gone?" echoed Dugan; "yer don't mean ter say so." A blank look came -over his face. "Gone," he repeated, "since when?" - -"About five days ago," answered Bob. - -"Little Bill" made an angry gesture. - -"An' I thought he wasn't a-leavin' till next week." - -"Changed his mind," said Bob. - -"Wal, wal--an' me here without known' a thing about it. Ain't that -luck?" - -Dugan seemed much perturbed. - -"An' didn't he say nothin' 'bout me?" he demanded. - -"Why, no," replied Bob. "Not in any of his letters." - -"Mighty funny, for a fact. I've done odd jobs over at Rickham fur -a long spell, now, an' I was powerful sure he'd give me the job of -lookin' after his horses this summer. Ask Sanders if I wasn't." - -"Sure you were," said the thin boy. - -"He always called me 'Bill'--old Barton did. He says ter me, 'Bill, -I'll see about it.' Say, why didn't Sam Bins go with him?" - -"I don't know," said Bob. - -"An' there's another thing. Seein' as how he wouldn't be here this -summer, I wanted ter use the 'Spray.' I spoke to him 'bout that, too." - -"Would he agree to that?" - -"He didn't say nothin'," admitted Dugan, reluctantly, "but I'm powerful -sure he intended to. Didn't tell me no. Anyway, I suppose it'll be all -right, eh?" and "Little Bill" looked eagerly at Captain Bob. - -"I'll write my uncle and find out. I'd like to oblige you, Dugan, but -I'm responsible for things just now. Of course, if he says the word----" - -"Guess anybody kin tell what that means," interrupted Dugan, fiercely. -"Talk about the meanest luck yet--lose a job an' all the sport I was -a-goin' ter have this summer--the whole business busted ter bits! Can -you beat it? Mebbe you don't believe what I says, eh?" - -Bill raised his voice--his eyes began to snap. - -"Certainly I do," laughed Bob. - -"Then won't yer let me have the boat like a good feller?" - -"Honest, Dugan--I can't, 'til I hear. You can go out with us any time." - -"Oh, ain't that partic'lar nice?" sneered "Little Bill." "Eh, Sanders, -did you hear him?" - -"Some people's middle name is meanness," was Sanders' diplomatic -response. - -Dugan was fast working himself into a passion. - -"Old Barton intended to let me use that boat," he cried. "Onct he says -ter me, 'Bill,' he says----" - -"Here, here!" interrupted Havens; "you're raising an awful holler over -nothin'." - -"I'm standin' up fur me rights'. He says, 'Bill'----" - -"Don't get mad, Dugan," said Bob, soothingly. "Come now--be sensible." - -"Oh, ho, glorious views around here," broke in Dave. "Going to stay -long, Havens?" - -Dugan took a searching look at the poet's smiling fare, sniffed -audibly, and then lapsed into silence. - -"Don't know exactly," said Havens, in reply to the question. "There's -plenty of small game, an' fishin' is great. A feller gets sick of the -village." - -"Sick of it?" echoed Sanders. "Worse'n that--eh, Dugan?" - -The latter nodded. - -"I can't git away often enough," he said, sourly. - -"Well, fellows," asked Bob, "what do you say to climbing the hill?" - -"Count me out of it," said Dave, promptly. - -"Oh, you won't find it hard," exclaimed Havens, reassuringly. - -"I feel uncommonly sleepy," declared the poet, and he ambled leisurely -toward a mossy bank. - -"What will you do when we get to the mountains, Dave?" asked Bob. - -"You fellows going there?" asked Havens. - -"We certainly are." - -The sour expression left Dugan's face. He looked interested and -exchanged glances with Sanders. - -"That's where you will find the big game," said Havens, "and I know -how to pilot you around, all right." - -"Great!" exclaimed Dick. - -"It's pretty risky, though, if you're not good shots." - -"We're not so bad at it," laughed Bob; "eh, Chub, over there? But say, -fellows, come on. Let's get our legs in training," and he started off. - -Fifteen minutes later, Bob sat down by the side of a huge boulder to -rest. The others were some distance below. - -"Little Bill" and Sanders, who had been conversing in low tones, were -the first to approach. - -"See here," began Dugan, in a whining voice, "yer ain't riled at the -way I talked, a spell back, are ye? I'm an outspoken feller, I am." - -"No, I'm not a bit mad, Dugan," assured Bob. - -"Wal," "Little Bill" looked cautiously around, "there ain't nobody -here who knows the mountains better'n Sanders an' me. Don't need ter -go no further fur a guide. Yer couldn't never go there alone. Somebody -out of the crowd would sure git lost, or fall down a precerpice, or -be drownded in one of them mountain streams. It's certain as your name -ain't Willie. Say--is it a go?" - -"I'll have to talk to the other chaps, Dugan," answered Bob, evasively. - -"But it's only right to take me, after what I've lost," persisted the -other. "Ain't that so?" - -"I'll talk to you about it later." - -Captain Bob's manner was not encouraging, and Dugan's expression began -to change. - -"I suppos'n you'll have Havens," he snapped, "an' is skeered ter say -so." - -Bob made no answer, but a faint smile flitted across his face, and -Dugan was quick to notice it. Two lines, rivaling those on his uncle's -forehead, appeared, and he turned away abruptly. - -"Wal, I don't keer what yer does," he snapped. - -Stalking down the hillside, he rejoined Sanders, who had paused a short -distance away, and the latter was heard to exclaim in a stage whisper, -"Some people's middle name is meanness." - -A moment later, the two were lost to view amidst the shrubbery. - -When at length the tired boys reached the hilltop, a beautiful view -repaid them. Patches of blue sky appeared between dazzling white clouds -and straight ahead rose the frowning walls of Crescent and Round -Mountains, with the gorge of Canyon River at the base of the former. - -Making their way past a small cabin which stood in an open space, the -boys walked out as far as they dared. - -Exclamations of wonder and admiration escaped their lips. Far below -them, the water foamed and madly tossed, as it rushed into the narrow -confines of the gorge. For a long distance it stretched ahead, dark -and gloomy, then disappeared behind a jutting crag at a point where -the walls separated, leaving a grassy strip on each side of the river. -To the left, at a great height, the weather-beaten summit of Crescent -Mountain was partially obscured by a slowly-moving cloud. - -"I never saw anything finer," declared Bob Somers, at length. - -"Think of getting spilled into that current," murmured Dick, whose -thoughts turned in another direction. - -"You'd be a goner," said Havens, dryly. - -"Suppose, after all, we won't see that waterfall," continued Bob, in a -tone of regret, "eh, Sam?" - -"Not much danger of seeing it, but lots trying to," grinned Havens. -"I've climbed most of the mountains around, but I let those two fellows -alone." - -As they turned away, a flock of screaming crows circled close overhead. - -"Let's take a look at the cabin," suggested Sam. "Seems most as old as -the cliff." - -"Nothing left of the door, and window isn't much better," said Tom. -"Wonder who could have lived here." - -"Most likely some old crank," put in Dick, as he peeped inside. - -The cabin contained a shaky table, a stool with one leg missing and an -empty box, all thickly covered with dust. - -"Interesting, but it smells kind of musty," said Sam. "Let's skip." - -The descent was made quickly. - -"Well, well--what boat is that?" cried Fenton, suddenly. - -The group, at that moment, had come in sight of the camp. - -"As I live, the 'Dauntless'!" exclaimed Dick. "Doesn't that beat all?" - -Sure enough, the graceful sailboat was slowly swinging out from the -shore, and the grinning faces of Sanders and "Little Bill" could be -plainly seen. - -"Never heard of such a cheeky pair," put in Bob, indignantly. - -"Good-bye, little boys," yelled Sanders. "We've borrowed yer boat fur -a spell." Then, with derisive shouts, they waved their arms, pulled -away at several ropes and the "Dauntless," catching the breeze, rapidly -receded. - - - - - CHAPTER V - - OUT IN THE STORM - - -"Hey, there, come back with that boat!" yelled Howard Fenton. - -"Oh, of course we won't!" came from "Little Bill." - -"Swim out, Willie, and we'll throw you a line!" shouted Sanders, with a -derisive laugh. - -"Make a hundred yards' dash for it. I'll bet on the fat boy!" - -"Give Fenton ten feet start, an' he wouldn't lose by more'n a hundred!" - -"Dive off the cliff! Don't go in Havens' boat--it has a hole in it!" - -These words, floating over the air, grew fainter, as the "Dauntless" -drew away from the island, her sail, a shining patch of white in the -sunlight, and her hull scarcely seen against the rippling water. - -"Well, this is a pretty how-de-do, isn't it?" growled Dick. "Talk about -cheek, eh? Looks as if they're going to take their time in coming -back, too." - -"Oh, never mind," said Fenton, resignedly. "As long as the boat isn't -hurt, I don't care. Anyway, we can't help ourselves." - -Jim Havens looked disturbed. - -"Honest, fellows, I didn't know a thing about it," he exclaimed, -earnestly. "Didn't think that Sanders would play such a mean trick." - -"Fenton ought to punch him good and plenty," said hot-headed Dick -Travers. - -"Rather out of my line," laughed the New York boy. "It's only a bit of -fun on their part. Let's be philosophical, like our friend," and he -pointed toward Dave Brandon asleep on the mossy bank. - -"Guess you're right," assented Bob. "Perhaps they won't be long. Awful -nerve, though." - -Jim Havens brightened up when he saw that the visitors were disposed to -take it good-naturedly. - -"They're not going to hurt the boat," he said; "but I'm afraid that -Dugan will keep right on to the village. He's been wanting for some -time to get a gun that he left with his uncle." - -"Why didn't he take your boat, then?" - -"Well, the 'Dart' ain't much for speed," admitted Jim, with a faint -smile. - -"Oh, that's it. But say, I've heard that 'Little Bill' is rather -reckless with boats." - -"Maybe, but Sanders ain't. Whenever you fellers are ready, I'll take -you to the shore--that is, if the two don't get back before that time." - -"How about that hole in the boat?" asked Tom Clifton. - -"It isn't much. We ran into a rock yesterday and dented a couple of -boards. It's all fixed now." - -"And strong enough to hold a ton or so?" laughed Travers, pointing -toward Dave Brandon. - -The object of his remarks sat up and yawned. - -"Had a fine nap--say, what's up?" he asked. - -"You haven't been, for one thing," replied Dick. "Pirates have run off -with the 'Dauntless.'" - -"Is that all?" said the poet, calmly, rubbing his eyes. "Thought, -from the way you looked, that something had happened. Tell me about it." - -Dave smiled at the recital. - -"Real saucy chaps," he said. "That bank makes a capital place for a -nap. When the 'Dauntless' hoves in sight, let me know." - -But when several hours had passed, and there was no sign of the boat, -all concluded that Havens' surmise must be correct. - -The boys sat around, talked about baseball and hunting, and stood up -and talked about the same things. Then they strolled up and down the -pebbly beach, and cast many an anxious look over the choppy water, for -the wind was blowing much more strongly, and only Dave Brandon was -content. - -Finally they lounged around a cheerful blaze, while supper was being -prepared. - -[Illustration: THEY LOUNGED AROUND A CHEERFUL BLAZE.] - -Being accustomed to roughing it, none would have cared if they had been -compelled to spend the night on the island, but Howard Fenton did not -wish to worry his father by an unexpected absence. Therefore, when -darkness began to approach, he asked Jim Havens to get the "Dart" ready. - -They stayed, however, to finish their scanty meal, and then cleaned up, -still hoping that the "Dauntless" would put in an appearance. - -When Howard Fenton finally walked down to the water's edge, the tree -tops were sighing noisily, and black, wild-looking clouds had risen -above the top of the cliff. A sudden and rapidly growing darkness fell -over the scene. It was apparent that the twilight would be very quickly -blotted out. - -"Guess we'll have a rough night of it," observed Bob. - -"A downright stormy one," grumbled Dick. "Why don't those duffers come -back?" - -"We're in for a good ducking--that's what," put in Tom Clifton. - -"I really have to get over to the shore, fellows," spoke up Fenton, -earnestly. "My pater would imagine all sorts of terrible things." - -"Well, here we go," said Havens, briefly. - -"Pile in," added Bob, as he sprang on board the "Dart." - -"By Jove, it certainly looks wild out there," declared Sam Randall, -indicating the sombre expanse of lake. - -"Enough to make a fellow feel kind of creepy, eh?" chimed in Tom. "The -wind is freshening, too." - -"Don't get scared," said Havens, calmly. "Let me run up a couple of -these 'electric lights,' and we'll get under way with a rush." - -Several lanterns were fastened in position, then the skipper, aided by -Howard Fenton, started to shove off. Clumsy and heavily laden, the boat -resisted their efforts for a moment, then swung out suddenly into the -gurgling water, at the same instant giving a lurch which was far from -reassuring. - -The sail was hoisted and the "Dart" instantly responded by plunging her -nose deeply in the water, white showers of spray were sent flying in -all directions. - -Dave Brandon was presently heard to murmur, "H'm--that last one hit the -only dry spot left." - -In the dim light, the crags of Promontory Island looked gigantic -and the dark line of firs on Hemlock blended mysteriously into the -distance. - -"I 'most wish we hadn't come," declared Tom Clifton, nervously. "Wow! I -thought she was going over that time sure." - -"Wind enough to blow a fellow's head off," grumbled Dick. "It's worse -than I thought." - -"And listen to that water gurgling," observed Fenton. "Keep your eyes -open for the 'Dauntless.'" - -"Likely to meet her in the passageway," said Havens, grimly. "Hold on -tight, fellows, and mind your heads!" - -The sail rattled and banged as the boom swung around, while a sheet of -water foamed over the sides. Already they were drawing near the space -which separated the islands. - -"Oh, we'll get smashed to bits," groaned Tom Clifton. - -"Not on your life, sonny," laughed the skipper. "I could go through -here with my eyes shut." - -A moment more, and the "Dart" glided into comparatively smooth water. - -"Oh, ho! This is better," remarked the "poet," cheerfully, "but I guess -the next stretch will be worse than ever, eh, Bob?" - -"We're going to be tossed about a bit, that's sure," commented the -captain. "How wet are you, Chub, anyway?" - -"Just a little more than if I'd been soused in the lake," laughed Dave. -"Hello, here comes the finishing touch--rain, by Jove! Might as well -get out and swim." - -When the "Dart" reached the end of the passageway, the lights of the -village could be seen, apparently so distant that Tom uttered an -exclamation. - -"Crickets, think of all that water to be crossed!" he groaned. - -"Seems a lot because it's dark," put in Havens. "The 'Dart' isn't so -fast, but she'll make it in no time, with this breeze." - -As they rounded the shore of Hemlock Island, a pouring rain began to -beat in their faces, and almost every instant hissing, foaming water -dashed over the gunwale. Once outside its friendly shelter, the "Dart" -began to pitch and toss in an alarming manner. - -Suddenly, a furious blast heeled her far over and she shivered from -stem to stern. - -A chorus of excited exclamations rose above the whistling wind. - -"Get the bucket, somebody!" yelled Havens. "Bale her out, quick!" - -Bob Somers, reaching forward, was tumbled to his knees in the water -that swished forth and back with every movement of the boat. - -But he got the bucket. Dick seized another, and both set vigorously to -work. - -"Don't let up, fellows," commanded Havens. "Here's another big one. -Hold on tight!" - -Again the "Dart" staggered and shook. For an instant, the boys fairly -held their breath. Then Sam Randall made an alarming discovery. - -"Great Cæsar!" he cried. "The piece of wood which plugged up that hole -in the side is gone!" - -"And the water is just pouring in," added Havens, in a voice which -betrayed both surprise and agitation. - -"Oh, why did we ever come!" wailed little Tom Clifton. - -"Everybody look around for that piece of board," went on the skipper, -earnestly. "Hurry up--hole isn't much above the water line." - -A quick search proved without result. - -"Fill it up with any old thing," commanded Dave. "Don't get scared, -fellows. Shore isn't very far now." - -The boy's calm tones inspired the others, and an instant later Bob -Somers was stuffing an old coat through the opening. Even Tom Clifton -forgot his fright for the moment. - -The downpour increased, however, until the village lights were entirely -blotted out. Nothing could now be seen through the impenetrable -blackness, and all sense of direction was speedily lost. The lanterns -threw weird splashes of light around the storm-tossed boat and upon its -water-soaked occupants. All strained their eyes to pierce the gloom, -hoping that each moment the veil might lift, but the minutes flew by -with nothing to cheer their sight. - -"We're in an awful fix," groaned Tom Clifton, his teeth almost -chattering. "Where in the dickens are we, Havens?" - -"It would take a smarter chap than I am to tell you, Tom." - -"And we're just racing along, too." - -"Going like sixty--that's a fact." - -"Jim, you're a reckless skipper," said Howard Fenton. "It's a good -thing you know more than we do about the lake." - -The light revealed an anxious expression upon Havens' face, but he held -the tiller with a firm grip and remained perfectly cool. - -"Here, Sam, take hold of this bucket for a moment and bail!" cried Dick -Travers. "Whew! we owe Sanders and Dugan something for this;" and, as -he was relieved, Dick groped his way forward. - -The violent motion began to have its effect upon Tom Clifton. "I feel -awful funny, fellows," he gasped. "Christopher, I do!" - -"I say, Havens," yelled Bob, "we must be getting pretty well in, now. -Hadn't you better come about on another tack?" - -"Wouldn't be surprised. The wind has shifted two or three times and -there's no telling which way we may be headed." The skipper smiled -grimly. "The rain is letting up a bit," he added. "Look out for the -lights ahead and keep on bailing." - -"Feeling better now, Tommy?" asked Dave Brandon. "You'll be----" - -"Great Cæsar!" An exclamation interrupted him. Then a series of wild -shouts arose on the night air, as a crunching and grinding suddenly -sounded. - -"What's up--what's the----" But Dave did not finish the sentence. - -A violent shock tumbled the boys in a confused heap. Then came a -terrific pounding. The "Dart" gave a convulsive shiver, turned sharply -over on its side, and seven boys, wildly grabbing at empty space, were -sent heels over head into the black water of Mountain Lake. - -As he felt the chilling water encircle his neck, Tom Clifton gave a -frantic shout for help. Then his cries were instantly stifled. - -Choking, gripped by a terror which nerved him to fight with all the -energy he possessed, Tom struggled to reach the surface. Unable, like -the others, to swim, he could only kick and thresh out with his arms -in a blind and desperate effort. He had a confused idea of touching -bottom--then, gasping and choking, his head rose clear of the swirling -water. - -Vainly he tried to keep afloat. Down he went again, until his ears -began to sing and the water poured down his throat. Then, as he gave -up hope, something touched his collar with a firm, strong grip, and he -felt himself rising. His head came above the surface for the second -time, and a voice shouted in his ear, "Put your legs down and stand -straight up!" - -Dave Brandon's strong arms held him, and, mechanically obeying his -friend's command, Tom found to his astonishment that by so doing he -could touch bottom. - -The wave of thankfulness which swept through him could not quite blot -out the few awful moments through which he had just passed, and, for -the time being, all he could do was to stand erect and hold on tight. - -"Feel all right, Tommy?" asked the "poet," kindly. - -It was difficult to talk, with the water bubbling and splashing around -them. And the wind was cold. Even Dave's teeth were chattering and his -words came out in a series of jerks. - -"Sure--fine," whispered Tom. - -His hand closed with a tighter grip on that of Dave's. Then his eyes -fell on a curious spectacle. - -Close by, partly submerged, was the "Dart." A lone lantern illuminated -with a feeble, yellow glow the heads of his companions, all staring at -him anxiously. - -"You make me think of a lot of pumpkins." - -That is what Tom meant to say, but the cold and a strange weakness -prevented such a lengthy effort. - -Presently he heard Jim Havens remark, "Tommy's all right, fellows. -Let's skip before we get stuck in the mud." Then, almost before he -realized it, they had left the treacherous water and were climbing up a -bank. - -"I feel like a beautiful mess," groaned Havens, when they came to a -halt. - -"I'd like to have a good, square look at you," returned Bob, grimly. -"I want to laugh, but can't. It isn't any island for you to-night, eh, -Havens?" - -"Not unless I swim back," was the reply. "Something is holding the -'Dart' fast. Awful lucky we weren't spilled out in the middle of -the lake. Come along, fellows," he added. "Let's get our blood in -circulation;" and he started off on a trot. - -Bedraggled and miserable, his companions followed through the rain. -The exercise began to warm their chilled bodies and the prospect of -reaching shelter spurred them on. - -When the lights of the Resort House were seen burning against the -blackness, the group slowed down. - -They declined Fenton's invitation to stop at the hotel. - -"We'd like to, old man," grinned Bob, "but it's the Rickham for us -to-night." - -Sam Bins was amazed when the five boys arrived. - -"Fo' de land ob goodness, is you de same gemmen what left dis mornin'?" -he asked. "Whar', fo' goodness' sake, has yo' been?" - -"In the lake, paying a visit to the fishes," replied Bob, as he made a -break for his room. - -Three-quarters of an hour later, the Ramblers, in dry clothes, were -enjoying a hearty meal, and Sam Bins' curiosity was satisfied. - - - - - CHAPTER VI - - THE NATIONAL GAME - - -Dugan and Sanders had intended to return the "Dauntless" that night. -They sailed to the end of the lake, where "Big Bill's" cottage was -situated, and tied up. But the storm coming up prevented them from -carrying out their plans. - -At daybreak the following morning, they set out, and were startled -to see the "Dart" lying in shoal water. Badly frightened, the boys -immediately headed for the hotel wharf, and lost no time in mooring the -"Dauntless" to her accustomed place. - -When Havens was encountered, later in the morning, the members of the -Idleman's Club had a falling out. It was a lively affair, and proved -very amusing to a group of loungers on the Resort House porch. Mr. -Fenton, hearing the rumpus, also took a hand in the proceedings, to the -great discomfiture of the two bold pirates. - -Of course the encampment on Promontory Island came to an abrupt close. -Dugan and Sanders, disgusted at the outcome, also quarreled and went -their separate ways. - -One morning, just before breakfast, Bob Somers and Dick Travers were -sitting on the porch enjoying the cool air. - -"So the ball game's coming off to-morrow, eh, Bob?" remarked the -latter, in a tone of satisfaction. "Who's on our team besides Fenton?" - -"Phil Levins, Havens, and that little fellow from Boston." - -"Old duck, with a bald head, eh?" said Dick, flippantly. - -"Plays ball like a streak, though, they say. Fairly eats up hot liners -and all that sort of thing. He played short-stop for Harvard, I'm told." - -"Just the kind we need. These chaps out here may know a thing or two -about the game. No telling but what Mr. Barton has done a lot of -coaching. Hello, Chub!" - -The stout boy ambled slowly out on the porch. "You fellows still -talking baseball?" he asked. "Why don't you look at that great effect -over there? See that hazy light across the mountains?" - -"Oh, the dickens with that," grumbled Dick. "The game's coming off -to-morrow, and you've got to hold down first base." - -"By Jove, that's a hard thing to do, though. Still, I'd like to try it." - -"What--painting or first base?" - -"Why--weren't we talking about painting, Dick Travers?" - -"I'll begin on 'camera' pretty soon, unless you quit, Dave Brandon." - -"Oh, well, who do we play against, then?" sighed Dave. - -"A lot of village chaps, and if we get beaten they'll have a jolly good -laugh on us, too." - -"I always did like ham and eggs, boys," observed Dave, reflectively. -"Hope Sam Bins is cooking enough. Yesterday I only had three eggs -and----" - -But, with a despairing gesture, Dick Travers arose and walked inside. - -That afternoon the boys spent in practicing. Havens was on hand, and -Phil Levins, a village lad, also took an active part. The visitor -from Boston proved to be Mr. George Kimball, a small man, with a -fringe of sandy hair around a dome-shaped head, watery blue eyes and -insignificant yellow moustache. - -"I see you chaps can play some," he said, in a high-pitched voice; -"but several, I won't say who, take a bit too much time in getting set -before throwing the ball. Shoot it right over. Here, Somers, let me -show you. Bat out a liner." - -Mr. Kimball smiled complacently and trotted out in the field. Then a -sharp crack of the bat sounded. - -"By Jove, he's a hummer, and no mistake," remarked Sam. "Look how he -took that bounder and sent it back." - -"Yes! But Dave is what bothers me," whispered Dick. "He reminds me of a -freight car, and side-tracked at that." - -"Well, boys," said Bob, as, perspiring and happy, they walked toward -the house, "we ought to put up a pretty good game." - -"And I suppose I'll have to hop around like a sparrow again to-morrow," -said Dave, with a quizzical look at the others, and a wide, very wide -smile played for a moment on the face of Mr. George Kimball, of Boston. - -The day for the game proved ideal. The sky was flecked with a few white -clouds and a slight breeze tempered the rays of the sun. - -No one would have dreamed that so many people could be found in the -small mountain village and its immediate surroundings. They came by -twos, threes, and in groups, flocking under the shade of a few big -trees, and cheered when the town boys began to practice. - -"Little Bill" Dugan was among the players. He glanced coldly toward the -Ramblers and their friends, and sniffed scornfully at a white board -which Dick Travers had nailed to an apple tree. Painted on it in big -letters was the following: - - Somers, p. - Brandon, 1b. - Randall, c. - Travers, cf. - Clifton, rf. - Havens, ss. - Fenton, 3b. - Levins, 2b. - Kimball, lf. - -Mr. Fenton accepted the position of official scorer, while a man from -Chicago, Mr. Perkins, was agreed upon as umpire. - -The Ramblers won the toss and took their positions upon the field. - -"Play ball!" - -The spectators sat up, and the game was on. - -"Speed 'em over, Bob," yelled Dick. "Make him hit it. Put the lap -dazzle shoot on it--yi, yi!" - -Bob smiled, and sent in a wide out-curve. - -"One ball!" yelled Mr. Perkins. - -"H'm," muttered the pitcher. - -Crack. Grimshaw, of the mountain team, swung, smashing the ball -squarely, and sped for first. - -Then came a loud shout, when Kimball in left field jumped in the air -and pulled down the fly. - -The next man also solved Bob's delivery, but Havens managed to get the -ball over to Dave an instant ahead of the runner. - -"It wasn't out!" yelled Dugan. - -"You keep quiet," counseled one of the others, and "Little Bill," -scowling fiercely, turned away. - -The next man struck out, and, with a sigh of satisfaction, Bob walked -in and picked up a bat. - -"Take it easy, Somers," advised Dave. "Don't slam at the first. -There--that's the way." - -"Ball!" cried Mr. Perkins. - -"Two balls!" - -"Three!" - -"One strike!" - -Crack. A hot liner burned the short-stop's hand. He let it drop, and -Bob, smiling good-naturedly, was safe on first. - -Dave Brandon slowly ambled up to the plate. - -"Chuck me an easy one, Grimshaw," he said. - -The pitcher grinned. One strike--two strikes--the smile broadened, but -the stout boy did not seem in the least disturbed. - -Dick Travers groaned. "Mind yourself, Dave. Get Bob off that bag." - -Hurrah! Dave's sturdy arms swung the bat with telling force. Gleefully -the Ramblers saw the ball flying far beyond the right-fielder's reach, -and the "freight car" getting over the ground at astonishing speed. - -Bob, with a desperate slide, managed to reach home, while Dave, puffing -and blowing, stopped on third. - -But the boys' high hopes, at this auspicious beginning, were dashed -when Randall and Travers were thrown out at first and Clifton fanned -the air three times. - -"Never mind," laughed Bob, as the shrill yells of the mountain -adherents were still echoing; "keep up your good work, Dave. We have -them beaten by a mile." - -But the next inning proved disastrous. Their rivals earned three runs, -and the shouting redoubled. - -"Hi, hi! Did they ever see a ball before?" yelled "Little Bill." - -"Ah--ah! Look at that hit--yi, yi, yi!" came from others. - -Mr. Kimball looked worried. "Not working quite enough together, boys," -he said. "Take it easy--don't let the noise rattle you. Who's up? You, -Havens? Now give us a line drive like Dave's, and we won't find any -fault with you." - -Havens prided himself upon being a heavy hitter. He swung his bat far -around and after missing two good balls landed on the third. Grimshaw -dodged. Dugan, at second base, made a wild grab for the sphere, tripped -and tumbled head foremost into the grass. Then, as it neared the limits -of the grounds, two fielders came together with a crash. Havens ran for -all he was worth, did not stop to look around and was home long before -the ball had been recovered. - -"Good work, old man," cried the delighted Sam Randall. "Only one more, -and the score is tied." - -Fenton hit safely. Levins was out on a foul tip and Kimball walked to -first on balls. - -The head of the batting order was again up. Bob had his eye on the ball -and another line drive resulted from his efforts, but it went straight -into the hands of the waiting second baseman, who easily threw him out. - -"How's that for style?" called "Little Bill," a moment after the first -baseman's gloves closed on his throw. - -"Worst play I ever saw," returned Dave Brandon, who was already at the -plate; "you had lots of time to touch second and make a double play." - -Dave swung fiercely at the first ball pitched, only to miss it by a -very scant margin, and the fielders all played out as far as possible. -A tantalizing slow one he failed to aim at, and strike two was called -on him. - -The instant Grimshaw received the return throw, he whipped in the -speediest inshoot of which he was capable. Brandon was not caught -napping. He met it by the merest tip, and a little pop fly dropped -safely in the territory usually covered by short-stop. - -Fenton raced home, and the score was tied. - -"Hi, hi! Did we ever see a ball before!" cried Dick. "Oh--wow! It'll be -about ten to three." - -But the end of the seventh told a different story. Mr. Fenton's card -showed the score to be seven to six in favor of the Ramblers. - -Bob stepped up, determined to make a mighty effort. Grimshaw was -weakening. - -"Put it over, Grimmy," yelled Dugan. "He can't hit anything--never -could." - -The captain smiled, then bunted, and the ball rolled slowly toward the -pitcher. Grimshaw made a frantic dash, fumbled it, and Bob, on a close -decision, was declared safe at first. - -"Oh, yi, yi, he calls that safe!" yelled Dugan. "The feller was out by -a mile. We won't stand for anything like that." - -He came in from second, followed by several of the others, and the home -plate was immediately surrounded. Then the crowd began to shout. - -"Get back to your places," commanded the umpire, briefly. - -"Yes, skip back, Dugan," added Dave. "That hit was easily safe." - -"I ain't a-talkin' to you," cried "Little Bill," angrily. "I say it -wasn't safe." - -"Come now, Dugan, trot out in the field," went on Brandon, quietly. - -"I will not! An'----" - -"The man was safe, and my decision stands," exclaimed Mr. Perkins in an -authoritative tone. - -"You don't know the game, then," blustered Dugan, excitedly. "Look out! -Don't you bump into me, fat feller." - -Dave laughed good-naturedly. - -"You make an awful lot of noise for a little chap," he said. - -"A little chap, eh?" Bill clenched his fists, his eyes blazed with -passion. Dave had touched him on a tender point. - -"I'll show you how little I am," he yelled. "Here's where trouble -begins." - -His right fist shot out in the direction of Dave's nose. - -But the "poet" jumped nimbly aside, then his sturdy arms encircled -"Little Bill's" waist, and, in an instant, the latter found himself on -the ground. - -"Let go--lemme be!" he cried. - -But Dave was calmly sitting on his shoulder. - -"Look out--help! You'll mash me ter nuthin'!" yelled Bill, frantically. - -"Keep quiet," admonished Dave. "Lie still! A little conversation might -be all right, but we don't want any shouting." - -"Push that elephant off, somebody. I'm mashed to a pulp a'ready. Oh, -now, Grimshaw, don't stand there like an idjit." - -"We were talking," said Dave, pleasantly, "about keeping quiet. Now, if -you promise to do what I say, an awful lot of trouble will be saved." - -There was no help for it. Dave Brandon's hundred and seventy-two -pounds held the belligerent ball player helpless, and Bill, furious and -chagrined, was obliged to surrender. - -"You ain't heard the last of this, you clumsy elephant!" he shouted, as -he arose and edged away. "Don't you forget it!" - -Dave's face wore a very broad grin. - -But Mr. Perkins was speaking--"No, Dugan, you cannot continue to play," -he said, firmly. "How is it, boys?--good--we don't want any rowdyism on -this field." - -There was a few minutes of silence. Grimshaw held a brief conference -with his fellow players, then walked forward and called out in a loud -voice, "Hello, Sanders, get down there to second and play the base." - -It was a very willing boy that hurried forward to obey this summons, -and Bill Dugan, thoroughly discomfited, almost immediately saw the game -going on without him. - -And the score still stood seven to six when the villagers came to bat -in the ninth. It was their last chance, and they were determined to at -least tie the score. - -"My arm's getting kind of played out, Dave," whispered Bob. "I'll do -what I can." - -"You can't do any more," said the other, soothingly. "Make them hit -it--we'll do the rest," and the stout boy grinned. - -Clayton was the name of their opponents' first batsman. He came within -one of striking out, then drove the ball over Havens' head and sprinted -to second. - -Loud cheers came from the spectators, and Bob looked worried. - -"Don't let them get your nerve, old man," called Sam. - -The loud coaching of Mills and continuous cries from the field, -intended to disconcert the Ramblers, only served to spur pitcher Somers -to greater efforts. Putting forth every ounce of strength he possessed, -the captain sent in an inshoot. - -The batter knocked a fly, which Fenton on third easily caught. Clayton, -who had been playing off second, just got back in the nick of time. - -Mills fanned the air three times, and threw down his bat in disgust. -Their chances seemed about to go glimmering, yet one good hit might -save the day. - -Dalton, a big, strong chap, older than any of his team mates, faced the -pitcher. Clayton played away off second. It was a moment of intense -interest to the spectators and anxiety to the Ramblers. - -Bob forced the runner back to the base by a throw, then pitched the -ball quickly. Clayton anticipated this, risked everything and was -instantly off on a wild dash for third. - -Sam handled the sphere nicely, making a perfect throw. - -There was an expectant hush, as ball and runner neared the bag. A cloud -of dust arose. Clayton had thrown himself flat, and touched the base -with his hand. - -The silence, intensified until not a sound could be heard, continued -for a moment longer. Then Mr. Perkins' voice rang out clearly. "Safe," -he said. - -A storm of cheers broke forth, while the cries which it was hoped would -disconcert the pitcher redoubled. - -"One strike!" - -"Two strikes!" - -Bob grinned and gripped the ball more firmly. Then came Mr. Perkins' -voice again, "One ball--two balls!" - -All eyes were upon the stalwart form of Dalton. One more strike, and -the game would be over. - -But as the next ball shot above the plate, a solid smack sounded. An -awkward bounder was ripping toward first base at such a speed that the -eye could scarcely follow it. - -Another great shout arose as Clayton sped home. No one expected that -the ball would be fielded until the batter was safe on second. - -Then the spectators witnessed an astonishing sight. Dave Brandon darted -off the bag with lightning agility. Breathlessly they watched him. The -stout boy reached far out. - -"Look at that elephant," remarked "Little Bill" to the boy sitting next -to him. "What does he think he's going to do?" - -Smack! The ball had bounded, striking squarely in the centre of -Brandon's mitt. Dave instantly recovered himself and made for first -base. - -Then a series of wild yells and whoops from the Ramblers broke forth, -for Mr. Perkins was heard to say, "Runner out on first." By a fraction -of a second, Dave had beaten Dalton in the race and won the game. - -Even the villagers were good-natured enough to cheer his play, and the -"poet" almost blushed when his enthusiastic friends surrounded him. - -"Bully boy," said Mr. Kimball, patting him on the shoulder. "Biggest -surprise out. Thought, from the way you moved yesterday, that--oh, -well, what's the use of saying it?" - -"And I called him a 'side-tracked freight car,'" mused Dick, with a -smile. - -"When Chub gets waked up, he's like a streak o' lightning," declared -Bob. "Now, I'm satisfied. We've had a good game, and, what's more, won -it. Let's skip off on our hunting trip next week----Say, but wasn't -'Little Bill' wild, though," and Bob smiled at the recollection. - -"An' don't you think he's goin' ter forgit what that elephant done, -neither," growled a voice. - -Unobserved, Dugan had approached. But he stopped at a respectful -distance, and pointed his finger threateningly toward Dave Brandon. - -"You'll wish yer hadn't, fat feller!" he cried. "Remember what I says," -and he stalked slowly off the field. - -"He's wearing his number one sour expression," laughed Dick. "Most as -bad as the mountaineer we saw at the hotel." - -"Bill's a pretty mean fellow at times," put in Jim Havens, "but I -wouldn't pay any attention to him. Let's fix it up about that trip to -the mountains." - -The boys, accordingly, made their way to the porch of the Rickham -House, Mr. Kimball and Phil Levins accompanying them. - -Before supper time, all arrangements had been made. It was decided that -Bob, Dave Brandon and Dick Travers would take the first jaunt, and on -their return Sam and Tom could go off on theirs. - -"That way, we'll all have a fling at it during the summer," said Bob; -"not once, but a couple of times, and the Rickham will never be left -without an occupant." - -"You fellows ought to have a daisy time," observed Phil Levins. - -"It makes me feel real envious, boys," said Mr. Kimball of Boston, -"but--well, I never handled a gun or fishing pole in my life--I'm more -at home running over a column of figures in a ledger than I would be -facing a grizzly--but, seriously, don't you think it's rather a risky -undertaking?" - -"Huh! I guess the Rambler Club can take care of itself," and Mr. -Kimball laughed at the scorn which Dick Travers put into his tones. - - - - - CHAPTER VII - - FUR, FIN, AND FEATHER - - -Four panting and tired boys came to a halt in the midst of a dense -forest on the sloping sides of a mountain. Early that morning, Sam Bins -had driven them as far as he could toward their destination. - -Besides weapons and fishing-tackle, each hunter had a pair of -blankets--rubber and woolen--and a water-proof canvas bag which -contained tin dishes, a pair of moccasins, a compass, match-safe, and -plenty of rope and twine, besides nails. Havens carried a lantern and -small saw. All were provided with hatchets and hunting knives, and -provisions were divided up among them. - -Dave Brandon, in addition, carried a brand new paint box, and the -official photographer his camera. Everything unnecessary had been -omitted, yet the outfits strapped to their backs were not light ones. - -Dave Brandon threw himself wearily upon a flat rock. - -"Oh, but I am tired," he exclaimed. "This truck weighs a ton. Where are -we going to stop, Jim?" - -"I know a dugout that's just the thing for us," responded Havens. -"Sanders and I used it for a while last year. A long time ago, 'Surly -Joe' hung out there." - -"'Surly Joe', that's a nice name," laughed Bob. "A good disposition, I -suppose, eh?" - -"Such a nice one that I hope we don't meet him. But there isn't a -better hunter around these parts than Joe Tomlin." - -"Why, that's the old chap we saw at the hotel," put in Dick Travers. -"Remember, Bob?" - -"Sure thing. Don't wonder they call him 'Surly Joe.' He certainly -looked sour enough." - -"He's a good friend of 'Big Bill's,'" explained Havens. "Every once in -a while Joe gets to the village, but he and I don't gee together a bit." - -"This climbing is tough work," drawled Dave. "I ache all over. How far -is that dugout, Havens?" - -"We ought to reach it before nightfall." - -Dave, who had arisen, sank back on the rock, with a gesture of dismay. - -"And this is what we get for going after fur, fin and feather," he -groaned. - -In a short time, the march was resumed. The region about them was wild -and rugged. The forest contained a great variety of trees; shrubbery, -underbrush and tangled vines were so dense in places as to make -progress difficult. Boulders and rocks lay strewn about in profusion, -and the boys found it necessary to rest frequently. - -"Should think there would be a lot of caves around here," panted Bob. - -"There are," replied Havens, "and if you run across any, knock on the -door before you stick your head inside." - -"Oh, we know," laughed Dick; "bears and other beasts." - -"That's right. If you keep your eyes open, you can see their tracks all -around." - -"Just listen to the birds," observed Dave. "Doesn't their singing and -chattering sound fine? Hear that woodpecker tapping." - -"Working for his living, eh?" grinned Dick. - -"Look--a Jack rabbit," cried Bob, suddenly. "I'll bet I could have -knocked him over easy. See him? He jumped over that log, running like -sixty." - -"I see something prettier," said Dave. - -A bird, singing cheerily, had just darted across, a flaming spot of -orange against the rich green hemlocks beyond. - -"An oriole," announced the "poet." "A beautiful little bird, and a -noisy one, too. Listen to his chatter." - -"If you fellows don't want to sleep out in the open to-night, you'd -better be coming along," said Havens, and Dave, with a sigh, again -struggled to his feet. - -"Listen!" Dick stopped and held up his hand. "What's that noise?" he -asked. - -"The rapids," replied Havens. "I thought we must be pretty close to -them." - -"When we get there, let's stop and have some grub," said Dick. "Wow! My -back's 'most broken. Always did hate to lug things." - -"I'll sleep all day to-morrow," declared Dave. - -"If you do, I'll set a bear on you," laughed Dick. - -The noise of rushing water grew louder, and finally, after scrambling -over a pile of rocks and forcing their way through a tangled thicket, -they reached the bank. - -Before them was a dashing, tumbling stream, eddying and foaming past -the grim-looking rocks, which for countless ages had disputed its -passage in vain. Dancing drops sparkled like silver in the sunshine, -currents swirled and bubbled, as the ever-rushing torrent gurgled forth -its musical lament. - -"Oh, ho, what a lovely sight," exclaimed Dave Brandon. "Look at those -trees bending over, the reflection in the water and that mass of pink -dogwood." - -"Pretty enough, Chubby," admitted Dick, "but I'm thirsty as thunder." - -"You can get a drink a bit further along," said Havens. "We have to get -across, anyway." - -"Get across?" echoed Dick. - -"Sure thing. The dugout's on the other side." - -"Then I suppose I'll have the joy of helping to fish somebody out of -the stream," said Dave. "Hello, did I hear anything?" - -A low growl seemed to come from the opposite bank. - -"What in the world is that?" cried Dick, in a startled tone. - -"I see it," exclaimed Bob Somers, excitedly. "Some kind of an animal. -Look! It's on that limb. Great Cæsar! What a whopper!" - -Partially screened behind a mass of leaves, a long, tawny animal was -crouching, with ears thrown back and glaring eyes. Its long tail lashed -from side to side, and its powerful, muscular body seemed to quiver -with anger. - -As if fascinated, the boys gazed at it for some instants without -speaking. Their nerves tingled. - -"What is it?" asked Bob, in a suppressed voice. "A panther?" - -"Yes, though most people out here call the beast a mountain lion, or -painter," replied Jim Havens. "That is one of the biggest I ever saw." - -"Awful glad he's on the other side of the street," murmured Dave. "Not -so sure, now, that I'm fond of hunting. Say--doesn't he look fierce?" - -"They won't bother you much if they're let alone, but corner 'em, -and I'd 'most as soon have a grizzly in front of me. It's a quiet -beast--doesn't screech much, though once in a while he'll let out a -yell that makes you sit up and take notice." - -"Shall we risk a shot?" asked Dick, eagerly. - -"No, I think not," replied Havens. "You might only wound him, and in -case he managed to get across--well, Sanders and I had a scrap with one -last year, and I ain't anxious for another." - -"Look--he's off!" cried Bob. - -With a low growl, the panther dropped lightly to the ground and -disappeared in a dense thicket. - -"They're great fellows for staying in trees," went on Havens, "and -for springing down upon any animal that happens to pass. Hard to see, -too--the color is so much like the bark." - -"Well, I'm glad it's skipped," said Dick. "Hang it, if I'd only -thought, I might have made a snap-shot." - -"The trip is just begun," laughed Havens. "Get out your grub, fellows. -Cat or no cat, James is going to eat." - -"Maybe that ferocious beast is waiting for us on the other side of the -creek," said Dave. - -"And possibly is ready for lunch, too," added Bob. - -The boys looked at the swirling water and slippery rocks, the dark, -overhanging banks with here and there gnarled roots exposed by -crumbling away of the earth, then paused to consider. - -"I think it will not be necessary for us to cross just now," said Dave, -facetiously. - -No one offered an objection, and the quartet thereupon found seats. - -Sandwiches, washed down with clear, cold water, refreshed them all. - -On resuming the march, they kept as close as possible to the rapids. -Presently Havens led the way out on a bank. - -"What a magnificent view," exclaimed Dave, pointing toward the opposite -range of mountains. - -"Couldn't be finer, Chubby," declared Bob. - -"This is where we cross the stream, fellows," put in Havens. "Get ready -for your bath." - -"I'm going first--here's a scheme," he added. "I'll tie a rope around -my waist. You fellows hang on to the end, and if I slip I won't go ten -miles without stopping." - -"Right you are, old man," said Bob. "That water is pretty deep in -places." - -The necessary precaution having been attended to, Havens carefully -stepped upon a large, flat rock. - -"Slippery as the dickens," he said. - -"Why shouldn't it be?" observed the "poet." "It's been here for a -million years, perhaps." - -"Don't get to dreaming, Dave," laughed Bob. - -"Chubby's the clumsiest chap I ever saw, yet he does everything right," -observed Dick, thoughtfully. "At times, I feel like splashing him." - -Dave laughed good-naturedly. - -Havens made his way carefully from rock to rock. Out in the midst of -the stream, with eddying currents and masses of foam on all sides, it -looked bigger and more dangerous than when viewed from the bank. The -main channel was too wide to jump, and the only means of crossing it -was a series of small round boulders so smooth as to scarcely afford a -footing. - -His companions, who had followed part way, held the rope tightly and -waited for him to fall in. It was a matter of some surprise when they -found that this was not going to happen. - -"Hope that we are just as lucky," said Dick, as he grasped the rope -which Havens had tied to a tree, and prepared to follow. - -By the time that Travers stood on the opposite bank Bob and Dave were -well on their way across. These two worthies did not meet with any -mishap, though the stout boy gracefully accepted all the aid that was -proffered when it came to the final climb. - -"I wonder if his catship is anywhere around," remarked Dick Travers. - -"Maybe," answered Havens. "They have a way of skulking about. Keep your -eyes peeled." - -The boys were soon winded again, but even weariness did not prevent -them from enjoying the forest. Gloomy and grand, it surrounded them on -all sides. With heads bared to the whispering breeze, the boys lolled -on the ground and looked at the patches of clear blue sky between the -interlacing branches, and forgot, for the moment, whatever dangers -might exist. Each breath of air brought with it some woodland odor--of -fragrant pine or dogwood and many other plants. - -"Grand," sighed Dave, peering dreamily through half-closed eyelids. - -"Worth all our trouble," said Bob. "But say, Jim, will you be able to -find that dugout?" - -"I'd be a silly chump if I couldn't," answered Havens. "Tramped these -mountains too many times to lose my bearings." - -"But suppose some one is living there?" - -"Build a lean-to; or I know a cave where we might put up for a few -days." - -"Rent high?" asked Dick. - -"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had a bear for a landlord." - -Fifteen minutes later, just as Dave was about to declare his inability -to go a step further, Jim announced that the dugout was close at hand. - -"Thank goodness!" exclaimed the "poet," wearily. - -But it was still some time before Havens uttered a grunt of -satisfaction, then said, "It's right over there, fellows--back of that -clump of trees." - -"Hurrah!" shouted Dick. - -"Me, too," sighed Dave. "I'd holler like that if I wasn't so tired." - -In a few moments, they saw a log structure built against a wall of rock. - -"Never was so glad to see anything in my life," declared Bob Somers. -"It doesn't look big enough for the whole bunch, though, Jim." - -Havens smiled. "Don't you know that a dugout is a log cabin or some -kind of a shack built in front of a cave?" he asked. - -"Good! This is a dandy place, eh, Dave?" cried Bob, enthusiastically. -"Imagine sitting out here, after a good day's sport, with a venison -steak broiling over the fire!" - -"I'll get indigestion, if you talk that way, Bob Somers," said Dave, -severely, as he threw his burden down on the turf. - -"Don't go rushing in, fellows," warned Jim. "Sometimes a varmint takes -it into his ugly head to use it for a stopping place." - -But impatient Dick Travers was already at the door, uttering a series -of wild whoops. - -"All right!" he sang out, as his form disappeared from view. - -The dugout, though solidly built, showed the ravages of time. The door -was missing and a tree, dislodged by some gale, had fallen across the -roof, leaving a gaping hole. - -But, in spite of these defects, the boys were delighted. - -"We can fix it up in short order," declared Bob. - -"Not to-day, thank you," said Dave. - -The light from a single window illuminated the interior of a spacious -cave. Several reminders of its former occupants, a rude table and -chairs, were scattered around. - -"Don't see any piano," murmured Dave Brandon. - -"Fell over a precipice as they were bringing it up," laughed Havens. - -After a short rest, Jim, who seemed to be the least tired, set about -collecting fuel, and soon had a fire started. Then outfits were -unpacked, and dishes and provisions brought forth. - -Bob suddenly straightened up. "Jim," he said, solemnly, "how about -water?" - -"Just beyond that big cedar," Havens indicated the direction, "you'll -find a rivulet. Don't go without your gun." - -"Oh, no," laughed the other; "I've been out in the woods before." - -Bob had no trouble in finding water, and when he returned preparations -for supper were under way. Havens and Brandon attended to this duty, -while Dick Travers and Bob Somers went off in search of cedar boughs. - -Armed with hatchets, they kept steadily at work, and although very -tired, did not desist until a large quantity of the fragrant leaves had -been collected. Then Dave helped drag them to the dugout. Four beds -were made in the cave, after which the hunters, well satisfied with the -result of their labor, sat down to supper. - -"What's on the bill of fare?" asked Bob. - -"Sardines, bacon, crackers, cheese and coffee," said Dave. - -"Not bad, for a starter. Guess I can get away with my share all right." - -"Nothing like outdoor life to give a fellow an appetite," commented -Dick. - -Dusk soon gathered. The forest looked grim and sombre, and when night -came it was pleasant to watch the twinkling stars overhead and to -listen to the weird sounds which often filled the air. - -Havens piled a couple of logs on the fire and the dancing flames sent -forth a cheerful glow. - -Finally Dave Brandon picked up a lantern and led the way into the -dugout. When all were inside, he stretched a blanket across the door, -then, following the example of the others, spread his rubber blanket -over the fir brush. Bob hung the lantern upon a board projecting near -the hole in the roof. - -"Good-night, fellows," said Jim. - -"Good-night," responded the others. Then silence reigned. - -Dick Travers' slumber was not refreshing. Occasionally, he half opened -his eyes. The interior of the cave, in the dim light, looked very -strange. Deep black shadows stretched up to the jagged roof, and, in -places, some mineral sparkled brightly. - -But it was something else that finally caught his attention, and caused -him to sit bolt upright. A strange sound seemed to come from the roof -of the log house. - -Dick slowly rose to his feet, and listened intently. He hesitated to -awaken his soundly sleeping companions. - -As the boy was about to steal forward, a sharp crash echoed throughout -the cave with startling clearness. Then followed a series of sounds -which fairly made his hair stand on end. - - - - - CHAPTER VIII - - THE INTRUDER - - -The sleepers awoke on the instant, and scrambled to their feet. - -"Great Scott! What was that?" cried Bob Somers. - -"Jiminy crickets!" exclaimed Dave. - -"Grab your guns!" yelled Havens. - -Several timbers fell with a loud clatter, and the lantern, dashed to -the floor, promptly went out. Then a dark form crashed through the -roof, flopping heavily on its back, while a series of savage growls and -whines made the boys cower back in the darkest part of the cave. - -"A bear!" shouted Jim Havens, "and a whopper." - -Dick Travers, who had left his gun in front, was panic-stricken at the -idea of being bottled up. Out in the open, he would at least have a -chance in flight. - -The pale moonlight, streaming through the window, revealed the animal -pinioned beneath heavy timbers. Now was his chance. With a yell, Dick -darted forward, and just as he did so, bruin rolled over on his feet. - -Dick Travers' terror lent him strength. Bounding forward, he grazed -the animal's back, brought up against the blanket, tore it from its -fastenings, then stumbled at full length outside the door. - -Bruin, no doubt astonished and alarmed at his own mishap and the -commotion which followed, uttered another roar and turned tail. - -Just as Dick Travers scrambled to his feet, a huge black body dashing -by knocked him flat, and the boy let out a yell which could have been -heard a mile. - -The moon had risen above a belt of timber, throwing a silvery light -over the landscape, and it showed the bear getting away at surprising -speed. - -The three boys who remained in the cave quickly recovered their wits. - -"After him!" cried Havens, loudly. - -Bob was first at the entrance. Raising his rifle, he sent a bullet -speeding toward the retreating form. Then Havens' gun echoed sharply, -but it was evident that neither shot took effect. - -"Well, well," panted the poet. "A nice little surprise, eh? Hurt, Dick?" - -"Not a bit of it, Dave." Dick's tones spoke of a troubled spirit. His -companions were looking at him slyly. - -"Ever take a prize in jumping?" asked Havens. "I'd bet on you, all -right." - -"I might as well admit it--he got my nerve," said Dick, frankly. - -"Don't let it worry you, old man," said the "poet," laughingly. - -"What do you suppose the old duffer was up to?" asked Bob. - -"Guess he thought things looked kinder funny 'round here, so he walked -up the tree and stepped on the roof. It's a beautiful mess, now isn't -it?" - -"A good day's work to fix it," commented Bob. - -"Think the bear is likely to come back?" queried Dick. - -"Not after the scare you gave him," grinned Havens. "Still, to be on -the safe side, we'll take turns on guard." - -This arrangement was agreed to, but the rest of the night passed -without incident. - -After breakfast, the boys decided to work on the hut. Bob Somers and -Dick Travers climbed to the roof and began to remove the loose boards. - -"Work, you fellows, work," said Dave, as he lay indolently on a bit of -turf. "I'll help with advice." - -"All right, Chub," laughed Bob. - -"Don't think I will, either--I'll paint a sketch." - -"Good," cried Dick. "Good." - -Havens, axe and saw in hand, had gone off to the woods to get material, -and the sounds which came from the timber indicated that he must be -hard at work. - -Dave got out his paint box and, seated Turk fashion before a canvas, -began to squint dreadfully. - -"Hey there, who are you making faces at?" asked Dick. - -"Oh, of course you don't understand," said Dave Brandon, loftily. -"That's to shut out the detail. All artists do it. You ought to see -Professor Mead when he paints." - -"Glad I don't have to, if he puts on such a face as that." - -"It's worse." - -"It couldn't be. Hello, what's up?" - -Havens was heard to shout--then a second cry came from the woods. - -"More bears, I wonder?" exclaimed Bob. - -"Sounds as if he was running like sixty," cried Dick. "Here he comes. -What in thunder's the matter? Did you catch what he said?" - -"No." - -Bob hastily lowered himself to the ground, and the three boys started -toward the rapidly advancing figure. - -Then it was seen that Jim Havens' head was surrounded by a dancing -cloud of insects. - -"Get some pine-knots," yelled the fugitive, slapping wildly at his -tormentors. "Ouch! Stir yourselves--beat 'em off--help!" - -"Bees!" cried Dave. "Bugville to the front." - -All signs of laziness instantly disappeared. He jumped nimbly to -his feet, and rushed, with the others, to the fire, where several -half-consumed sticks were smouldering. - -Havens arrived in their midst. So did the bees. They acted with -charming impartiality. - -Dick Travers slapped his cheek. "I'm stung first!" he yelled. -"Ouch--wow--great Cæsar!" - -"Welcome to the honor," said Dave. "Thunderation! Oh--oh! By the flying -partridge, that hurts!" - -Smoking sticks began to describe half circles and other curves in the -air. The boys danced wildly, and hit right and left, up and down, all -the while uttering exclamations, as numerous sharp stings were received -from the angry insects. - -"Take that--and that!" panted Dave. "You will tackle my painting hand, -eh?" - -"Give it to them!" yelled Bob. - -The battle raged furiously, but at length, unable to withstand the -onslaught, the insects suddenly buzzed away, leaving not a few of their -number slain on the field. - -"Oh, my--look at Bob's nose," snickered Dick. - -"You ought to feel it." - -"I'm satisfied with getting it in the neck;" and Travers tenderly -placed his hand on a huge bump behind the ear. - -"Three stings on one cheek is about enough, isn't it?" asked Dave. - -"What did we ever do to you, Jim?" asked Bob, reproachfully. "It'll -take a lot of explaining." - -"Oh, I say," whispered Dick, "who's got that book--'First Aid to the -Injured'? Trot it out, somebody." - -"It's missing," said Dave. - -"How's that?" - -"Because nobody brought it." - -Dick groaned. "Nice way to make a book useful," he said. "What'll we -do?" - -"Pooh--you fellows haven't got any stings," broke in Havens. He held -out his hands ruefully. "Must have been about a thousand buzzing 'round -me. Honest--I couldn't handle them alone. Lucky I brought something -to----" - -"Oh, say that again," cried Dick, hopefully. "You brought something -along, eh?--Quick!" - -Jim dived for his canvas bag, and took out a bottle. - -"Smells like a drug store," said Bob, "but dish it out." - -In a few minutes the smarting was somewhat allayed. - -"Jim, you have a head," said Dick, admiringly. "Did you expect this to -happen?" - -"Sure! Anything's liable to happen in the woods." - -"What else have you?" - -"Something for snake bites and poison ivy." - -"Great head! Anything for panther bites and bear hugs?" - -"And now, Havens," interrupted Bob, "we want to know how this happened." - -"Well, I came across an old hollow tree back there--bees hang out in -such places, you know." - -"Do they?" said Dick, with tremendous sarcasm. - -"As luck would have it, my hatchet fell plumb in the hole--then I -strolled over to tell you about it." - -"Next time, Jim," said Dave, "you have our permission to do all your -strolling in the opposite direction. But," he added, brightening up, -"maybe there's some honey over there." - -"Light some pine-knots, and we'll soon find out," said Havens. - -His directions were put into effect, and in a few minutes they reached -the hollow tree. - -Havens began operations by hurling a stone. - -"Watch 'em," he said. - -The angry insects buzzed forth, but were easily put to flight by the -blazing torches. Then vigorous blows from Jim Havens' hatchet sent the -chips flying. - -A cheer broke forth, when a great quantity of honey was disposed to -view. - -"Bet there's fifty pounds in there," said Dick, gleefully. - -"Um--um," exclaimed Dave. "For breakfast, dinner and supper." - -"You'll be um--umming more when you taste it," said Bob, slyly. - -Back to the dugout for pans and dishes they tramped. These were soon -filled to the brim with the most delicious honey. The four proceeded to -enjoy some at once, and it was quite a while before work was resumed. - -The slender maples which Havens had cut were then dragged to camp. -These were nailed about six inches apart over the hole in the roof and -a quantity of fir brush interwoven. A rough door was next fashioned out -of the remaining saplings, and their work was done. - -Late in the afternoon, the four, guns in hand, started off after game. -In the course of an hour, they were a considerable distance from the -dugout, skirting along the edge of a precipice. - -Dick Travers, in advance of the others, caught a glimpse of some -animal skulking through the underbrush straight ahead. With visions of -securing a pelt worth while, he stole steadily forward. - -"As I live, it's a fox," he murmured, excitedly. "Gee, I must get a -crack at that." - -Flinging caution to the winds, Dick leaped rapidly forward. Suddenly a -cry of alarm escaped his lips. - -Rushing full tilt through a mass of vegetation, he saw a yawning -crevice, a sort of crack extending backward from the face of the cliff, -before him. His impetus was too great to be checked, and Dick gave a -gasp of horror, as he felt himself sliding over the edge. - - - - - CHAPTER IX - - AN EXCURSION - - -"Grab hold of him--do, that's a good fellow! Stop the beast! Whoa, -Buttercup, whoa! Oh, dear, won't somebody stop him?" - -Howard Fenton, seated on Mr. Barton's big black horse, was having a -most uncomfortable time in the field by the house. It was the first of -a series of lessons in the art of horseback riding that Sam Randall had -undertaken to give him. - -Sam, Tom Clifton and young Bins, painful to relate, were roaring with -laughter. - -"Golly, but dis chile neber seed nuthin' like that. Oh, dese city -fellers! Golly!" and Sam showed his white teeth again. - -Buttercup, as if indignant at the awkwardness of his rider, danced -and pawed the ground and bobbed his head up and down, while Howard -struggled desperately to hold his seat. - -"I know I shall fall! Oh, oh, for goodness' sake--if I break my neck, -Sam, it's your--oh--oh----" - -The sentence, ending in a wail, was too much for Sam. He seized -Buttercup by the bridle, while Bins, nearly convulsed with laughter, -aided the frightened rider to dismount. - -"Thanks, old chap," panted Howard. "I know I made an awful spectacle -of myself. Talk about jolts, bumps and aching bones--say, does anybody -really enjoy riding?" - -"Oh, listen to him!" cried Sam Bins, with another explosion. - -"Of course they do," said Randall, loftily, bestowing a compassionate -look upon the crestfallen Howard. "Let me show you how to do it," and -he vaulted into the saddle. - -Fenton gazed after him admiringly, as he rode around in a wide circle, -then skilfully drew his spirited steed alongside. - -"You're a crackerjack, Sam," he exclaimed. "But I'll stick to electric -cars and trains." - -"Oh, dese city fellers," chuckled Sam Bins. - -"Here--I'll take a turn, too," put in Tom Clifton. - -The smallest member of the Rambler Club also managed Buttercup with -ease. Proudly, he put the horse through its paces, and, flushed with -triumph, called out, as he rode up, "How's that for riding?" - -"You country chaps can beat us out in some things, that's sure," -laughed Fenton, good-naturedly. - -"Come ahead--you can learn to ride," urged Sam. - -"Yes, do. It's as easy as rolling off a log," chimed in Tom. - -"Nothing easier than falling off a horse, I think," returned Fenton, -with a faint smile. "But not to-day, boys. Oh, no! Guess I've had -enough." - -"Oh, dese city fellers," repeated Sam Bins, as he led Buttercup back to -the stable. - -"Wonder how Bob and the other fellows are getting along in the -wilderness," said Howard, when the group had turned toward the porch. - -"Guess they won't leave any bears or moose for Tom and me," grinned -Sam. "They are crack shots--that is all except Chubby. He never seems -to hit a thing, any more." - -"Hope Dick will get some pictures," put in Tom. "Wish I had a camera, -I'd snap some, too." - -"I say, Howard," exclaimed Sam, suddenly, "Phil Levins, Tom and I are -going over to Promontory this afternoon. I'm teaching Clifton how to -swim. Want to take a sail in the 'Spray'? It's a bully day for an -outing." - -"I may come over later, in the 'Dauntless.' Promised pater I'd do some -writing for him," replied Fenton. "Guess I can make it, though, and -we'll have a little race on the way back." - -"Good! But the 'Spray' will run away from the 'Dauntless,' old man." - -"It will--like fun," laughed Fenton, as he took his leave. - -Phil Levins met the Ramblers at the wharf. Just as they were clambering -aboard the "Spray," "Little Bill" happened to pass. He surveyed them -with a scowl. - -"I'm a-goin' ter take out that boat, some day, an' don't you forgit it. -Old Barton says ter me one day--he says, 'Bill'----" - -These were the words that greeted the boys, and Sam Randall cut them -off by exclaiming, "Oh, we're not talking about that now, Bill Dugan." - -"Ain't you? Well, I'm talking about it, all right. Afear'd I'd hurt the -boat, eh? Think you're sich swell sailors, eh? Jist you wait, fellers." - -"All year, if you want," laughed Sam. "Give the boat a shove, boys. -Rattling good breeze, eh? That's it--we're off." - -The sail quickly filled out, and the boat drew away from the wharf. - -"Jest you wait," repeated "Little Bill," loudly. - -"That's what we're doing." - -"I ain't forgot what that elephant done." - -"Don't let it worry you, grouchy," and the boys waved their hands -toward the disgusted Dugan. - -The "Spray" was a fast boat, and with a strong, favorable wind, cut -through the water at a rapid rate. - -The dark firs on Hemlock and the crags of Promontory Island, began to -loom up clear and distinct. It was exhilarating sport, and, as the -water foamed and gurgled and occasionally dashed over the gunwale, the -boys began to sing. - -"This is great," exclaimed Tom Clifton, at length. "We'll have a dandy -race, if Fenton comes over." - -"We ought to give him a handicap." - -"Sure thing. The 'Dauntless' isn't a patch on the 'Spray' for speed." - -In a short time, the "Spray" dashed into the passageway beneath the -towering crags. Emerging on the other side, they sailed past the site -of the former "Idleman's Club" and continued on until a picturesque -cove appeared in view. - -"Ease over the sheet, Phil," said Sam. "That's right. Haul it down when -I say the word." - -In a sheltered situation, the "Spray" glided smoothly over the limpid -water and entered the cove. At Sam's command, the sail was lowered and -an anchor heaved overboard. The boat came to a stop within a few feet -of a jutting bank, where the water was so clear that the pebbly bottom -could be plainly seen. - -"Done like old salts," laughed Sam. "Off with shoes and stockings, -fellows; we'll have to wade." - -In a few minutes they stood on shore. Then all took seats on a -convenient rock. - -Clouds of dazzling whiteness glistened against the deep blue sky, -shadows flitted across the surface of the lake and over the rugged -crags above, while now and then a cool, pleasant breeze blew strongly -in their faces. - -They were in a delightful cove. A group of willows on the opposite side -mirrored themselves in the clear water; pond-lilies and aquatic growth -bobbed gently on the listless current. - -"This is where Dave would enjoy himself," observed Sam. "Listen to -the birds--say, look at that bit of blue sky," and Sam imitated the -"poet's" tones so well that Tom burst out laughing. - -"Can he really paint and write poetry?" asked Phil Levins. - -"Oh, Chub can do anything," replied Sam, with conviction. "He's a -dandy. But here, Tommy, get off your duds. If you don't look out, you -won't be able to swim any better than Fenton can ride." - -"Oh, suffering catfish," said Tom, flippantly. - -The boys quickly donned their bathing suits, and walked along the -shelving beach to the end of the cove. - -"Oh, but the water's cold. Hold on there, Sam Randall, don't push." - -"Don't crowd him," grinned Phil. - -"Oh, of course not," snickered Sam, and the next minute, Tom, neatly -tripped, hit the water with a loud splash and a yell. - -For the next half hour, they had great sport. The water was shallow and -well suited to their purpose. Tom made a little progress, and by actual -count was able to keep afloat for seventeen seconds. Then he paddled -around, while Sam and Phil, both good swimmers, raced out to the end of -the cove and back, Sam leading by a few feet. - -When they were again dressed, the three resumed their place on the rock. - -"Most time for Fenton to come," observed Phil Levins. - -"I'll bet he won't turn up," grumbled Sam, as he shied a rock into the -water. "I'd give a lot to have that race, too." - -"Let's take a walk," suggested Tom. - -"Where--up on the cliff?" - -"No siree! Around the base as far as we can go." - -"All right, son, we'll do it," agreed Sam. "If Fenton comes along, -he'll know how to find us." - -Thick vegetation, at times, forced them toward the base of the cliff, -while at others they skirted along the bank. Pretty wild flowers -nodded in the breeze and brilliant-hued butterflies hovered about. -Occasionally, a rustle amidst the underbrush indicated the presence of -some startled creature. - -Straight ahead, bright in the sunlight, loomed the towering walls of -Crescent Mountain, its opposite neighbor being partly hidden by the -cliff near at hand. - -At length the end of the island was reached, and the boys only stopped -where the cliff, rising straight out of the water, barred further -progress. - -"A daisy view," commented Tom. "Look at the current, Sam--pretty strong -even here, eh?" - -"That's right, Tommy. I wouldn't care to be more than fifty feet from -shore. Nice fresh breeze, too, though we don't get so much of it on -this side." - -Sam seated himself, the others following his example. Now and then a -stick or branch floated slowly by, occasionally caught by some counter -current and swung in to shore, only to again be started on its journey -toward the gorge of Canyon River. - -Sam picked up a stout limb and sent it far out, then idly watched the -current carrying it away. - -"Wonder, Tom," he said, reflectively, "what kind of a journey the thing -will have. Maybe it will go over that mysterious falls." - -"I'm sure I don't care. Let's skip back, and see if Fenton has come." - -"You run over and see, Tommy, like a good fellow." - -"I will not, you lazy-bones. What are your legs for?" - -"Lots of things," laughed Sam, as he made a lunge for Tom. But the -latter jumped nimbly aside. - -The boys started to retrace their steps and presently reached a point -from which the "Spray" could be seen. They saw that no one was on the -beach, while the clear expanse of Mountain Lake was unspotted by craft -of any kind. - -"I told you so, Tom Clifton." - -"Never mind--let's sit down and wait." - -Suddenly a shout came from Phil Levins, who had lagged in the rear. It -was so full of terror, that Sam and Tom looked at each other in wonder -and alarm. - -"What's up now?" gasped the latter. - -Phil was waving his arms wildly. - -"Hurry up--hurry up!" he yelled, frantically, and the Ramblers broke -into a run. - -Over bushes and rocks they dashed, until they caught sight of something -which seemed to make their blood run cold. Their faces blanched. - -A quarter of a mile away, caught in the treacherous current of Canyon -River, was the "Dauntless," her white hull sparkling in the sunshine -and her tapering mast bobbing back and forth against the background of -cliffs. - - - - - CHAPTER X - - HOWARD IN DANGER - - -"It's Howard Fenton!" cried Sam Randall, in terrified tones. "Can't -something be done to save him?" - -"The boat will be carried into the gorge, as sure as fate," groaned -Phil Levins. "See--it's moving faster every minute." - -"Awful!" breathed Tom Clifton. "Awful to stand here and see that!" - -Into the minds of each flashed the dreadful conviction that Howard -Fenton was doomed. Spellbound, they watched the "Dauntless" struggling -in the current, tossing about like a chip, now floating broadside, -then stern foremost, and each moment nearing the dark, gloomy gorge of -Canyon River. - -Sam Randall brought out his field-glass. - -"I see Howard plainly," he gasped. "He's holding on to a rope. The -water is rough out there. Great Scott! This is terrible!" - -"I wonder how it happened," groaned pale-faced Tom Clifton. - -"It seems like an awful dream," panted Phil. "See how fast the -'Dauntless' is going now. In a few minutes he'll be in the gorge." - -"Oh, why did we ever ask Howard to come over?" - -Sam Randall directed his glass toward the base of the cliff, and a -shiver ran through him. - -A ridge of white foam shot up against the dark rocks which rose sheer -from the water. There was nothing in that glance to inspire hope, and -breathlessly they waited. - -Glittering in the sunshine, the white hull, tossing and pitching -violently, shot toward the base of Round Mountain. - -"Poor Howard," groaned Sam. "No hope now. The 'Dauntless' is in the -gorge." - -[Illustration: "THE DAUNTLESS IS IN THE GORGE."] - -He turned away to hide his feelings, and when he looked again the boat -was sweeping rapidly between the cliffs. Silently the boys watched, -until the jutting crag hid it from view, and then, with heavy hearts, -retraced their steps. For some time none could trust themselves to -speak. - -"What an awful difference a few hours has made," said Sam, finally, in -an unsteady voice. "Poor Howard, I can't understand how he was ever -caught like that." - -"Looked to me as if the 'Dauntless' had lost its rudder," answered -Phil, tremulously. "The wind's pretty strong, too, and if an accident -happened near the passageway it would be easy to get carried out." - -"Never felt so bad in all my life," put in Tom Clifton. "Fenton was -such a jolly good chap." - -"I can't help feeling that Howard will be saved in some way," said Sam. - -But Phil Levins shook his head gloomily. - -"You don't know Canyon River, Sam," he exclaimed. "Everybody will tell -you that Fenton hasn't a chance." - -They soon reached the "Spray," and hastily embarked. So eager were they -to get ashore that the boat seemed to move at a snail's pace. But once -outside the passageway, a good, stiff breeze carried them along at a -rattling clip. They were obliged to tack many times, and their patience -was sorely tried. - -At length, however, the hotel wharf was reached, and the boys jumped -ashore. - -They found great excitement at the Resort House. Groups had -congregated, eagerly discussing the accident. - -The arrival of Sam, Tom and Phil furnished fresh interest. The three -were besieged with questions, and they, in turn, asked many others. - -"Yes, we saw it," said Philip Brown, the proprietor's son. "A searching -party has already gone off to the place where Canyon River comes out of -the gorge. Dear knows how long it will take them to get there." - -"An' when they do, 'twon't be any use, I calc'late," remarked "Big -Bill" Dugan, the stage-driver. "I tole Fenton many a time ter look out -fur that current. Awful news fur his dad, when he gits back." - -"Where is Mr. Fenton?" asked Sam. - -"Went a-ridin' jist afore Howard put off in the boat. It beats me, it -does--this business." - -"Say, Sam, let's go over to White Rocks," suggested Phil Levins. -"Coming, Tom? You can get a good idea of the current there." - -"Like as not yer'll drop in," growled Dugan. "Best keep away. It's -'nuff ter have one stranger carried down, without bein' plumb crazy -'nuff ter run any more chances." - -But the boys had already started off. - -The White Rocks were a series of huge boulders and flat stones which -extended into the lake not far from the base of Round Mountain. - -Led by Phil Levins, the boys were soon making their way from rock to -rock. But Tom Clifton finally balked. The distance which separated him -from the next was a little more than he cared to cross. - -"Better not go out any further, fellows," he cautioned. - -"Wait here, Tom. Your legs ain't quite long enough," replied Sam, as he -made a flying leap. - -Phil Levins, like most of the village boys, had often been out on the -Rocks, and knew the easiest way, but Sam Randall drew many a long -breath during the time that he was jumping and scrambling from one to -another. - -"Christopher! Isn't it terrific!" he cried, when they finally came to a -pause on the smooth, flat top of a rock near the outer end. - -The water foamed and boiled against its sides; miniature whirlpools -formed here and there, while long, rippling swells with a glassy -surface separated them from the boulders beyond. - -Above all other sounds was the steady roar of the torrent thundering -toward the barrier. As if angry at resistance, it lashed itself into -a fury, beating and splashing against the sullen cliff. Hurled back, -its blue-green waves, patched with foam, paused for an instant before -rushing in mad triumph toward the gorge of Canyon River, about fifty -yards ahead. - -Sam Randall was fascinated at the spectacle. From where they stood, it -was possible to see down-stream for a considerate distance, and the -boys eagerly turned their gaze in that direction, vainly hoping that -the "Dauntless" might be somewhere in sight. - -"Well, what do you think of it now?" asked Phil Levins, at length. - -"I give up. No one would have the least chance in such a current," said -Sam, in a hollow voice. - - - - - CHAPTER XI - - "LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP" - - -Dick Travers dropped his gun and frantically seized a stout sapling -which grew close to the edge. A cry of horror escaped his lips, as -it began to bend beneath his weight, and his hands to glide over the -slippery surface. - -"Dave--Bob!" he yelled, despairingly. "Help!" - -Through the crevice, narrow as it was, came a patch of light. He turned -his head, to shut out the view of the awful chasm below, but in even -that quick glance the jutting crags and great boulders strewn about the -base were indelibly fixed upon his memory. - -The sapling was still bending, but with the grip of despair he clung to -it, fearing each instant to hear the fatal snap. - -"Help! Bob, Dave!" he gasped again. "Help!" - -Then his dangling feet bumped against the face of the cliff and struck -a projection. Daring to look down again, he saw a ledge about a foot -wide, and hope sprang within him. - -A crashing through the underbrush sounded from above and three pale -faces were gazing into his own. - -"We'll save you," cried Dave Brandon. "Courage, old man!" - -"Hurry," gasped Dick. Drops of perspiration stood out on his forehead, -but Dave's voice cheered him. - -"Lucky we brought a rope along," panted Dave. "Quick--make a noose--put -it around me!" - -Bob Somers had implicit confidence in Dave Brandon, and asked no -questions. In a moment the noose was slipped over his sturdy shoulders -and under his arms. - -"Now pass the end around that tree," instructed Dave, hurriedly. "Hang -on to it, Bob. Here, Jim, grab hold of my legs, and don't let go." - -"Hurry up, fellows," came a cry from below. - -"Courage, old boy," sang out Bob. "We're coming." - -Dave threw himself flat on the ground and worked his way to the edge of -the opening, then leaned far over. - -Havens, with a firm grip on the stout boy's legs, twisted his arm -around a convenient sapling. - -"I've got you, Brandon," he said grimly. - -Farther and farther Dave stretched over. He paid no heed to the yawning -depths. All he saw was Dick Travers' fear-stricken face just below. - -A few inches more, and the "poet's" strong hands closed with a -vise-like grip over his fellow Rambler's wrist. - -"Keep a tight grip on the sapling, Dick," he commanded, in a tense -voice, and the other obeyed. - -It was a thrilling moment for all. But Dave's strength was equal to the -emergency. With a mighty effort, he began to work his way back inch by -inch. - -Bob Somers, after fastening the rope securely, sprang forward. No words -were spoken. Dave Brandon grunted and groaned, while the perspiration -rolled off his round face. - -Presently Bob Somers leaned over and grabbed Dick Travers' left arm. -Up, up came the dangling form. - -"Now, Havens, pull for all you are worth," panted Dave. "Pull like the -dickens," and Jim bent all his strength to the task. - -Another instant, and Dick was seized by the waistband and dragged over -the edge to safety. - -It would be hard to give an idea of the thankfulness that was in the -hearts of all. For several moments, Dick Travers lay without speaking. -The shock had been a severe one. - -"Thanks, fellows," was all he said, finally. But his tone spoke volumes. - -"Look before you leap next time, Dick," observed Jim Havens. "Lots of -dangerous places around these mountains." - -"You bet I will. Crickets! It was awful to hang over that chasm. I felt -sure the sapling was going to snap," and Dick shuddered at the thought. - -Still puffing and blowing, Dave Brandon was busy wiping his perspiring -face, while he lay at full length on the ground. - -None of them felt quite in the mood for hunting, and the stout boy -finally proposed that they return to the dugout. - -"I need a good, square meal," he said. - -"And you deserve it, too," said Dick, heartily. "Let's vamoose." - -Tired and hungry, they finally pushed through the last belt of timber, -and came in view of the dugout. - -"Well, well, who in the world is that?" exclaimed Bob Somers in -surprise, as he observed a figure sitting on a log before the entrance, -calmly smoking a big pipe. - -"By the flying partridge, a visitor out here," laughed Dave. - -"Didn't know we had any neighbors in this block," said Dick. - -"Think I know that feller," put in Havens. "Looks like Hank Merwin, the -trapper." - -The visitor did not arise as the boys approached. He was evidently a -very tall, raw-boned man, and his face was bronzed to almost the color -of an Indian's. He rested a Winchester rifle across his knees, and -fastened to his belt was a holster containing a huge Colt revolver. - -He looked impassively at the campers, then drawled, slowly, "Wal, -young uns, arternoon!" - -"Hello, Hank!" greeted Jim, familiarly. "These are some friends of mine -out hunting and fishing. Speak your names, fellows." - -Hank Merwin listened calmly. His face was as expressionless as a wooden -Indian's. - -"Huntin' an' fishin', eh? Wal, I happened along this way, and I sees -that some one was a-usin' the dugout, so I stays." - -"Glad you did, Hank," said Jim, cordially. "Grub with us to-night." - -"Don't mind if I do." - -When everything was under way, Dick Travers brought out his camera. - -"As long as we have a real trapper here," he announced, "I'm going to -take a picture of the whole crowd." - -"Knew a feller oncet who had one of them jiggers," observed Hank, -slowly. "I never had no picter of myself." - -"Well, I'll give you one of these," said Dick. "Step this way, -gentlemen, and get your phizzes taken. Get up, Dave. Stay right where -you are, Hank." - -He stepped back, while the others ranged themselves around. There was -a sharp click, and Dick announced that it was all over. - -"I'm going to take some wild animals with this, Hank," he said. - -"Wild critters, eh, lad?" - -Hank's gray eyes rested on the youthful photographer. Then he gazed -reflectively at the rings of smoke again. - -"Mebbe I kin help ye," he said, kindly. "Kin ye take one of them -picters at night--by jacklight?" - -"By jacklight?" questioned Dick, in puzzled tones. - -"Sartingly! But perhaps you never hearn tell of it?" - -"Hank often goes out hunting by jacklight," interposed Havens. "He has -a lamp in front of his boat, and a reflector sends the light an awful -way ahead. Well--moose and deer are fond of feeding on lily-pads and -grasses near the shore, and every once in a while he runs across 'em." - -"Should think they would scoot away like sixty," said Dick. - -"They don't. The light sort of blinds them and they can't see the -hunter." - -"Wal, lad," continued Hank Merwin, "kin ye take a picter by that 'ere -light?" - -"You just bet I can," cried the official photographer, -enthusiastically. "I've got a lot of flashlight powder, and it will -be as easy as rolling off a log. Thanks awfully, Hank. Snap-shots by -jacklight sounds fine, eh, Bob?" - -"Right you are." - -"Wal, whenever you takes the notion, look me up," said Hank, "but you'd -best wait 'til thar ain't no moon." - -Dick Travers was delighted at the prospect, and the others were no less -pleased. - -After supper, sitting before a pleasant fire, Hank Merwin, who had -taken a great fancy to the boys, related many thrilling incidents -in his life as a trapper. The moon rose above the belt of timber, -enveloping the landscape in its pale greenish light; the whispering -breeze brought with it many strange sounds from the forest, and, as the -fire crackled and glowed, sending up showers of dancing sparks, the -boys were more and more charmed with life in the open. - - - - - CHAPTER XII - - DOWN THE GORGE - - -During the week, the boys went out on several hunting expeditions. Many -quail and jack-rabbits fell victims to their good aim. Dick Travers had -been gradually developing what Dave described as a severe attack of -"photographis nightowlis." He was constantly talking of Hank Merwin and -the promised jacklight expedition, and Dave was sympathetic. - -"Before it gets any worse, fellows, we'd better pull up stakes for a -while," he said. - -"That's good," approved Havens. "We can come back to the dugout any -time," and, Bob agreeing, the matter was thereupon settled. - -One morning, bright and early, they were ready to start. A great part -of the outfit was hidden, the hunters carrying only what was absolutely -necessary. Of course each was provided with a stout pole having a spike -at the end. - -"We'll have a dandy time out with Hank Merwin," said Havens. "He looks -solemn enough--never smiles--but he'll treat you white." - -At the first clearing, a magnificent view brought forth delighted -exclamations. Streamers of purple mist hung over the valley, while -the early morning sun cast a rosy glow over the snow-covered mountain -summits which stood out against a pearly green sky. - -Masses of pink and white laurel, gay in sunlight and cool in shadow, -sent forth their delicate odors to mingle with those of the wild rose -and grape blossoms. - -Presently Bob Somers held up his hand--"Listen." - -A faint musical murmur reached their ears. - -"It's a cascade," announced Havens. "Let's steer for it." - -As they progressed, the sound changed into a steady roar. It was not -difficult to guide themselves by it, nor easy to go in a direct line, -on account of irregularities in the mountain slope. Dense masses of -vegetation also interfered, but by persevering for about fifteen -minutes the boys emerged from a heavy belt of timber, to find an -extensive prospect opening out before them. - -"Gee willikens! Isn't that a wonderful sight!" cried Dick Travers, -enthusiastically. - -"Oh, ho--the finest I ever saw," sighed the "poet." - -"Perfectly stunning!" burst out Bob Somers, while Havens smiled at -their enthusiasm. - -Rising almost perpendicularly, a gigantic wall of whitish rock jutted -out from the side of a gorge. Perhaps a hundred feet above them, a -foaming, glittering stream dashed over the edge, spreading out like -a fan in its descent, and dashing with a thunderous roar upon the -rocks below. Clouds of mist rose above the boiling, bubbling water and -showers of dancing drops glittered like diamonds in the sunlight. - -The four approached the edge of the ravine that hemmed in the torrent. -Havens, shouting at the top of his voice, explained that a short -distance further along there was another cascade. - -Dave nodded. Then he slowly raised his arm and pointed upward to the -mountain slope beyond. - -Several animals on the heights above the cascade were seen moving -about, now and then leaping lightly from rock to rock. - -"Big horns--mountain sheep--good eating, too," said Havens, laconically. - -Bob Somers brought out his field-glass. "By Jove, isn't it wonderful -how they keep their footing?" he cried. "Look, Dave!" - -The powerful glass brought the animals close into view, and the "poet" -gazed long and earnestly. He could see them bunch their four feet -together, poise for an instant, then leap gracefully and land on the -steepest rocks. - -"That's a great sight, Bob," he said, at length. - -"Big horns generally keep above the timber line," explained Havens. -"They go in bands of about fifty. Some of the old stagers are whoppers." - -"Wish I could get a snap-shot of 'em," sighed Dick. - -They watched the wild sheep for some time, then retraced their steps -and before long were again on their way down the mountain slopes. They -found the descent both difficult and dangerous. Gullies and precipices -were encountered, and a misstep might have resulted disastrously. - -It was about noon when they finally scrambled over a ledge of rocks and -reached a clear, swift-flowing stream. - -"Oh, ho, how glad I am to get down with arms and legs safe and sound," -sighed Dave. - -"This stream leads to the lake where Hank Merwin has his cabin," -announced Jim Havens. - -"That's what I call a bit of good news," said Bob. "Let's have a bite -to eat--that is if Chubby is willing." - -"Willing?" groaned Dave, as he lolled at full length. "I couldn't go a -step further without something to strengthen me. If there was only a -store around where a fellow could get a plate of ice cream, eh? Um--um." - -"Wish to thunder we could swim to Hank Merwin's," remarked Dick, with a -glance toward the swift current. - -"Not as much as I do," said Dave, languidly. - -"Hank is a crackerjack at cooking," put in Havens. "Most likely he'll -get up a fine spread, if we reach there in time." - -"Eh? That sounds interesting," said Dave. "We must give him a chance. -Come ahead, fellows," and he sank back on the turf and closed his eyes. - -A little judicious tickling with a blade of grass soon brought him to -his feet, however, whereupon the boys, in single file, began to trudge -along the bank. - -In about half an hour they reached a dilapidated log cabin. - -"H'm--about the worst wreck I ever saw," commented Bob. "Struck by -lightning, blown over by a cyclone, or knocked out by an earthquake?" - -"All three--I should say," chimed in Dick, with a grin. "More logs -lying about the ground than on the walls." - -"Hey, fellows, I've got an idea," said Bob, suddenly. "A dandy one, -too." - -"Quick--speak out. Don't let it get away," grinned Dick. "Something -tells me it's something." - -"Well, why not make a raft?" - -"A raft!" echoed his companions. - -"Yes! Why not? That's better than swimming, isn't it? We ought to be -able to steer with a couple of poles, all right, and keep out of the -way of rocks, eh, Havens? Dandy fun, besides." - -Jim reflected. "A good scheme, Bob. Only there are some pretty swift -rapids. We might get upset in the middle of one--that sounds nice, eh?" - -"But if we walk," drawled Dave, "it means a lot more climbing, doesn't -it?" - -"Sure thing," said Jim. - -"Then I say, real loud, build a raft--but do you think it can be done?" -An anxious look came over the stout boy's face. - -"Of course," asserted Bob, confidently. - -"But how? Don't keep me in suspense. My! Wouldn't it be great to float -down that stream." - -"By Jove, there are enough loose logs around to build two rafts, -Chubby," said Bob. "Don't you see 'em? But let's begin on the job." - -"I'm willing, if the rest are," put in Jim Havens, slowly. - -"Hurrah for the raft!" shouted Bob. - -In a few minutes the four guns were stacked, their outfits piled in -a heap, and then the sound of axe and hatchet resounded through the -forest. Cutting the logs to the proper length was a hard task, but -the boys worked with a vim and were rewarded by success. A sufficient -number finally lay at the water's edge. - -"Now, fellows, we need tough roots to bind 'em together," said Bob. -"Must be lots around." - -"And with the old door from the cabin nailed across it ought to be -solid," said Dick. - -The work progressed rapidly. The raft was not a thing of beauty, but -it promised to hold together. The roots used were extremely tough and -flexible, and, fortunately, great quantities were close at hand. Bound -securely with these, and braced by strips from the door, the raft was -completed to their satisfaction. - -"Now we'll fashion a couple of paddles, and begin our voyage," said Bob. - -"Don't forget a rest for the guns," put in Dave. - -"That's so, my boy. Great head." - -"A couple of short logs, with a strip nailed across the tops, will do -the trick." - -"Somebody's got to look out for 'em, though. You will, Dave?--good." - -At last, everything was ready. The raft had been built on a shelving -bank, and after a hard tussle was set afloat. - -"All aboard the 'Mayflower'!" yelled Bob. He stood, paddle in hand, -with Havens at his side. - -"Let 'er go, cap'n!" cried Dave. "All overboard at the next rock. -Hurrah! We're off, and still on!" - -The clumsy pile of logs swung slowly out, then caught by the swift -current, began its voyage down-stream. - -With but little effort the boys kept it well out from the shore, and -the motion was delightful. - -"Whoop la! This is dandy," cried Dick, in great glee. "It beats walking -all hollow, eh?" - -"Oh, ho, what views--look at the reflections," said Dave. - -"And isn't the water clear?" put in Bob. "You can see the bottom." - -"We'll see it closer, if you don't keep her steady," said Havens, with -a laugh. - -At good speed, they swept along. The stream soon widened out, each -shore presenting a most picturesque appearance. Oaks and maples hung -far over, and occasionally a birch stood out sharply white against its -fellows. - -"Rocks ahead! Port your helm," sang out Dick. - -"Aye, aye, sir!" laughed Bob. - -The two navigators pushed their poles down against the pebbly bottom -and by exerting all their strength succeeded in swinging the unwieldy -craft to one side. - -But an instant later, a terrific jolt made Havens sit down with a thud. - -"By jingo!" cried Dick. "We're stuck." - -He had hardly uttered the words, however, when the mass of logs slowly -ground off the submerged rock into clear water again. - -"And this is just the beginning," remarked Havens, rubbing his legs. -"Nothing soft about these logs, fellows." - -"Hello, we're going into a canyon soon, sure as blazes," remarked Dick, -rather apprehensively. "I'll bet the old thing hits a rock and busts." - -The valley began to narrow, and before many minutes had elapsed the -raft was running between high, precipitous banks, then, swinging around -a bend, the walls of a canyon came into view. - -"We're in for it now," said Havens, with a long breath. "Wow!" - -As they entered the dark gorge, a chilling breeze swept in their faces; -the current fairly raced along, and, as the voyagers looked up at the -straight walls of rock, they began to doubt the wisdom of their course. -Rocks, and snags, too, were numerous. - -"Mind your eye!" yelled Havens. "If we get dumped into this pocket, -we'll be in a mess, sure enough." - -"You bet we will," panted Bob. "Look out for that rock straight ahead, -Jim. Now--both together." - -By vigorous efforts, they once more kept clear of the obstruction, -then, as the gorge became still narrower, they were obliged to redouble -their efforts. - -"Oh, ho, real exciting sport, this," remarked Dave. - -"Just a bit too much so," grumbled Dick. "Wow! We're coming to another -bend." - -"Canyon ends just beyond it," called out Havens. "Look out, though, -we're coming to the worst stretch of all." - -With a rush and a roar, the river swept around the giant cliffs. The -"Mayflower" shook convulsively, swung in a half-circle, then, gripped -by another current, wobbled violently. - -Only quick work prevented a catastrophe, and all breathed a sigh of -relief when the wider valley was again reached. - -As the raft approached a clump of trees, a flock of ducks arose with -cries of alarm. - -"Hey there, ye chumps--what d'ye mean by scarin' away them ducks?" -yelled a stentorian voice. - -A tall, lank figure stepped into view, and shook his fist angrily -toward the advancing raft. - -"'Surly Joe,'" said Havens, laconically. - - - - - CHAPTER XIII - - HANK MERWIN'S CABIN - - -"Oh, I remember him," said Bob, surveying the hunter with interest. -"He's the old fellow we saw at the Resort House." - -"He of the sour face," added Dave, laughingly. "Seems real mad, eh?" - -"Hey, you lot of wooden heads," shouted the trapper, "what are ye doin' -out here?" - -"Enjoying ourselves," laughed Havens. - -"Wal, if ye bother my game another time, ye won't," snarled Joe. "Were -you waterbugs crazy 'nuff ter come through the canyon on that thing?" - -"Sure, Mr. Tomlin," grinned Dick. - -"Don't give me none of yer imperdence, kid. I won't stand fur no sass." - -"There might have been a dandy mixup if we'd been on shore," remarked -the "poet," grimly. - -When the sun had sunk from view behind the range of mountains the raft -entered Lake Cloud, a beautiful sheet of water about two miles long, -three-quarters broad, and partly hemmed in by mountains. - -The rich, dark evergreens and lofty peaks were reflected with wonderful -clearness in the limpid surface. Straight ahead, rising against the -golden sky, was a snow-capped summit, purple and hazy, while nearer at -hand were red-brown cliffs, with the higher walls still touched by a -glow of sunlight. - -"No words are strong enough for this scenery," declared the "poet." -"Hank Merwin certainly knows where to hang out." - -"There isn't a prettier place around," asserted Jim Havens. "And talk -about game--it's chuck full--bears and deer. But Hank can tell you all -about that." - -"Beats any place I ever saw," said Bob, enthusiastically. "Now, -fellows, we'll have to desert this good old craft." - -"Right you are," was Havens' rejoinder. "Hank's shack is over on the -north shore." - -The raft was soon poled through the lily-pads and rushes bordering the -lake, and the boys jumped ashore. - -"Feel kind of stiff, for a fact," said Dick. - -"Haven't very far to go," put in Havens, cheerfully. - -With a last look at the rude pile of logs which had served them so -well, the boys shouldered their outfits and started off. - -Hank Merwin's cabin was in a clearing behind a spur of a mountain and -not far from the lake. - -They found him sitting before the entrance, calmly smoking his pipe. He -looked up as the boys trooped forward, but no change of expression came -over his impassive face. - -"How d'ye do, young uns?" he drawled, without rising. "I've been kinder -lookin' fur ye." - -"And we've had a grand trip," said Havens. "A raft most of the way." - -"Young uns will be frisky," commented the trapper; "but I reckon, lads, -ye're hungry." - -The venison steak and corn dodgers, together with coffee made a very -enjoyable supper. When it was over, Hank assisted them in making bough -beds. Then they turned in, and were quickly lulled to sleep by the -whispering pines. - -Next morning, up bright and early, Dick Travers made several -photographs of the surrounding scenery. - -"Crickets, I can hardly wait for that jacklight trip to-night," he said -to Brandon. - -"Time will be here before you know it," drawled Dave. "I'm going to -make a sketch of the lake." - -Dave was only a beginner, but his work impressed Hank greatly, and his -delight was unbounded when the picture was finished and the boy, after -tacking it on the wall of the cabin, said that there it was going to -remain. - -Before supper, the trapper got his fourteen foot boat ready. - -"I can't take all of ye lads," he said, regretfully, "but some kin go -another time." - -In drawing lots for the coveted position of assistant to the official -photographer, Dave Brandon secured the lucky number. - -Eager with anticipation, Dick Travers scarcely tasted his food, and the -sight of Dave calmly munching away annoyed him. - -"For goodness' sake, Chub, do get excited--or something." - -"Let it be something," yawned Dave. "Nerve-tingling business isn't in -my line." - -Hank Merwin lighted the lamp on the bow of his boat, and a powerful -reflector sent a stream of light to pierce the blackness. - -"Jacklight's a-goin'--git aboard, lads," instructed the trapper. - -The boys eagerly obeyed. In a moment, comfortably seated, they heard -the faint sound of ripples lapping against the sides of the boat, then -the fire in front of the cabin gradually grew smaller. - -Hank handled the paddles with great skill, keeping far enough out to -clear the aquatic plants which grew in profusion. - -"Lads," he said, in a low voice, "no talkin'. Our frien's kin do all -that," and Dave smiled, for the voices of the two on shore reached them -with astonishing clearness. - -Occasionally, the cry of some bird or animal in the forest sounded -weirdly, while night-hawks, hovering over the lake, made their sharp -voices heard at frequent intervals. - -"Oh, ho," murmured Dave; he lay back and repeated, in barely audible -tones: - - "'Softly, oh, soft! Let us rest on the oar - And vex not a billow that sighs to the shore.'" - -Meanwhile Dick Travers directed the rays of the lantern toward the -bank. They flitted fantastically from tree to tree, now darting between -and dragging into view some delicate tracery beyond, then shooting -across the inky black water, revealing lilies and rushes. - -The steady, rhythmic sound of the paddle, barely heard above the soft -lament of the pines, the faint gurgle of the water, and the easy, -gliding motion, produced a dreamy, unreal effect, which charmed the -Ramblers and soon lulled one of them to sleep. - -But Dick was ever alert. He strained his ears and eyes for the fairest -evidence which might indicate the presence of some wild animal, but -without avail. - -Still Hank Merwin paddled on--his muscular arms seemed tireless--and -still Dick shot the blinding glare over water and shore. The end of the -lake was reached. Looming faintly against the sky, they now saw a great -snow-capped peak, and Dick Travers caught a low, musical murmur. - -"A cascade," he whispered, and Hank, who had heard him, grunted -affirmatively. - -Dick began to feel that his chances of getting a photograph were very -slim indeed. - -A half hour passed; then a faint sound set his nerves to tingling. - -"Hank--Hank!" he whispered. - -"Sh--sh," came from the trapper. - -Dick felt a gleam of hope, for instantly the boat shot ahead at -redoubled speed. In spite of himself, the hand that directed the -jacklight trembled. Gradually the sound grew more distinct; its nature -puzzled the youth more and more. - -"What in the world can it be?" he thought. "Crickets, it sounds funny. -Wish I dared ask Hank." - -But there was something in the boatman's manner which impelled silence. - -They were skimming rapidly past the trees now. The boat shot ahead -almost noiselessly toward the mysterious sound, which seemed to be just -ahead. - -Dick touched Dave on the shoulder. - -"Wake up, wake up!" he whispered, excitedly. - -"'Softly, oh, soft! Let us rest on the oar,'" murmured the stout boy. -Then he sat bolt upright, with an exclamation, and peered ahead. -"What's the----" he began. - -But a low, stern injunction for silence from Hank Merwin cut him short. - -Evidently something extraordinary was going on out there in the night. - -Suddenly the beam from the search-light, shooting past a jutting point -of shore, fell upon a most remarkable spectacle and one which sent a -thrill through both boys. - -Two great animals, engaged in terrific combat, reared and plunged, as -they charged each other with lowered heads. - - - - - CHAPTER XIV - - A BEACON LIGHT - - -"Ten days ago--ten, mind you, since poor Howard Fenton was carried into -the canyon," said Sam Randall, softly. - -He and Tom Clifton were seated on the porch of Rickham House. The night -was very dark, and several starlike points of light indicated the -village. - -Tom Clifton tilted his chair back against the wall. - -"Maybe it won't make Bob Somers and the rest of them feel badly," he -remarked, reflectively. - -"It couldn't fail to. Wonder if anything has been heard from Mr. -Fenton?" - -"Walter Brown says not. Very funny how he disappeared right after the -accident." - -"Certainly is--and never told any one where he was going. Left a lot of -stuff at the hotel, too." - -"Perhaps he's off in the mountains somewhere," suggested Tom. -"The searching party never found a trace of either Howard or the -'Dauntless.'" - -"A terrible thing--indeed it was." - -For a while the boys lapsed into gloomy silence. - -Presently Sam rose to his feet and peered earnestly in the direction of -the islands. - -"Hello!" he exclaimed. "Tom, do you see anything?" - -"Of course I do. A light--a light on Promontory. Now what in the -dickens can that be?" - -A tiny spot of light, seemingly suspended in the air, had suddenly -appeared in view, steadily growing brighter until it looked like a -blazing beacon. - -"Maybe the old log cabin is afire. I'll bet that's just what it is," -said Sam. "Christopher, where's the field-glass?" - -He darted inside, and presently returned. - -"I can't make it out," he said, finally, in a perplexed tone. "Here, -Tom, take a squint." - -But the younger member of the Rambler Club shook his head. - -"By jinks, I give it up, Sam," he remarked, slowly. "Mighty funny--I -never saw a light there before. Shouldn't wonder if some camper is -living in the old shack." - -"Huh! And I suppose he's making a pot of coffee." - -Tom laughed. - -"Must be a good-sized blaze to make all that light," he admitted. -"Let's take a run over to-morrow, and find out." - -"I've got a better scheme than that, Tommy. Why not go out a bit on the -lake now?" - -"Now?" echoed Tom, in astonishment. - -"Sure! It's a dandy night--not too much breeze. It will be lots of fun, -cruising around. Come ahead." - -"I'm not so anxious, Sam. It's blacker than a stack of black cats out -there. I'd rather stay on the porch." - -"Oh, pshaw, Tommy! Be a sport. With a lantern to keep us company, -there's nothing to be afraid of." - -"Oh, suffering catfish! Who said anything about being afraid, Sam -Randall?" exclaimed Tom, flaring up. "Sure we'll go." He settled his -cap firmly on his head, and then, with another glance at the distant -beacon, rose to his feet. - -In a few minutes the Ramblers were at the wharf. The water looked very -black, and it seemed so silent and lonely that Tom, despite his words, -felt many misgivings as he stepped aboard the "Speedy." - -Sam lighted a lantern; then the sail was run up, and within a quarter -of an hour they were well on their way toward the far end of the lake. - -"It's burning brighter than ever, Tommy, so I guess it ain't the old -shack," observed Sam; "but what in thunder do they want such a whopping -big bonfire for?" - -"Might be 'Little Bill' and his pals having some fun." - -"Perhaps. This is bully sport, eh?" - -Soon the thickly-wooded shore of Hemlock Island began to separate -itself from the lake, and the lofty crags of Promontory rose dimly -against the star-studded sky. - -At the proper time, Sam Randall skilfully brought the "Speedy" about, -and they prepared to enter the channel. - -Just as the sharp turn was being made, the sound of oars reached their -ears. - -"H'm, some of the night-picnickers, now, perhaps," muttered Sam. - -He half arose, in order to get a better view, and at that instant -a rowboat shot out of the passageway directly across their bow. A -collision seemed inevitable. - -The Ramblers gave a lusty shout; Sam swung the helm hard down, and the -sail rattled to the deck in a jiffy, but despite these efforts, the -sailboat struck the other a glancing blow near the stern. - -The occupant of the rowboat, however, had used his oars skilfully, and -escaped being thrown into the water by a narrow margin. The two craft -grated past each other, and quickly came to a stop. Then the oarsman, -with a couple of strokes, drew up alongside the "Speedy." - -As the rays of the lantern shot across his face, the boys were -profoundly astonished to recognize Mr. Fenton. - -"I suppose I must plead guilty to having made a blunder," said the -latter, after replying to the boys' salutations; "but surely the last -thing I expected was to encounter a boat. I must thank you for having -handled yours so nicely that I was spared a wetting." - -"Good thing there isn't much wind," was Sam Randall's response. Then -he added, abruptly, "We saw a light on top of the bluff, Mr. Fenton, -and thought it would be a good idea to cruise around a bit to see if we -could find out what it was." - -"Not remarkable, then, that we should run across each other." - -"Suppose you saw the bonfire? It's been making quite an illumination." - -Mr. Fenton did not answer for a moment, and when he spoke his voice -betrayed some embarrassment. - -"Yes, Sam, I noticed it," he said. "But, really, it's about time that I -got back to the hotel. It's quite a long pull, and----" - -"Oh, we couldn't let you row, Mr. Fenton," interrupted Sam, quickly. -"We'll tow you back." - -"Of course," put in Tom, wondering at the oarsman's courage in -venturing out at night in a small boat and on such dangerous waters. - -As if divining his thoughts, Mr. Fenton said, "It's safe enough if one -hugs the shore of Hemlock Island for some distance. That makes the way -a bit longer, but really, boys, I don't feel that I ought to put you to -the trouble." - -"No trouble at all," asserted Sam. He stooped down and passed over the -painter. Mr. Fenton thanked him quietly, and made it fast to his boat. - -As there was very little wind in the passageway, it was necessary to -use a pair of oars in bringing the "Speedy" about. Mr. Fenton clambered -over the side, and the return trip began. - -When they were well out in the lake again, the Ramblers looked -curiously toward the top of the cliff, but the mysterious light had -entirely vanished. - -With natural delicacy, neither Sam nor Tom touched upon the recent -happening, nor did Mr. Fenton himself mention it. They landed him at -the hotel wharf, then set sail for Rickham House. - -"Tom," remarked Sam, slowly, when they were out of hearing, "what do -you make of this adventure? Doesn't it seem kind o' queer that Mr. -Fenton should be near Promontory Island at this time of night?" - -"Well, rather. And he didn't seem to care to talk about that bonfire." - -"No--I can't make head or tail out of it, Tommy." - -"Perhaps the place where his son used to go has a sort of attraction -for him," said Tom, hesitatingly. "I've heard of people like that, -and----" - -"But it doesn't explain the light." - -"No!" - -"How long do you suppose he's been back at the hotel?" - -"Can't guess. Why didn't you think to ask him?" - -"Why didn't you?" - -"Well, his manner kind of rattled me," said Tom. "Never knew him to be -so cold and stiff." - -"You wouldn't expect him to be like he was, would you?" - -"No! I guess not. The shock must have been terrible." - -"What do you think about that bonfire, anyway?" - -"Give it up." - -Early next morning, the "Speedy" was again headed for Promontory, and, -aided by a strong breeze, reached it in a short time. - -Almost immediately the boys were scrambling up the cliff. They arrived -at the top much out of breath, very dusty, and also very eager. - -Sitting in front of the cabin was a short, stout man with a full beard -whom neither had ever seen before. He was calmly smoking a pipe. - -Both boys immediately noticed a great pile of charred sticks--remains -of the huge bonfire of the night before. - -At the sight of visitors, the man jumped to his feet. - -"Well, well," he said, gruffly; "in a powerful big hurry, boys, ain't -ye? Wait till you get yer breath." He waved his hand and reseated -himself. "Ever been up here before?" - -"Sure," answered Sam; "and it's the first time we ever met anybody. -Hello! The cabin's fixed up in great shape, eh, Tommy? New door and -window, besides a whole lot of patching." - -He looked inquiringly at the stout man. "Should think you'd find it -lonesome and dull up here." - -The other knocked the ashes out of his pipe. - -"Sometimes, boy," he responded, slowly, "but I don't git bothered much -by people that have questions to ask. Now I suppose you're as curious -as most people, and are a-wonderin' who the old codger is." - -He paused, and refilled his pipe. - -"Well, I'm Neil Prescott, at nobody's service." - -The boys grinned, and introduced themselves. Then Sam began to tell Mr. -Prescott how they had seen the light of his fire the night before. - -"Well, what of it?" asked the stout man, gruffly. - -"Nothing," said Sam, somewhat surprised. "Only I thought----" - -"A power of things, no doubt, an' all of 'em wrong." - -"You didn't need a blaze like that to cook by, did you?" - -"Well, well! That's a good one. I was just a-tryin' ter find out what -the village looked like." - -"And I guess you came pretty near doing it," said Sam, with a grin. -"If you had piled on a bit more wood, we wouldn't have run into Mr. -Fenton's boat." - -"Eh--what? Run into Mr. Fenton's boat?" gasped Mr. Prescott, half -rising from his seat. "Say that ag'in." - -"Then you know him?" broke in Tom Clifton, abruptly. - -"Did I say anything about knowin' 'im? Did yer hear me utter any words -to the effect that I knew him, eh?" - -Mr. Prescott brought out an enormous bandana handkerchief, and mopped -his perspiring forehead. - -"If you boys ain't quizzers from Quizzerville--well, this Mr. -What-you-may-call-him wasn't hurt, was he?" - -"Not so you could notice it," said Sam, flippantly. "Going to stay here -long, Mr. Prescott?" - -"Mebbe--mebbe not. If you hev time ter wait, I'll write out the story -of me life an' give it ter you. Where did you come from, an' what are -you doin' out here?" - -A grim smile played over Mr. Prescott's features. He began to speak -rapidly, and more gruffly than ever. - -"Answerin' questions ain't sich fun as askin' 'em, eh? 'Tain't well ter -mind other people's business, lads. Did yer ever think of that?" - -And, well satisfied with this home thrust, Mr. Neil Prescott laughed -gruffly. - -He soon became quite pleasant, however, and entertained his visitors -with several stories. But not a word of information did he volunteer -about himself. When they took their leave, Sam and Tom's curiosity, -instead of being satisfied, was aroused to a greater degree than ever. - -"He doesn't belong to the village," said Sam, positively, "and isn't -any hunter--you can bet on that. Wonder where in the dickens he came -from? Say--did you notice the big box of provisions he had inside?" - -"Yes--and the whole place was cleaned up as nice as you please. Any one -could tell that he knows Mr. Fenton, too. Wonder why he tried to bluff -us off." - -"It's kind of mysterious, Tommy--and I hate mysteries. You and I, old -chap, will have to clear this thing up. Neil Prescott isn't staying in -that cabin for the fun of the thing. No, sir," and Sam shook his head -with conviction. - -That night there was no sign of life from the solitary occupant of -Promontory Island, but late on the evening following the strange beacon -burned even more brightly than before. - - - - - CHAPTER XV - - DICK'S MOOSE - - -Hank Merwin ceased plying his paddle and the boat rested almost -motionless. - -The jacklight revealed a sight which might have thrilled even a veteran -hunter. The boys found it hard to steady their tingling nerves. - -"Gee!" gasped Dick Travers. "I never----" - -But a stern, though almost inaudible admonition from Hank Merwin -effectually silenced him. - -In spite of the glare of light which streamed over them, the infuriated -moose continued their deadly combat. Bellowing and snorting, they -reared and plunged, striking with both hoofs and horns, churning the -shallow water into foam and trampling down the lilies and rushes which -grew thickly about. - -The novelty of the situation, the weird light, cutting its way through -the blackness, and the struggle to the death, made it seem more like -some wild dream than reality, and the chums rested almost motionless, -half expecting, each moment, that their presence would be discovered. - -But the monarchs of the forest were too intent upon their war. Although -of clumsy build, with huge head, short neck and long, ungainly fore -legs, they moved about with wonderful speed. - -Suddenly their antlers came together with terrific force, and two -foam-flecked bodies swayed back and forth. The battle raged hotter. -Now the smaller animal was borne almost to his knees; then, recovering -himself, forced the other back, and the latter, in turn exerting his -enormous strength to the utmost, pushed his rival partly around. - -A huge head was silhouetted for an instant against the background; a -spreading pair of antlers descended. The blow was struck with all the -force that a powerful pair of shoulders could give--a blow of crushing -force. - -The smaller animal staggered; a snort of agony and rage echoed over the -lake, as he flopped to his knees, sending forth a circling wave to -surge against the sides of the boat. - -"He's done for," breathed Dick. - -[Illustration: "HE'S DONE FOR."] - -"No--not yet. Look--he's game." - -The fighters were on the edge of the jacklight now, and Dick's hands -trembled with excitement as he adjusted the reflector. - -The moose, with a desperate effort, bravely arose and locked horns -again. - -Then it was that Dave Brandon aroused himself. - -"Quick, Dick Travers," he exclaimed, in a thrilling whisper, "quick! -What's the matter with you--get your picture!" - -The official photographer had almost forgotten his mission. But he -set about repairing his error with so much energy that he nearly fell -overboard. - -A warning "sh--sh" from Hank steadied him, and, to his relief, the -animals paid no heed. - -Eagerly, he again adjusted the light and sighted the camera. - -"Ready, Dave," he whispered. "Set off the powder." - -A blinding glare followed, and Dick Travers gave a low cry of triumph. - -"As sure as you live, I got it," he murmured, exultantly. "Christopher!" - -The combat was approaching an end. - -The larger moose backed away, then plunged forward. - -Crash! Its antlers landed with telling force; its antagonist staggered, -sank to his knees, then toppled heavily over, and a wave surged forth -as he fell among the water-lilies and rushes. The mountains threw back -on the night air the conqueror's bellow of triumph. - -Then, as if conscious for the first time of danger, the moose wheeled -sharply about and made for the shore as fast as his exhausted condition -would permit. - -In an instant, Dick had raised his rifle, and, seeing this, Hank Merwin -lowered his own. - -"At him, lad; and shoot straight," he encouraged. - -There was a flash and a report--the moose fell backward on his haunches. - -"I've got him!" yelled Dick, in great excitement. - -But, almost as he spoke, there was a floundering in the water; the -wounded and enraged animal staggered to his feet and charged directly -for the boat. - -It was a critical moment. - -But Hank Merwin did not lose his head. With a quick stroke, he sent the -craft forward, and, as he turned it, the rays of the jacklight swept -past the charging moose to the shore beyond. - -"He's coming right for us!" yelled Dick, in terror. - -"Don't none of yer shoot," commanded the trapper, sharply. - -The moose was right behind them. Its ungainly form could be dimly seen, -as it lumbered through the dense aquatic growth, bent on vengeance. - -But Hank shot the boat out in deep water, then quickly turned. The -jacklight was again directed toward the moose. - -Its rays were barely in time to reveal a most unexpected sight. The -animal suddenly staggered and fell. - -Dick Travers' shot, together with the wounds received in battle, had -proved too much for the gallant old beast, whose eyes glared defiance -to the last. - -"Hurrah!" cried the official photographer, in a wild burst of -enthusiasm. "Oh, Christopher! Isn't this a piece of luck? Got a picture -and brought down a moose--how's that, Dave, old boy?" and in his -delight, he slapped his friend vigorously on the shoulder. "Ain't I a -hunter, eh?" - -"Yes, lad, didn't do bad," put in Hank, kindly, "but if the ole critter -hadn't had that tussle--wal--you'd be a heap wetter'n you are now, an' -the boat might have been smashed ter bits." - -"I say, Hank, could--I--I get the antlers?" asked Dick, breathlessly. - -"Sartin, my lad. I'll fix 'em fur ye. I'd best be gittin' ter work -right away, too." - -Hank Merwin's sharp hunting-knife began to do wonders. He cut and -slashed in a manner which showed his familiarity with such work. -Finally, the head, skin and several choice pieces of meat lay in the -bottom of the boat. - -"To-morrer we'll come over an' finish the job," declared Hank. "Ye -sartingly were in luck, lads. It was a sight that many an ole stager -in the woods ain't seen." - -"We've had a grand trip," said Dave, "and when we get back I'm going to -celebrate by taking the biggest snooze I ever had." - -Bob Somers and Jim Havens were greatly astonished when they learned -what had happened. - -"Christopher! Just look at that pair of horns!" exclaimed the captain, -as the moose's head was dragged ashore. "Greatest luck I ever heard -of," he added, "and if that picture only comes out right, won't it make -some of the Kingswood boys open their eyes?" - -"I guess it will," laughed Dick. "And we ought to have a few more -adventures before the trip is over. When do we start climbing again?" - -"Day after to-morrow." - -"Thought it was week after next," drawled Dave. - -"Why not stay a while longer, lads?" put in Hank Merwin. - -But Bob shook his head. - -"Sam and little Tommy Clifton must have their fling at it pretty -soon," he said. "Guess they think we're lost already." - -Next morning, the four piled into Hank Merwin's boat, and were paddled -to the scene of the battle. They helped the trapper skin the second -moose, and spent the rest of the day fishing. A good haul of trout -resulted. - -On the following morning, immediately after breakfast, Hank Merwin -rowed them to the far end of the lake. He was sorry to see them go, but -the boys assured him that they would be back in a few days. - -"It's funny," remarked Dick, after they had been on the way for some -time, "how close that mountain looked to the lake, and we've been -walking and walking." - -"And haven't even come to the base," grumbled Dave. "That's always the -way with mountains--they do it on purpose." - -"Notice how the trees have thinned out?" queried Havens; "well, this -place is called 'Scattered Pines.' Used to be a lot of moose around -here--guess there are still. But come ahead, fellows; we have a long -climb." - -Presently, between the pines, a stream appeared in view. It sang so -cheerily that Dave was charmed. - -"Oh, ho," he murmured, as he reached the bank; "makes me think of that -poem by--" - -"That will do, Chubby," laughed Dick. - -"By Bryant. It begins--now listen----" - -"Great Cæsar, fellows, keep quiet," broke in Bob, in a low tone. "What -in the dickens is that straight ahead? Look, Havens--there--it moved!" - -"A bear, and I'll bet a grizzly," said Jim. - -"Where--where, for goodness' sake?" asked Dick, gazing wildly around. - -"Right on that fallen tree," answered Dave. - -"The old rascal is fishing. See--he scooped up something then." - -"Sure he did," agreed Havens. "Grizzlies are great fishers, and the -old dub there is so anxious to get a square meal that he hasn't even -noticed us." - -"Let's creep up on him," proposed Jim. "But you'll need all your nerve. -Who wants to go?" - -"Huh! Do you think we came out here to hunt sparrows?" whispered Dick, -scornfully, and the others smiled. - -Very cautiously, and keeping out of sight as much as possible, the -quartet pushed ahead, and presently arrived at a point where the bear -could be plainly seen. - -He was stretched out on a trunk which had fallen across the stream, -forming a natural bridge. His broad, massive head lay far over, and his -gaze was fixed intently upon the water below. His powerful right paw, -ready for instant action, hung low, but the heavy, brownish yellow form -seemed as motionless as the trunk itself. - -The grizzly was not resting, however, or merely enjoying the pleasant -sunshine. He was working for his living, and doing it in a thorough and -efficient manner. - -Quick as a flash, his paw struck the water, and when it came out, a -glistening, wriggling fish was tossed on the bank. - -"Fellows, I'm going to make a snap-shot of that," whispered Dick, in -great excitement. "By jingo--look at him eating! That is a sight worth -seeing, eh?" - -"Quick, then," said Havens, in cautious tones. - -With hands that trembled in spite of himself, Dick Travers sighted the -camera, and just as the grizzly was again making a catch, its click -sounded sharply. - -Success emboldened them to wait and try to get another. The bear -continued his feasting, and all was silent. At least the boys were sure -they were acting with commendable caution. Whether they were mistaken -in this, or whether something else attracted the animal's attention, -they never knew, but Dick Travers, about to take another look through -the camera, drew back as if he had been shot. - -The bear slowly turned his head; then, with a sort of coughing growl, -arose, and his powerful frame was silhouetted against the firs on the -opposite bank. In another moment, he had lumbered off the tree trunk, -and was pushing forward directly toward the venturesome hunters. - - - - - CHAPTER XVI - - TACKLING "OLD EPHRAIM" - - -"Old Ephraim is out to investigate," declared Havens, excitedly. -"Throw down everything but your guns. Take my advice, and shin up a -tree--every blessed one of you." - -"But," protested Bob, "we----" - -Jim waved his hand impatiently. - -"The worst animal in the mountains to tackle," he said, earnestly. -"Better do what I say. Quick! The old brute's coming this way." - -The crackling of twigs and crashing among the underbrush indicated that -the bear was steadily advancing. - -The hunters' nerves began to tingle at the prospect of meeting such a -formidable antagonist, but a certain pride prevented them from adopting -the wisest course. - -Old Ephraim evidently felt that everything was not as it should be, -and seemed determined to be fully satisfied before returning to his -fishing. - -While the four stood irresolute, the underbrush parted, and a broad -head with a rather pointed snout came into view. A pair of small eyes -gazed inquiringly around, and their owner, taking in the young nimrods, -uttered a low growl. He seemed to be indignant at the invasion of his -domain. Such a proceeding must be discouraged. - -With a roar, he lumbered forward, and the Ramblers, feeling that closer -acquaintanceship was not to be desired, scattered. - -All but Jim Havens were startled and disconcerted at the size of the -animal, and began to regret that they were not viewing the scene nicely -perched on some branch out of reach of his terrible claws. - -In the meantime, the grizzly singled out Bob Somers for immediate -vengeance. The captain felt that it was too late to follow Havens' -advice. He steadied his nerves and awaited a favorable moment. - -"Shoot straight!" yelled Havens. - -Four rifles were ready, though they may have wavered a little. - -One of them presently spoke; a sharp report reverberated; a wreath of -bluish smoke curled lazily upward, and a terrifying roar rang out. - -Bob's shot had only checked the animal for an instant. It rose on its -hind legs, then dropped upon all fours again, and, maddened beyond -measure, redoubled its speed. - -"Run for your life, Bob," shouted Havens. "We'll get him." - -Then a wild chase began. - -Afraid of hitting their companion, the others refrained from firing, -while the captain tore around the trees with the huge animal in hot -pursuit. - -The three boys, with shouts and yells of encouragement, which they -hoped might also divert the bear's attention, followed. It seemed to -the frightened group that the captain was certain to be overtaken. - -But, with a desperate effort, Bob suddenly swerved to one side, and by -the time the clumsy brute could turn he had gained several feet. - -"Keep it up, Bob!" shouted Dave Brandon, encouragingly. - -The stout boy was puffing and blowing, but despite his handicap in -weight kept well ahead of the others. - -"Hi, hi! Christopher!" - -"Great Cæsar!" - -"My eye!" - -Bob had reached the bank, and the grizzly was again almost within -reach. A quick glance over his shoulder told him that a turn to either -the right or left might be disastrous. Then, without hesitation, he -threw aside his gun and plunged into the stream. - -The bear, as if puzzled by this strange proceeding, stood for a moment -gazing after the swimmer. But he did not mean to be cheated in such a -fashion as that. With another hoarse growl, his ponderous body sent the -water splashing. - -Two shots rang out almost simultaneously. - -"You missed him," called out Havens, his eyes shining with excitement. -"Come ahead--we've got him!" - -At full speed, he led the way toward the fallen tree. But the remnants -of the grizzly's feast had made the trunk very slippery. Jim Havens' -right foot began to slide--he gave an exclamation--then the left gave -way. - -The rifle dropped from his grasp; he flung his arms wildly over his -head, and, with a lusty yell of dismay, plunged forward and landed in -the water with a tremendous splash. - -When, coughing and spluttering, he arose to the surface, it was about -ten feet further down-stream. - -"Wow--I--I----" - -But a sharp report drowned the rest of his sentence. - -Dave Brandon had succeeded in crossing the natural bridge just as the -dripping bear clambered out on the opposite side. He sank to one knee, -and fired. - -The grizzly rose on its hind legs, its mouth opened, showing an array -of formidable teeth; then, with a last defiant snarl, Old Ephraim fell -heavily over, gave several convulsive movements and finally lay limp -and lifeless. - -"Hurrah!" yelled Bob Somers. - -He stood on the bank, with his wet clothes clinging tightly to him and -his hair matted fantastically to his forehead. - -"Bully boy!" yelled Havens, who had scrambled ashore; "and I had an -idea you couldn't shoot." - -"Oh, no, he can't. Dave is the champion nimrod of the crowd," laughed -Dick Travers. "Christopher--some excitement, eh?" Then he burst out -laughing. "You're not hurt, are you, Havens?" he asked. "Honest, you -were the funniest thing I ever saw when you went in." - -"The whole thing was a comedy of errors," smiled Bob. - -"It's lucky I didn't fall on a rock," said Havens, with a very faint -grin. "That old fish-eating monster caused us a peck of trouble. And my -rifle--we'll have to dig that up," he added, ruefully. "Somers, you and -I are pretty sights." - -The two dry nimrods and the two wet were soon examining the carcass. It -was a monster, over eight feet long, and probably weighing about nine -hundred pounds. - -The task of skinning Old Ephraim was not an easy one, but Havens' -experience counted. When the work was finally accomplished, all -realized that it would be impossible to reach the mountain top that -night. - -"What's the odds?" remarked Bob. "We're not in any hurry." - -Four o'clock found the boys weary, footsore, and looking for a camp. -They were a long way up the mountain. - -During the march, Dick Travers, who carried a shotgun, brought down a -brace of quail. - -When they came to a stop, it was at a point where a barren, rocky area -surrounded them. Evidently at some remote period a fearful convulsion -of nature had split and rent the great rocks and piled others together -in the utmost confusion. - -Looming against the sky, high above, was a rounded summit of the purest -white. - -Dave Brandon and Dick Travers rested by the wayside, while Bob Somers -and Jim went off on a skirmishing expedition toward a belt of timber. - -In a few moments, shouts were heard. - -"Think there's anything up?" asked Dick, in an anxious voice. - -"No! Bob doesn't yell as if a bear was after him," laughed Dave. "Here -they come. What's that he says?" - -"Found a cave, and a whopper, too." - -"H'm--only hope it has a nice smooth floor, a soda fountain, and----" - -"Hello, boys, we've struck a dandy place for a camp," called Bob; he -arrived, panting and gleeful. "Finest cave you ever saw, Chubby," he -declared. - -"A crackerjack," added Havens. "Let's tote the stuff over, and get our -grub." - -In a few minutes, the boys reached the entrance, which was partially -concealed by a fringe of bushes. - -"Did you fellows have the nerve to go in there?" asked Dick. - -"Not until we made sure that it was safe," responded Jim. - -Dick eagerly pushed aside the bushes, and entered. For a moment -everything was black, and he lingered on the threshold, fearing that -some pitfall might be close at hand. Then, as he stepped forward, his -eyes gradually accustomed themselves to the dim light which filtered in -through the entrance. - -But this disappeared almost entirely, as Dave's stout form squeezed -through. Dick lighted a match. - -When the tiny flame flared up, he uttered an exclamation of -astonishment. It seemed as if he had been transported into some fairy -chamber of wondrous beauty. - - - - - CHAPTER XVII - - ON THE MOUNTAIN - - -From the lofty roof hung stalactites which flashed and sparkled in -the light, while the walls were formed of smooth rock of astonishing -whiteness. - -Dick lighted another match, and pushed forward over the hard floor. - -"By Jove, isn't this great, Chubby?" he exclaimed. "Hello, as I live, -another chamber." - -His voice reverberated in a series of roars and he wondered if the -stout boy understood. But Dave was soon at his side, and the others -followed. - -As a flood of light illuminated the interior brightly, a murmur of -admiration arose. From almost every nook and corner, the rays were -flashed back in dazzling gleams, while fantastic groups of stalactites -sparkled with a delicate, silvery whiteness. - -"Swell, eh?" said Havens. - -"I should say so," cried Dick. "Like some enchanted region. Let's go -in the other chamber." Around a huge pillar of rock, a cavern somewhat -larger was entered. - -Presently, Bob Somers grasped Dave by the arm. "Listen! Don't I hear -the sound of running water?" asked Bob. "That's where the sound comes -from. Look out, fellows!" he pointed his torch toward a yawning pit -which extended across the floor. - -The quartet cautiously approached. - -The steady swash of running water reached their ears, but the torches, -held low, revealed nothing but the rocky sides of the pit. Its lower -portion was wrapped in inky blackness. - -Despite the strangeness of their surroundings, the boys slept as -soundly as they ever did in their lives. - -"Gee whitaker!" - -Bob Somers raised himself on his elbow, and looked at his watch. "Eight -o'clock! Wake up, fellows!" he cried. - -The reverberations promptly aroused Havens and Dick, but the "poet -laureate" lay still. - -"Get up, Chub!" yelled Dick. "Whoop la!" - -"Lemme be--I've just turned in," protested Dave. "Lemme be! If you -don't, I'll hurt somebody." - -But in spite of this awful threat, he was promptly dragged to his feet. - -"Fellows," he said, after breakfast, "let's leave the bearskin here. It -ought to be perfectly safe, eh, Havens?" - -"Sure thing. We can blaze a trail, and find the cave again easy enough." - -After concealing the entrance as well as possible, the hunters began -their toilsome climb. - -Great masses of whitish clouds flecked the blue sky, and the -snow-capped summit was often hidden. They saw plenty of small game -and several times heard the cry of wolves. Jim Havens blazed a trail -through the deep pine and oak forests. - -About noon they came to a small clearing and a halt was made. - -"Weather's beginning to look threatening, fellows," observed Jim -Havens. "Shouldn't wonder if a storm was coming up." - -"Neither would I," said Bob. "We haven't had a drop of rain since -starting." - -"But managed to get wet, just the same," grinned Havens. - -Lunch over, the climb was resumed. - -"Wish we'd run across some big horns or goats," grumbled Dick, wiping -his forehead. - -"Too early for that, Dick. They don't often come down below the timber -line," said Havens. - -"Sort of high-livers, eh?" laughed Dave. - -"Yes, and look down on most of the other critters, though painters -often get after 'em." - -At each open space, the quartet looked anxiously aloft, but there was -always another ridge ahead and the summit seemed as far away as ever. - -"Don't believe we can get any nearer," grumbled Dave. "This mountain's -growing. Bet we're further away than when we started." - -"There! Another cloud has bumped into the old thing," broke in Dick. - -"Crickets, seems funny to have clouds coming to meet us," remarked -Dick. "Gee! The wind is getting a bit too strong for comfort." - -A harsh scream suddenly startled the boys, and, as they looked -overhead, a bird with great, spreading wings soared above the tree tops. - -"A bald eagle," said Havens. "We might have plugged the old robber." - -"Why do you call him a robber?" asked Dick. - -"Because he doesn't mind stealing. The old codger will watch a hawk -catch a fish, bird or small animal, then sweep down, and the meal -changes hands." - -"Or changes claws," smiled Dave. - -"That's it. He's a sneaking rascal. Always watching his chance to let -other birds work for him. There he is now!" - -Ahead, the forest opened out. Into this the eagle was sweeping, in a -long, graceful curve, his wings scarcely seeming to move. The four -instantly detected his object. A frightened rabbit was scampering for -dear life through the grass, headed for a thicket. - -But the woodland drama was soon over. - -"He's got it," cried Dick. - -With lightning speed, the bird overtook the fleeing animal; then the -struggling bunny was borne aloft in the eagle's claws, and almost -before the boys realized it, bird and prey were but a speck in the sky. - -"Gee whitaker, that happened quickly," said Bob. - -"Makes me feel glad that there are no rocs around," laughed Dave. - -"Don't think one could have carried you off," said Dick, facetiously. -"Their limit was a horse or elephant." - -The timber line was left behind. There was nothing now but stunted -vegetation, barren rocks, and, above them, perpetual snow. - -"And this," observed Havens, waving his hand, "is the home of the big -horn and mountain goat. Is it getting too steep for you?" He dislodged -a rock, which rattled noisily down the incline. - -"It's dangerous; besides, we can't see," grumbled the "poet." "In a few -minutes, it will be like trying to climb up the side of a cathedral." - -"Seems out of the world," declared Dick; "and say, that cold is getting -worse--whew!" - -He pulled up his collar, and the others followed suit. - -"Hello! Rain at last." - -The four shadowy forms came to a halt. A few big drops sprinkled around -them, then increased to a steady patter. A flock of screaming birds -darted swiftly by. - -"H'm, flying before the storm," murmured Dave. "Sounds kind of ominous. -Let's grope around a bit for a more sheltered place. Out here we're a -regular target." - -But before they had gone far, a torrent was beating in their faces. -Clinging to whatever support they could find, the four huddled together -and awaited the outcome. - - - - - CHAPTER XVIII - - THE PRESCOTT PUZZLE - - -"Yes, sir--ter my mind, he's plumb crazy." - -"Big Bill" Dugan, the stage-driver, wearing his usual sour expression, -growled these words, as he stood, late one afternoon, on the Resort -House porch. - -There was the usual crowd present, sitting and lounging around, and -"Big Bill's" harsh voice was loud enough to reach them all. Sile -Stringer, the old man of Mountain Village, who had been half dozing in -a chair, sat up and rubbed his eyes. - -"Plumb crazy--who's plumb crazy, Bill Dugan?" he quavered. - -"When I says a thing, Stringer, I says it oncet," growled Bill. "If yer -can't listen, I----" - -"Who's plumb crazy?" - -"Jest listen at him!" The lines above Dugan's nose deepened. "That -feller over ter Promontory." - -"What's he gone and did now?" - -"Always a-buttin' in, Sile Stringer--go ter sleep ag'in," and Dugan -walked impatiently to the other end of the porch. - -"Neil Prescott crazy?" questioned Sam Randall; "I guess not--he's sharp -as a steel trap." - -"I'm not talkin' ter the nursery," said Bill Dugan, ungraciously, "but, -ter my mind, if ye'd like ter know, he's plumb out of his senses." - -"How--in what way?" - -"What's he a-buyin' sich stacks of grub for, eh? He's got 'nuff ter -last a man six months." - -"How d'ye find that out, Bill?" interrupted Tom Sanders. - -"The feller he bought 'em of tole me--that's how. An' only yisterday I -seen him takin' over a lot more. An' ain't it 'nuff ter make any man -laugh ter see the way he handles that boat?" - -Old Sile again sat up and rubbed his eyes. - -"Who--who d'ye mean, Bill Dugan? Handles what boat?" he asked. - -The stage-driver cast a withering look at the "oldest inhabitant." - -"Go ter sleep," he growled. "If the man ain't crazy, would he build a -fire so big that yer kin 'most feel the heat of it over here? No, sir, -fur my part, he's plumb crazy. An' what's he doin' on the island; an' -where's 'e come from, ennyway? Who knows 'im?" "Big Bill" paused and -glared at his auditors. "Who knows 'im?" he repeated. - -"Knows who, Bill Dugan?" came a quavering voice. - -This time, the stage-driver paid no heed. "If that man ain't plumb -crazy, I'm mistook." - -"Wouldn't be the fust time," sneered Tom Sanders. - -"Now, now--be good," laughed Mr. George Kimball, of Boston. "Bill, tell -us something more about this mysterious old character." - -The stage-driver sniffed. - -"As long's ye got nothin' ter do but loaf around all day, I should -think you'd know more'n me, who's got ter work fur a livin'," he -growled. "Guess nobody's goin' ter ask me ter grub with 'em, so I'll -git." - -"I say, Bill Dugan," came a voice, "did you say some one's plumb crazy? -Who's plumb crazy?" - -A sort of grunt not unlike the growl of a bear sounded, and "Big Bill" -Dugan was down the steps. - -Old Sile Stringer sat up and looked around with a quizzical smile. Then -he remarked, "I suspicioned he was going to act that 'ere way. I've -know'd 'im since he was a kid, an' I ain't never know'd a day when Bill -didn't speak rude to some one." - -When Sam Randall and Tom Clifton walked home, they were accompanied -part way by the last named youth, with whom they had made peace. Their -principal topic of conversation was the strange dweller on Promontory -Island. - -"Let's skip over to-morrer mornin' an' see old Squeal Pressed -Biscuits," suggested Sanders. - -Early next morning, the boys met at the wharf, and were not -particularly surprised to find "Little Bill" hanging around. - -"He's brought the Dugan scowl with him, all right," observed Tommy -Clifton, with a laugh. - -"Sure, jest look at the mug on him," added Sanders. - -"Let's get on board so as to be as far away as possible when the row -starts," chimed in Sam, and his advice was followed. - -Before the lines were cast off, however, "Little Bill" turned toward -them. - -"My eye, Sanders," he exclaimed, "I always thought you was a purty big -chump, an' now I knows it. Goin' with this here crowd, now?" - -"Run right along, an' warble ter Billee the Big," growled Sanders. "If -I oncet git up there, I'll chase yer!" - -"Yer will, hey?" retorted "Little Bill." "Yer ain't big 'nuff by two -feet ter chase me. Yer 'most as bad as that elephant roamin' the -mountains. Chase me, hey?" - -A bucket half full of water was standing near by; "Little Bill's" -wrath was too great to be appeased by mere words. Before Sam Randall -could push off, a sheet of water curved gracefully through the air and -descended squarely on Sanders' head and shoulders. - -"Know'd I git a chancet some day," cried "Little Bill." - -Then he and a cloud of dust kept pace together up the yellow road. - -When Sanders had recovered sufficiently to speak, he turned a -forlorn-looking face toward the two Ramblers, and observed, with -considerable vehemence, "It's a good thing yer ain't a-laughin' at me." - -Sam Randall's face had turned purple from suppressed mirth; it was -only by a great effort that he stifled his desire to roar, and thus a -tremendous row was probably averted. - -Meanwhile, they had made a start. For once, they skirted the far shore -of Hemlock Island, finally anchoring just below the passageway. - -The climb to Neil Prescott's cabin brought them a disappointment--the -place was deserted. - -"Gee! This is mean luck!" grumbled Tommy. - -"But the old duffer is on the island, for we saw his boat," put in Sam. -"Let's look around a bit." - -So down the cliff they scrambled; then began to wander around amidst -the trees, gradually working their way toward the western end of the -island. - -"Gee! Where can he be, I wonder?" said Sam. "We can't get much -further." - -"Hello! Look at this," remarked Sanders, presently. "Pertaters." - -He pointed to the ground. - -"Jiminy! A regular trail of 'em," put in Sam. - -"Maybe old Pressed Biscuits is going ter start a patch." - -"Wonder how in the dickens they came here, anyway?" mused Tom. - -"Give it up," said Sanders. "All I know is how some of 'em is a-goin' -ter leave." - -Stooping over, he gathered a pocketful. - -"For goodness' sake--there's Neil now!" exclaimed Sam, suddenly. - -They had emerged from a clump of trees and the end of the island was in -sight. - -Neil Prescott, at the very farthest point, had his back turned. He was -leaning over, with a long pole in his hand, apparently gazing at the -water. The boys saw an object resembling a cask floating slowly away on -the current. - -"Sh--sh! Let's see what Pressed Bricks--that's as good a name fur -him--is up ter," whispered Sanders. - -"Say! This is funny," muttered Tom. - -Neil straightened up; then sat down on a rock, with his back still to -them. - -"I'm a-goin' ter give him the s'prise of his life," grinned Sanders. -"Watch!" - -He drew forth a potato, and sent it flying toward the sitter, -observing, pleasantly, "Keep still, an' listen fur the plunk." - -The tuber was small and round, and the curve Sanders gave it was -perfect. Neil Prescott received it directly in the middle of the back, -and proceeded to arise much more quickly than he had sat down. - -Sanders let out a tremendous yell, waved his arms in the air, and the -trio walked forward. - -For an instant, the "hermit" seemed greatly nonplussed. Then, -recognizing the boys, he quietly resumed his seat. - -"Well, well!" he exclaimed, reproachfully; "this here is a -surprise--who throw'd it?" - -"See here, old sport," said Sanders, ignoring the question, and -pointing to the cask, "why did you chuck that in the lake?" - -"H'm," Neil Prescott looked at the speaker calmly; "you're another one -of them quizzers from Quizzerville--jest joined, eh? Hain't got me -life's history writ out yet, an'----" - -"Aw--wake up, an' answer me." - -"Yes--go ahead, Neil," coaxed Sam Randall. - -"Didn't yer never hear tell of them scientists what do all sorts o' -funny things?" - -"What's this 'bout yer buyin' three tons of grub a week, old sport?" -asked Sanders, rudely. - -"I kin swear I ain't buyin' an ounce over a ton," replied Neil, as he -filled a very large pipe and winked at Tommy Clifton. "No, fur a fact, -I hain't." - -Tom Sanders sniffed. - -"Now, old sport, you ain't as smart as you think. What was you a-goin' -ter do with them 'taters back there?" A jerk of his thumb indicated the -direction. - -"'Tatars' is Latin fur pertaters, ain't it? I never went ter -no college, but l'arnin' comes nat'ral ter me, jist as it acts -kinder opposite with you. I remember oncet, when I was young an' -unsoapfixycated, a man says ter me----" - -"Aw--cut it out," growled the disgusted Sanders. "Why did you throw -that thing in the water?" - -"So as ter put in me life's hist'ry--writ by special request of the -chief quizzer of Quizzerville--that Neil Prescott, at the height of his -career, was a-studyin' currents. Who's a-comin' up ter the office?" - -Neil winked and chuckled many times on the walk back, and laughed -gruffly at parting. - -"We've learned an awful lot eh?" ventured Tommy Clifton. - -"My eye, but I think Billee the Big hit it about right," said Sanders. -"The feller ain't got no sense in him." - -"One thing sure," remarked Sam Randall, "Neil had just shoved off that -keg." - -"Yep." - -"And what in the dickens were those potatoes doing there?" put in Tommy. - -The boys walked along in silence for a few steps, when Sam turned -toward his companions, and said, abruptly, "I give it up. The whole -thing is just a bit too deep for me." - - - - - CHAPTER XIX - - ABOVE THE CLOUDS - - -Rain, fog and wind form a decidedly unpleasant combination on the -sloping sides of a mountain. - -The three Ramblers and their friend Jim Havens were not long in having -this fact impressed upon them. With surprising suddenness, the wind -increased to a gale, sweeping everything before it, and the boys, -crouching almost flat, had difficulty in avoiding the stones which -rattled down from above. - -Presently, the ominous darkness was momentarily dispelled by a dazzling -gleam of bluish-white. Then followed a crackling sound, which merged -into a crash that seemed to jar the mountain. - -The obscurity grew denser. Never in their lives had they been in such -a fog. It almost startled them to realize that they could scarcely see -each other--that they were, in fact, amidst the very storm-clouds. - -Each moment they expected another blinding glare and solemn peal of -thunder, but it seemed as if nature had spent most of its electrical -energy. The next flash, which only came after a considerate interval, -was much less brilliant. - -Dick Travers protected his precious camera as well as he could, but -several times it almost slipped from his grasp. - -Chilled, and soaked to the skin, the boys could do nothing but wait. -The clouds kept swirling past, while the wind moaned and howled, making -conversation almost impossible. - -About half an hour later, Dave Brandon eased himself slowly to his feet. - -"Weather to-day threatening and showery, fellows," he remarked, -cheerily. "To-night, clear and colder." - -"That will do, Chub," said Bob, ruefully. "Wow--but I am glad the rain -is letting up." - -"And the wind going down," chimed in Dick, his teeth chattering. "I -feel worse than an icicle." - -"It's colder than all outdoors," added Jim, with a tremendous shiver. -"What shall we do?" - -"Nothing--just wait for things to get better," answered the -philosophical Dave. - -The wind continued brisk, and the boys felt it so keenly that they were -glad to keep their chilled bodies in motion. - -"It's so steep I don't see how we can get much higher," observed Dick -Travers. "Say--where are you going, Jim Havens?" - -Their guide, his eyes bent on the rock, was crawling upon hands and -knees toward a ledge that overhung a steep declivity. - -"Plenty of signs of goats, fellows," he cried. "Look!" And Bob, who had -followed, saw that the surface was worn and indented by the tread of -countless hoofs. - -"By jingo, it must have taken years to cut into the solid rock like -that," he said, reflectively. - -"Hundreds, maybe," returned Havens. "Goats," he explained, "have -regular beaten trails. You'll find plenty of them all over the upper -parts of the mountains." - -The group continued cautiously along, on the lookout for a break in -the slope which might enable them to ascend. - -"Down there is a mighty bad place." - -Dick Travers pointed just below and to their left. - -The steep declivity they were on led down to a ledge at the brink of a -precipice, on one side of which the rocks jutted out abruptly, forming -a spur. - -"Think you could climb down it?" asked Jim, with a grin. - -"I'd leave that for----" began the "poet"; then he paused, gripped -Havens' arm, and whispered, - - "Softly, oh, soft! Let us rest on the rocks - And disturb not a goat that so actively hops," - -and having changed the lines to suit the situation, a broad smile -played over his face. - -"Stoop down, everybody," commanded Jim, sharply. "A herd of goats on -the ledge, as sure as you're a foot high--the wind in our favor, too. -By George! They're running to beat the band." - -"Must be something chasing them," murmured Dick. - -Havens gripped his rifle, and lay low. - -A savage growl reached their ears; then a lithe, gray mountain lion -appeared in view. With lashing tail, he crept steadily forward. - -An old buck courageously planted himself between it and the retreating -flock. - -"We're going to see something now," whispered Havens, excitedly. - -"Brave old codger," murmured Bob, "but he doesn't stand any show." - -"Of course not," breathed Dick. "Look--the scrap begins." - -With a savage snarl, the panther leaped in the air. Had the buck -remained still, the cat would have landed squarely upon his back. But -the grizzled old warrior sprang quickly to one side; then, with lowered -head, dashed furiously at his foe. - -The force was so great that the mountain lion, partly off its balance, -fell back. A horrid screech rang out--then another, as the buck landed -its hoofs viciously on the prostrate form. - -But the tawny beast recovered himself quickly, crouched with flattened -ears, and fiercely attacked its prey. - -Bravely the buck met the advance, but the powerful paws of the panther -soon brought him to his knees. - -"That's the end of him," whispered Bob. "Christopher! No, he's up -again. Look at that!" - -"Wish he'd send the old monster over the cliff," said Dick, -breathlessly. "He's doing wonders." - -With a desperate effort, the goat rose on its hind legs, and shook off -his antagonist. Backing away, the animal approached the edge of the -precipice. - -"Wow!" gasped Dick, "he'll be over in a minute." - -"The brave old buck deserves to live, after putting up such a game -fight," declared Dave. "Come on, fellows--to the rescue!" - -The four began scrambling hastily down over the rocks toward the -combatants. - -"Hey! Don't fire until I get a chance with my camera," panted Dick, -excitedly. - -"All right, photographer--quick," said Havens. - -The cat sprang again, and landed on the back of its antagonist; the -buck partly rose, the weight of the panther pulled him sideways, and -both goat and cat, struggling madly, fell in a heap upon the very edge -of the precipice. - -The battle was no longer against each other--it was now to regain their -footing on the brink. - -Breathlessly the boys watched; Dick Travers pointed his camera. - -For an instant, the outcome was in doubt; then the buck, with wildly -waving legs, plunged backward into the abyss, dragging his snarling foe -with him. - -"Good gracious!" exclaimed Dave; "what a finish!" - -"Great Cæsar!" cried Bob. "They'll be knocked into a thousand bits." - -"By Jingo--both done for," added Havens. - -Then something else happened. - -Dick Travers, in his eagerness to get a photo, failed to notice a -projecting rock; he tripped, and found himself going forward. - -It was a very sudden lurch, and the involuntary motion to recover his -balance resumed in the camera slipping from his grasp. Bumping and -sliding, it shot swiftly down the incline. - -Bob Somers sprang forward to Dick's assistance, while Dave tried to -catch the instrument. The former was successful, but the stout boy had -no chance to intercept the camera. - -With wild, staring eyes, Dick Travers watched the precious instrument -headed straight for the precipice. Nothing could save it. - -"It's gone," he said, in a hollow voice. - -An instant later, the official photographer's official instrument -sailed grandly over the brink, and followed goat and panther to the -rocks below. - -Dick Travers was inconsolable. - -"Never mind, old man," said Bob, soothingly. "My dad will send you out -another--honest, he will. You've got all your negatives safe." - -"Fellows, look," remarked Havens, in a few minutes. He pointed to -several large birds circling above the chasm. "Vultures," he said, -briefly. - -"After the goat and panther already?" exclaimed Bob, in surprise. - -"Of course. I'd like to put a ball through the ugly rascals." - -As soon as the great birds were hidden behind the precipice, the -Ramblers continued on. - -"Here's a place where we can get up," observed Bob, at length. - -He began scrambling over a pile of rocks, and the others followed. - -After many difficulties, and assisting each other over places which at -first glance seemed impassable, the boys reached the snow. - -"It's jolly fun to do this in summer, eh?" cried Bob, as he playfully -shied a lump at Dave. - -"I should say so," laughed the stout boy, returning the compliment. - -"I can't forget that camera," sighed Dick, gloomily. "Excuse me, -Havens, I didn't mean to soak you so hard." - -Jim brushed a large quantity of snowflakes from around his neck. - -"Oh, ho," said Dave, "this is a wonderful sight. A bit too cold to suit -me, though. Our friends, the goats, have been here, all right--see the -tracks?" - -"And that's about all we will see of 'em," put in Havens. "They're -scary critters. Big horns the same way." - -Cautiously, the four climbed on. A magnificent panorama was before -them--of valley and rugged mountains, of dark timber and rocks, all -in sunshine save where the shadow of some floating cloud dotted the -landscape. - -The sun was now hanging just above a high peak, and within a short time -the shade would creep through the valley, the rosy glow fade from the -opposite mountains and the dense forests become sombre and gloomy. - -Dave Brandon thought of this, and proposed returning, but the others -were anxious to reach the highest point. - -"Come on, Chubby," protested Bob. "Don't talk that way until we have -balanced ourselves on the peak." - -"Clouds coming up again, fellows," broke in Dick. "Gee, but aren't they -far below us?" - -"Wish they would spread all around," said Bob. - -"By jingo, it looks as if a fellow could walk on them without falling -through, doesn't it, Chub?" remarked Dick. - -"Yes--makes it feel safe up here. Sort of holds us in." - -"Funny to be looking down upon a pile of clouds," observed Bob, -reflectively. - -In ten minutes, the slowly-moving clouds had again cleared almost -entirely away, and the boys, as they slipped and scrambled around a -huge snow-bank, came across a view which brought them to a sudden halt. - -"Jiminy crickets!" cried Bob, with arm outstretched; "look--Mountain -Lake!" - -"That's just what it is," said Dick, wonderingly. "Isn't it great, -though? Can see just the shape and everything. The two islands look -like a tiny little speck." - -"Wish we had the Lick telescope," was Dave Brandon's remark. "Might see -Sam and Tom on the porch or fishing in the lake. And think," he added, -in tones which spoke of a troubled soul, "of all the weary tramping -we've got to do before we see it again." - -"Freezing snowbirds, I can't do the standing act," chattered Dick. - -Their way, however, was soon barred by a narrow ledge which sloped -abruptly downward on either hand. - -"Never had any practice on tight ropes, and don't care to negotiate -it," announced Dave, firmly. - -"If you please, Chubby, we know you are right up in big words, but -you'd better save 'em for Professor Hopkins," said Bob, with a smile. - -"Very good," returned Dave; "but I am unalterably opposed to a -continuance of----" - -A series of groans stopped him. - -For a few moments they contemplated in silence the dazzling depths -below. Then Havens spoke up. - -"Better be moving, fellows," he said. "There are some pretty tough -places to get down, and we want to spend the night in the cave again." - -"That's so," said Bob, "and often it's worse than climbing." - -"Makes me tired to think of coming all this way, and then find that you -just can't reach the top," exclaimed Dick Travers. - -He looked longingly toward the summit, whereupon the other boys faced -about and began the homeward march. - -"Wouldn't do you any good to plead for it," said Dave. "I'm satisfied -with being this far out of the world." - -The descent, across sloping fields of snow, over slippery hillocks and -declivities, proved to be more difficult than they had anticipated. -Many anxious moments were spent at places where a slip or misstep might -have meant a terrible fall. - -When the timber line was reached, Havens' trail was soon found, and the -four plunged into the thick pine forest. - -"It's going to be blacker than pitch," remarked Dave, cheerily. - -"Who cares?" said Bob. "We won't get lost--that's sure." - -"And I wouldn't mind if we did," put in Dick, gloomily. "I can't get -over that camera." - -"Brighten up, old man--the worst is always ahead of us," laughed Dave. - -"Don't even whisper, fellows," said Bob, a moment later. "Our supper is -over there." - -"Where--where?" came a low chorus. - -"Don't you see a flock of birds in the open space beyond that old oak?" - -"Sure," said Dick, in a stage whisper. "We mustn't miss anything like -that." - -"And won't, either," asserted Havens. "Be careful now." - -Cautiously, the hunters spread out, and began to creep along, avoiding -obstructions almost as well as Hank Merwin could have done. Not a word -was spoken. - -Through every opening they eagerly peered, and saw the flock still -feeding, unconscious of danger. A little further, and four guns were -raised toward the glade. Then four reports echoed, almost in unison, -and almost instantly afterward the guns spoke in a more scattered -fashion, while a flock of ducks, with loud quacking, took wing and -disappeared amid the thick foliage. - -"Hurrah!" yelled Bob Somers. "I told you so. We'll have a dandy supper." - -Quickly they covered the ground which separated them from the glade, to -find three plump birds. - -"That's bully," cried Havens. - -"Um--um," said the "poet." He picked up a bird by the legs and held it -aloft. "Isn't that a daisy wood-duck?" he cried, admiringly. "Look at -the lovely color--it's the prettiest of all ducks." - -"Right you are, Chubby, but it will look even prettier when it gets -over the fire. Come ahead--it's growing dark fast." - -Already the light was beginning to fade from the sky, and before long -it would be difficult to find the trees which Havens had marked. - -"It means a torchlight procession pretty soon," remarked Dave, and -this prediction was soon verified. When night came, four flaring -pine-knots flashed a pathway through the forest, and caused many of its -inhabitants to dash madly for the nearest thickets. - -Strange sounds met their ears, the plaintive note of the whippoorwill, -the weird hooting of owls, and sometimes the cries of animals in the -distance. - -Every one of the group kept his eyes and ears open for signs of any -dangerous beasts which might be lurking in their path. - -Owing to Havens' forethought in "blazing" the trees at short intervals, -the trail was easily found, and the cave at last reached. - -"Oh, how glad I am to get here," said Dave. "Nice late supper we'll -have, though I'm 'most too tired to eat." - -"Isn't possible," said Dick. He lighted a fresh pine-knot, and -continued, "Let's take a look inside the hotel." - -"See if my bearskin's safe," drawled Dave. - -He propped his flaring torch between two stones and sank wearily down, -while Bob and Dick entered the cave. - -A moment later, Dick Travers poked his head outside the opening, -and, in a voice that trembled with excitement, made this startling -announcement: - -"Hello, Dave Brandon--it's gone!" - - - - - CHAPTER XX - - BOB'S WILDCAT - - -"Gone? It can't be!" gasped Dave. He rose slowly to his feet. "You're -joking, Dick." - -"Not a bit of it. Sure as you're bigger than a grasshopper, somebody's -swiped it, eh, Bob?" - -Bob nodded. - -"It's gone, Chubby--and who could have taken it?" - -"I told you, Dick Travers, that the worst is always ahead of us," -grumbled Dave. "I had a place selected for that rug--wouldn't have sold -it for any money." - -"Gee! Mighty hard luck, old man," commented Havens, sympathetically. "I -must take a look into this." - -He hastily entered the cave. - -The flaring pine torch revealed the fact that Old Ephraim's valuable -pelt had actually disappeared. - -"Not a blessed thing to give us a clue," said Dave, gloomily. "No -handkerchief, no bit of paper, conveniently torn, so as to fit another -piece later found on the culprit, no bit of cloth hanging to a bush, no -footprints, because it's all rock. That's the way it is in real life." -He heaved a sigh, and extended his hand toward Dick Travers. "Partners -in misfortune," he said, and the two shook hands. - -After one of the ducks had been dressed, Jim Havens took charge of it -and proceeded to make a record for speedy broiling. - -Appetites having been sharpened by the long tramp and bracing air, the -meal was thoroughly enjoyed. - -It was late before they turned in, and the sun had risen far above the -mountains when a breakfast of cold duck and coffee was disposed of. - -"Our time is about over," said Bob Somers, regretfully, as they -prepared to leave. "Sam and Tommy must have their chance." - -"We've had a bully trip," said Dick. "Glad that we're going to see old -Hank Merwin again." - -"And if we could only run across the fellow who took that bearskin, I'd -feel better," murmured Dave. - -"Don't think you'll ever lay eyes on it again," put in Havens, frankly. - -The hunters kept a sharp lookout for game, and encountered plenty of -the smaller variety. A pair of gray wolves, skulking among the pines, -hastily left for other parts when Dick Travers sent a load of buckshot -rattling over their heads. - -After lunch, beautiful Lake Cloud was sighted. About the same instant, -the four discovered several large white birds with long, graceful necks -swimming close in shore. - -"Sh--sh!" said Havens. - -"Sh--sh!" said all the rest in unison. - -"Swans," whispered Jim. - -"One of 'em might look well stuffed--a nice souvenir of our trip," put -in Bob. - -Bob, Dick and Jim crept cautiously ahead. Afraid that the birds might -take wing, they decided to risk a long-distance shot, although Dick -felt sure that his would be wasted. - -"Too far for buckshot," he whispered, "but never mind--here goes." - -He fired, and then Jim followed suit. Bob Somers, whose foot had caught -in a trailing vine, looked up in time to see three white forms rising -against the background of greenish mountains. Neither shot had taken -effect. - -"Well, well," muttered Havens, chagrined. "Hello!" - -Bob Somers had raised his gun instantly, and fired. Scarcely believing -his eyes, he saw the flight of the nearest bird checked. With -fluttering wings, it dropped in shallow water, close to an ancient -cypress tree. - -"Bully shot, Bob," cried Dick. "Simply stunning--well, what do you -think of that?" - -As they started to run forward, a yellowish-gray animal suddenly -appeared in view from behind a thicket, and, with a growl, sprang -boldly out and grappled the still struggling swan by the neck. - -"That's nerve for you," yelled Bob. "We'll teach the old robber a -lesson." - -"Be quick," panted Dick; "he'll get away." - -The wildcat speedily dragged the swan out of the water into the -thicket, and when the three boys arrived both were out of sight. - -"Doesn't that beat all?" cried Bob, disgustedly. - -"Hard luck, after making such a dandy shot," said Dick. "The rascal is -close by--we'll chase him out of the bushes. What are you going to do, -Bob?" - -"Climb the old cypress; I'll find out where he is." - -The thick trunk was gnarled, and, by the aid of a low branch, Bob -managed to reach a stout limb, bare of foliage. Sitting astride, he -worked his way carefully out over the thicket. - -A harsh, rasping cry broke the stillness. Almost directly beneath, in -a tiny clearing, was the robber, with one paw on the swan. His ears -were thrown back, while the yellow eyes glared savagely and his tail -switched back and forth. - -"I'll make short work of you, old chap," muttered Bob. - -He unslung his rifle. - -"Just one minute--all right, Dick, he's here. I'll----" - -An ominous sound suddenly rang out, the limb shivered and shook, while -Bob Somers glanced wildly around. A cry came from his lips. - -A crack in the limb had escaped his attention, and it was giving way -beneath his weight. His companions' startled exclamations joined in -with his own. - -"Get over--quick," yelled Dick Travers, in dismay. - -But, with another sharp crack, the limb broke in twain, and Bob Somers -shot downward. - -An awful screech came from the wildcat. - -"He'll be torn to pieces," cried Havens. - -"Jehoshaphat! This is terrible," gasped Dave Brandon. - -In an instant Bob landed in the midst of a mass of underbrush and -tangled vines. His fall was broken by these, and he managed to hold on -to his rifle. - -The wildcat crouched and emitted another blood-curdling screech; Bob -strove to regain his feet. Then, as he got on one knee, a lithe form -launched itself in the air. - -It was a critical moment. Bob's arms trembled; he had no time to bring -the rifle to his shoulder, but managed to blindly point it upward and -pull the trigger. The cat dropped heavily in the bushes and lay quite -still. - -The bullet had pierced its brain. - -For an instant, Bob Somers could scarcely realize his good fortune. -Then, as his excited companions pushed their way toward him, he uttered -a cry of triumph. - -"I've got him, Chubby," he cried, "and with one shot, too. And never -aimed, either--what do you think of that?" - -"Hurt?" came a chorus of excited voices. - -"Not a bit of it. Scratched up a bit by these plagued vines--that's -all. And the swan's most as good as ever. Hurrah! Got two souvenirs, -instead of one." - -"Gee whitaker, but I was scared," said Dick Travers. "Thought sure -you'd be nearly chewed to pieces." - -"You hold the record now, Somers--two bully shots," broke in Havens. -"But say--as you don't need any help, excuse me from pushing any -further into this mess." - -"You're a lucky chap," came from Dave. "Mighty good your first shot -settled him." - -Bob found it very hard to extricate himself from the thick mass of -underbrush and creepers. He touched the wildcat gingerly with his toe, -then stooped over and examined the wicked-looking head. - -"You're an awful monster," he exclaimed. "Here, Chubby--catch a few -pounds of wildcat." - -He picked up the animal, and with a hard effort managed to land it near -the edge of the thicket; then the swan followed. - -By the time Bob got out of his unpleasant position, he was badly -scratched up. - -The swan was not seriously damaged, although the marks of the wildcat's -teeth showed plainly on its neck. - -"Fellows," said Bob, proudly, "I'll have both of these stuffed--make a -group of 'em--see if I don't." - -"Good," approved Dave. "This counts as another little adventure which -is going to cause Sam and Tommy to open their eyes." - -Hank Merwin was not at his cabin when the four arrived. But about -sundown his lanky form appeared in view. Over his shoulder he carried a -well-filled game-bag. - -"Hello, Hank!" called Jim. - -"Arternoon, lads," responded the trapper, quietly. "Back ag'in, eh?" -He glanced at the wildcat and swan. "Not bad, lads. The horns is fixed -fine; I'll show ye." - -He opened the door, and the boys followed him into the cabin. - -In one corner stood the great moose antlers, nicely cleaned and -prepared. Dick Travers' eyes sparkled with pleasure. - -"I'm ever so much obliged, Hank," he cried, seizing the trapper's -brawny hand. "Isn't it great to have things like that to show the -fellows at Kingswood, eh, Chubby?" - -"Got a lot of pelts, Hank?" questioned Jim. - -"Not a bad haul, lad. Mink, an' otter, an' beaver, an' a fox. But I -reckon you lads 'ud like a bit of grub." - -"We'll give you a hand, Hank," said Bob. "Come on, Dick--help get a -fire started." - -Hank had a treat, in shape of several trout, and these, cooked between -hot stones, were declared delicious. - -The boys had a great deal to talk about. Hank listened gravely, making -but little comment, until Dave spoke about the bearskin. - -"Stole, eh?" he exclaimed, blowing a cloud of smoke in the air. "Tough -luck, lad. Only a pesky snake 'ud do a thing like that." - -The firelight brought out the wrinkles and seams on his rugged face, -and for an instant his kindly eye flashed sternly. - -"A bad business, lads," he continued. "A bad business." Then he gazed -at the smoke rings again, apparently in deep thought. - -Early next morning, Hank prepared the wildcat's skin, as well as that -of the swan, and, loaded with these and the moose antlers, the boys -bade him good-bye. - -"Look out fur yerselves, lads," he said. "Perhaps I may run acrost ye -ag'in." - -"Certainly hope so, Hank," declared Dick. "I'll never forget you or -that jacklight trip. Three cheers for Hank Merwin!" - -And the lusty shouts that followed made a faint smile play across the -impassive face of the trapper. - -The moose antlers had been firmly attached to stout poles, each carried -by two boys. With such a heavy load, progress was slow. - -That night they camped on the mountainside, and at noon the following -day reached the dugout. - -An unpleasant surprise awaited them--the honey was gone. - -"A bear's been here," declared Havens. "The old brute busted in the -door to get it." - -"And I've been thinking about that honey for the last three days," said -Dave, dolefully. - - - - - CHAPTER XXI - - DAVE PAINTS A PICTURE - - -The Ramblers had been back two days. Bob and his companions were deeply -shocked to hear about Howard Fenton, and went immediately to the Resort -House, to express their sympathy to his father, but Mr. Fenton had left -the village. - -The boys found plenty to talk about. Sam Randall and Tommy Clifton -listened eagerly to the story of their chums' experiences in the -mountains, while Bob and his companions were interested to hear about -mysterious Neil Prescott and the strange bonfire which often burned on -the heights of Promontory Island. - -"Nobody knows a thing about him, either," remarked Sam, as they sat -around the porch, early one morning. "When Tom and I take our trip to -the mountains, you chaps ought to do a bit of detective work." - -"Guess he's only some old crank," said Bob, "not worth bothering -about." - -"He's sharp enough, eh, Tommy?" - -Clifton nodded. - -"You bet," he said. "Whenever we start to quizzing, he always says, -'Now, youngsters, I'll spin a little yarn.' He's great at it, too." - -"Couldn't beat Hank Merwin," said Dick. - -"Huh--you haven't heard Neil Prescott." - -"And you haven't heard Hank." - -"Fellows," interrupted Bob, "let's get away from this porch. Suppose we -take a jaunt somewhere?" - -The captain arose, and picked up his gun. "Saw some ducks yesterday," -he went on. "Might get a crack at 'em." - -"And I'm going to make a sketch," declared Dave. - -Dick Travers accompanied him inside and walked to the drawing-room, -while the other went up-stairs for his painting materials. - -The "official photographer's" eyes glowed with pride, as his gaze -rested upon a pair of moose antlers. - -"And to think I brought him down," he muttered, for about the fiftieth -time. "Gee!" and he straightened himself up with a thrill of pride. - -"Say, what are you doing in there?" called Tommy Clifton, suddenly -appearing in the doorway. - -"Did you see my handkerchief laying around anywhere?" stammered Dick. - -"No! But I see those horns," gurgled Tommy, with a sly wink. - -"That will do, Tommy. If you practice a bit, maybe you'll bring down -something, too. Hello--I hear Tom Sanders' sweet voice outside." - -Dave Brandon came down-stairs at this moment, with his paint box, -easel, canvas and a huge white umbrella. - -"Look at the fat peddler," snickered Clifton, as they walked out on the -porch. - -Tom Sanders was greatly interested. - -"What a rig!" he said, loudly. "Say, are you goin' to make a paintin'?" - -"Yep." - -"Bartlett's pond is awful purty." - -"Then let's make a bee-line for it." - -"That your dog, Sanders?" asked Dave, presently. - -He pointed to a large, scrawny animal which was squatting on the ground -close by. Its color was a dull yellow; of all the dogs they had seen -in Mountain Village this was quite the ugliest. - -"Ain't you never seen Tige afore?" asked Sanders, in surprise. "He's a -bully dorg, he is--say! I'll lay me cap down, an' if any of you fellers -kin git away with it, it's yours." - -This liberal offer was politely declined. - -"He ain't afear'd of nuthin'," went on Sanders. "That dorg couldn't be -bought fur five dollars. Oncet a feller offered me fifty cents, but I -says 'no.'" - -"Well, we won't tempt you to part with him," laughed Bob. - -As he approached, the animal raised his head slightly, and showed a row -of gleaming teeth. - -"He's got a disposition like 'Surly Joe's,'" said Dick, with a grin. - -A few minutes later, the six boys crossed the baseball diamond, and -were soon on the road. - -Bartlett's pond was about two miles from Rickham House, on the edge of -a fringe of woods, charmingly framed in by the distant mountains. - -"Ah, this is great," murmured Dave, presently. "Ought to make a dandy -sketch." - -To the left, a clump of trees overhung the pond, while in the -foreground an ancient flat-bottomed boat lay partly submerged, with -reeds and tall grass growing all around. - -A canvas was placed on the easel, and then Dave began to set his -palette, surrounded by an interested group. - -"Ain't them purty colors fur ye?" said Sanders. - -"It's the mixing that would bother me," put in Tom Clifton, -confidentially. - -At last Dave was ready. - -"What's yer a-puttin' on that awful mug fur?" demanded Sanders. "D'ye -feel sick?" - -"Sick?" echoed the artist. - -"Sure! Mebbe the smell of paint ain't good. There was Phil Levins' -dad--started ter paint his barn, an' was took somphin' awful." - -Sanders looked mildly astonished when his hearers roared with laughter. - -"Bang--there it goes," said Sam, as Dave started to sketch in the -general lines with charcoal. - -"Ah!" said Bob, when the first dab of color struck the canvas. - -And Dave squinted his eyes and sighed, and contracted his brows, as the -surface was gradually covered. - -"Don't look like nothin' ter me," said Sanders, frankly, his face -within two feet of the canvas. "'Tain't smooth." - -"If," said Dave, calmly, "that paint gets on your nose, Sanders, don't -blame me." - -Half an hour later, Bob Somers observed, "Looks great--doesn't it, -boys?" - -"Dave, you're a wonder," added Sam. - -"Don't look like nothin' ter me," repeated Sanders. "What's the use of -doin' it?" - -"Thus is genius always unappreciated," smiled Dave. "Some day, Sanders, -when you hear a big noise, rolling like distant thunder, you'll know -it's my fame reaching Mountain Village." - -A low growl came from Tige at this moment. A boy and a large dog were -approaching. The dog soon led. It was larger than Tige, shaggy, and -wore an expression which indicated that timidity was not a part of its -nature. - -Trouble was brewing, and it came sooner than expected. - -The newcomer wasted no time in preliminaries. The moment he saw Tige he -sprang for him. - -All but Dave Brandon retreated--he didn't have time. - -Smack! The animals backed up against the easel, sending it flying. - -Bang! The canvas smote Dave Brandon on the nose, his stool tilted, and -over he went backward, while his palette dropped squarely on Tige's -back. The big umbrella, after gracefully sailing through the air, -landed a few feet away. - -As Dave picked himself up, he was not pleased to find that operations -continued with great activity close around him. Each dog let out a -series of howls, barks, whines and grunts; each got knocked down, and -each knocked the other down, while eight legs waved wildly in all -directions. - -"Whee!" cried Dave, as one after the other bumped into him. "It's time -they had a lesson in manners." - -He seized his rest stick, and raised it aloft, aiming toward the spot -where the mixture of dog seemed thickest. - -About one second later, a howl such as rarely issued from a canine -throat disturbed the atmosphere, and one dog was seen rapidly backing -away. Then the rest stick hit the other dog in the back, and the noise -in that immediate vicinity was considerably augmented. - -"Don't hit my poor dorg ag'in!" screamed Sanders, rushing forward. - -But Dave had not intended his blows to land. They served, however, to -keep the two howling canines from renewing their fights, and by that -time the owner of the visiting dog had come running up, hatless, and -out of breath. - -"W-w-what d-d-do you m-ean?" he stammered, taking a position between -Dave's stick and his own pet. - -"What does the dog mean?" demanded Dave, facetiously, again. - -"I guess he was just sparring for points," laughed the newcomer, -perceiving that Dave was disposed to view the situation in a humorous -light. - -At this moment several hearty peals of laughter rang out. - -"Awful sorry, old man," snickered Bob, "but I can't help it. Maybe Tige -isn't a beautiful sight, and your face--wow!" - -"Funniest thing I ever saw," gasped Dick. - -The artist was calmly wiping his forehead and cheeks, thereby spreading -the color. - -As for the owner of the dog which had caused all the trouble, he now -seized the animal by the collar, and bending forward looked at Dave -with a scared expression. - -"I'm awful sorry," he said. "I----" - -"Might have known your old brute would raise the mischief, Ben -Henderson," growled Sanders, aiming a kick at Tige which sent the sadly -bedaubed animal scurrying away. - -"Honest--it wasn't my fault," pleaded the boy. "I'm awful sorry." - -"It's all right, son," put in Dave. - -"Nip's kind of out of humor to-day, and----" - -"'Nip'? That's a mighty queer name." - -"Yes, sir! We have another dog named Tuck, so it's Nip and Tuck." - -"Thank goodness Tuck didn't come along," said Dave, as he picked up -the easel and set his sketch in place. - -"Awful glad your paintin' wasn't spoiled," said the boy. "It's bully. -You're a regular artist, ain't you?" - -At this remark a very wide smile played over the stout boy's features. - -"I draw pictures, too," stammered Ben. - -"You do?" said Dave, with interest. "See here, Ben, do you tend sheep?" - -"Sure," answered the boy, in surprise. "Why?" - -"Well, well," continued Dave, laughingly; "fellows, maybe we've -discovered another Giotto." - -"Giotto?" echoed Ben. "Who's he?" - -"Oh, an Italian artist who lived several hundred years ago," explained -Dave. "While tending sheep, he used to draw, and afterward he became -famous." - -"I've drawn pictures, too, while the sheep were grazing," said Ben, -eagerly. - -"Suffering catfish, how like the other Gee Otto," put in Tommy Clifton. - -"I'll draw you a picture now. Oh, you needn't laugh, Tom Sanders." - -Ben seized the sketch-book which Dave held out, and began to work. - -"Good boy! You've got the stuff all right," exclaimed the stout boy. - -Young Henderson looked pleased. - -"Isn't this like my father's house, Sanders?" he asked, holding up the -sketch, and Tom admitted that it was. - -"Wish Professor Mead could see it," murmured Dave. "If you want me to -give you a few pointers, come over to Rickham." - -Ben was delighted. - -"You bet I'll come over," he said, with sparkling eyes. - -"Then I must order a pair of spectacles," said Dave, solemnly, "and -cultivate a severe frown and deep voice, and if you don't become a -second Giotto, it won't be my fault." - - - - - CHAPTER XXII - - CHASING "LITTLE BILL" - - -Ben Henderson lost no time in taking advantage of Dave Brandon's kind -offer; in fact, the very next morning he appeared at the Rickham House, -happy and expectant. - -Ben proved an apt pupil, and Dave enjoyed his new rôle as a professor. - -One morning, just after breakfast, Dick Travers poked his head -out-of-doors. - -"May have to stick inside all day," he grumbled. "Clouds are dark and -the wind is pretty brisk--it's going to rain." - -"Well, it isn't raining now," called out Dave from the dining-room. -"Let's ramble around for an hour or two, anyway." - -"Right you are, Chubby," agreed Bob. "I'm going to take my gun. Might -knock over a couple of hares." - -In a few minutes, the boys were crossing the field, headed for a fringe -of woods. - -As they were about to enter, Dick Travers happened to turn his head. -He stopped abruptly, and uttered an exclamation. - -"What's the matter, Dick?" asked Bob. - -"Some fellows going out on our wharf," was the answer. - -"I'll bet it's 'Little Bill' after the 'Spray' again," cried Tom, -excitedly. - -"Let's watch 'em a bit," counseled Bob. - -"Now's the time to put a stop to their funny business," said Bob. "Come -ahead, fellows. Guess Mr. Bill Dugan won't take the boat out to-day." - -"He has awful nerve," said Dick, angrily. - -"Perhaps he won't have so much when the Ramblers get through with him." - -The boys, fully aroused, broke into a run, and presently recognized -"Little Bill." But Dugan and his companion, busily engaged in casting -off the ropes, did not look around until the indignant boys were almost -upon the wharf. - -"Hey there, Bill Dugan," yelled Bob; "get away from that boat!" - -"Well, I declare--if that isn't 'Surly Joe' with him," panted Dick. -"Crickets, but this is a surprise!" - -Both the trapper and "Little Bill" wheeled sharply around at Bob's -command. Dugan's face flushed; he was evidently disconcerted and no -doubt felt like taking to his heels, but "Surly Joe's" unamiable -countenance glared defiance. - -"Don't pay no attention to 'em, Bill," snarled the latter. "They hain't -got no more sense than ter skeer away a hull flock of the finest ducks -you ever see. Jump in, an'----" - -"Don't do anything of the sort, Dugan," commanded Bob, firmly. "You -have no right to touch that boat!" - -"What's the reason I hain't?" cried "Little Bill," with a show of -courage. "Old Barton says ter me--he says, 'Bill, if ever----'" - -"Don't chin with 'em all day, but jump in," interrupted "Surly Joe," -angrily. "Didn't you say that you an' me could have a little sail? You -ain't skeered of them young kids, I hope, Bill Dugan?" - -"You don't know how to sail a boat, anyway," cried Bob. "We won't stand -any nonsense now." - -"Jist listen at him--wal, did I ever hear the beat of it? If that ain't -impertinence fur ye," growled Joe Tomlin. "He's insulted, ye, Bill -Dugan--that's what he's done. Do you stand fur sich talk as that?" - -"No, I don't!" yelled Dugan, fiercely. - -His right hand shot out; he seized Bob Somers' rifle, and wrested it -from his grasp. - -"Jump in, Joe," he cried. "Here goes!" - -He leaped aboard the "Spray," and "Surly Joe" instantly followed. The -boat had been straining and tugging, with but one rope left to hold -her, and this Joe Tomlin instantly cast off. - -The boys were entirely unprepared for such sudden action, and their -indignation was thoroughly aroused as the "Spray" slowly drifted away -from the wharf, and "Surly Joe" was seen hauling up the sail. - -"I'll teach yer not ter be gittin' gay with me," cried Dugan. "When yer -apologizes, ye gits back yer old shootin' iron, an' not before. I'll -show you--an' that fat elephant, too." - -"After them in the 'Speedy,' fellows," cried Bob. - -"That's the idea!" yelled Dick. - -But the boys, in their excitement and hurry, proceeded to prove the -truth of the old saying, "The more haste, the less speed." Nothing -went right. Tommy Clifton fell down and bumped his nose; the ropes were -stubborn--one of them got wedged in a crack on the wharf, and Bob, -impatient at the delay, cut it loose. - -"Pile aboard, fellows!" he cried. - -A strong wind was blowing, and the "Spray," headed for Promontory -Island, had a good start. - -"Crickets! We'll have to go some to catch up with 'em," cried Bob. -"Give me a hand with the sail, Dick--that's it. Keep her steady, Sam." - -"What's the program?" asked Dave, calmly. - -"Board the 'Spray,' if necessary. When Dugan and 'Surly Joe' find we -mean business, they'll back down." - -"Maybe they won't, Bob," put in Tommy Clifton, nervously. - -"You might as well give it up," came floating over the air. "Little -Bill," in the stern, was waving Bob Somers' rifle tauntingly. - -"If you know what's best for yourself you'll come about," shouted Bob. - -"Is that elephant holding yer back?" sneered Dugan, and "Surly Joe's" -harsh laugh reached their ears. - -"Jiminy, the wind's kicking up awful big waves," said Tommy Clifton a -few minutes later. "Might be better to get back." - -"No siree, Tommy. It's now or never. We're not so easy as all that." - -"We must get that gun, even if they lead us a chase around the two -islands," put in Sam, emphatically. - -Heavy, rolling clouds shut from view the surrounding mountains; drops -of rain began to fall, and every moment the "Speedy" buried her nose in -the white-capped waves, while flying spray soaked the occupants. - -The quantity of water pouring over the gunwale assumed such proportions -that Dick and Bob Somers began bailing. - -Hemlock and Promontory Islands soon loomed up clearly, the latter grim -and majestic in the gray light. - -"Great sport, this," cried Dave. "We're gaining fast, Bob. Mind -yourself, Sam. This boat's a bit too narrow for stormy weather. There -goes the 'Spray' into the passageway." - -As the wind blew stronger and the angry, hissing water broke against -the boat with great force, Tom Clifton's fears increased. He kept -looking at the shore, and each time the "Speedy" heeled far over felt a -shiver run through him. - -"Look out, Sam," he shouted, as a particularly violent gust bore down -upon them. "Look out! Jiminy, we'll be over in a minute." - -But the "Speedy" bravely righted herself, and struggled ahead. - -This was repeated so many times that the boys began to think they were -experiencing the worst that was in store for them, and that after all -there was no real danger. - -"Fine sport--fine," said Dave Brandon, at length. "Just fierce enough -to be enjoyable." - -"Right you are," added Sam, emphatically. - -As the steersman was about to change his course, a sudden and -unexpected lurch tore the tiller from his grasp and sent him crashing -against the gunwale. The sail began to thrash and bang violently in the -wind, and cries of alarm instantly arose. - -"Drop the sail!" yelled Bob, struggling to Sam's assistance. - -The "Speedy" careened far over; before Dave Brandon and Dick Travers -could master the flapping canvas, the boom swung swiftly across. Tommy -Clifton tried to duck, but too late. His horrified chums saw him swept -backward into the choppy water. - -It had happened so quickly that not a move could be made to aid him. - -But Tommy's yell of terror had scarcely ceased, when Dick Travers threw -off his coat and shoes, and, without an instant's hesitation, dived -overboard. - -As he rose to the surface, bravely battling against wind and -foam-crested waves, he clearly felt the grip of the treacherous current. - -Tommy Clifton's head bobbed up close by, and, swimming hand over hand, -Dick made straight for him. - -"Keep up, Tommy, old boy," he managed to gasp. - -But the terror-stricken lad did not seem to hear. He grasped wildly at -his rescuer, who, however, knew enough to keep clear. - -At a favorable moment he seized Tommy by the hair and by a quick move -turned him on his back. So far, he had been buoyed up by the hope that -the "Speedy" would immediately tack to their assistance, and, hampered -by his clothes, he strove merely to keep afloat. - -The force of the wind and waves dashing in his face almost took his -breath away; his muscles ached, but he held on to white-faced Tommy -Clifton with a grip which could not be broken. - -"Why don't they come?" he murmured. Then he managed to turn, and, with -a great effort, glance over the crests of the gray, storm-swept waves. - -"Great Scott!" - -An icy chill swept through him. Instead of the "Speedy" being close at -hand and coming to their assistance, the instantaneous glance showed -him a boat bottom up, with several figures clinging to it. - - - - - CHAPTER XXIII - - CANYON RIVER - - -The accident had thrown the Ramblers into such consternation that for -an instant all seemed incapable of action. - -But the seriousness of their situation demanded immediate attention. -The "Speedy" had already passed the passageway, and each moment the -current of Canyon River and the wind were dragging it nearer the -dreaded gorge. - -Bob Somers was the first to arouse himself. The yell of Tommy Clifton -seemed to be still ringing in his ears. He grasped the tiller. - -"Ease over the sheet, Dave," he shouted. "We're coming about on the -starboard tack--quick!" - -But the instant's delay had been fatal. Before the boat could respond -to her helm, another furious blast sent her heeling over. This time, -the tapering mast met the water; the boys shot out in all directions; -then the "Speedy" turned bottom up, and, as if rejoicing at another -victim, the current raced her swiftly along. - -When they rose to the surface, the Ramblers, with one accord, struck -out for the boat; each felt that to stem the force of wind and water -was impossible. Numerous rocks studded the channel a bit further down, -and their only hope seemed to lie in reaching one of these. At any -rate, they had already gone so far that no effort at swimming could -have saved them from the turbulent water below. - -Clinging to the hull, they could only glance at each other with white -faces--faces which reflected the terror that gripped their hearts. - -By this time, dark, rolling clouds had blotted out the mountain tops, -and seemed to be on the point of pouring earthward a flood of rain. -Nature was, indeed, in a wild and threatening mood. - -And now an ominous roar rose above the sound of wind and waves. Already -the upturned boat was sweeping past the lower end of Promontory Island. - -The cliffs lashed with perpetual foam were near at hand. - -Like one in a dream, Sam Randall saw flashing into view the white -rocks upon which he had stood only a short time before. Then, almost -instantly, torn like the others from their hold on the "Speedy," he was -battling for life in a seething vortex. - -Exhausted by the pounding and almost blinded, he struggled desperately -to keep his head above water and reach one of the rocks. But a short -distance separated him from a haven of safety. He kept his eye fixed on -a form over which the water pounded and lashed. A few feet more, and -his hand would reach it. - -At last, with the agony of despair, Sam Randall grasped hold of the -projecting point. His fingers closed tightly around it, and for an -instant it looked as if success would crown his effort. - -Then he was torn away. - -A deafening roar rang in his ears; he seemed to be fairly lifted above -the madly swirling water, then forced beneath, and when, gasping and -choking, he rose to the surface, it was within the gloomy gorge, with -nothing but rocky walls on either hand. - -Yes, Bob and Dave were there, too. - -The current was now smooth and even, and the three, notwithstanding -their exhausted condition, found little difficulty in keeping to the -surface. The "Speedy" could be seen not far ahead. - -Bob Somers felt a strange calmness steal over him; the first crushing -shock had gone, and even when, a few minutes later, a steady murmur -rose above the gurgle of the lapping water, it did not seem to increase -his agitation. - -The cataract was not far ahead. - -The sound rapidly increased in volume, a steady droning, musical and -solemn. - -The swimmers shot around a jutting crag; then Bob Somers felt like -uttering a shout. Hope swept away the unnatural calmness, and renewed -his strength. - -The river widened out; on the left side a green field, dotted with -trees, sloped gently to the water's edge. - -"Let's try to land there," cried Bob, and the boys struck out in that -direction. The current was swift, and they realized that an instant's -delay would result in their being swept down to the falls. Already more -than half the green shore was behind them, when Bob Somers won his -battle. He grasped an overhanging tree and pulled himself up on the -bank. Then, a bit further along, Dave Brandon crawled up on a shelving -rock, and lastly, Sam Randall. - -Exhausted, the three lay perfectly still, their hearts filled with -thankfulness at their wonderful escape. Bob Somers was the first -to rise, and, in a moment, the others joined him. They were three -strange-looking boys, pale-faced, with wet, bedraggled clothing that -stuck tightly to their forms. - -"We had a narrow escape, fellows," exclaimed Sam Randall, with a -shiver. "I never expected to get out of it." - -"One adventure like this would last a fellow a lifetime," murmured -Dave. "We ought to thank our stars. I'll never forget how I felt when -we were in that gorge," and Dave shuddered. - -"Nor I," said Bob. "If we only knew what happened to poor Tommy and -Dick." - -"Travers is a good swimmer; the current doesn't run very strong there, -and they were close to Hemlock Island." - -Dave's cheering words brightened the others considerably. - -"Listen to the roar of that cataract," put in Sam. "It can't be far -off--sounds like a whopper." - -"Suppose this valley had been on the other side of the falls, instead -of this," said Dave, reflectively. - -"Don't, Chubby," and Bob shivered. "Poor old 'Speedy,' she's smashed to -bits, now--nice news for Uncle Barton. Maybe he won't have a few things -to say to Dugan." - -"Fellows," said Sam, suddenly, "how are we going to get out of this -place? We may be in a fine pickle after all--let's explore a bit." - -The valley seemed circular, and less than a quarter of a mile across. -Trees and all sorts of vegetation grew in the richest profusion. Above, -the cliffs were enveloped in the low, scudding clouds, and occasionally -big drops of rain spattered about them. - -The three came to a halt at the end of the valley. The rocky walls -rose sheer from the water again, and all hope of escape in that -direction was cut off. A little below them, on the other side of the -river, they could see another green shore, but its extent could not be -determined on account of the cliff which jutted in front. - -"Might have been better if we'd landed there," said Dave, reflectively. -"Look at that spur extending out into the stream." - -"Maybe," admitted Bob. "Suppose we explore the rest of the valley." - -At the end of half an hour, the boys looked at each other in dismay. -Every nook and corner of the border line had been inspected, and a -disheartening fact was forced upon them--the valley had no outlet. - -"Bob, we're bottled up," said Sam, gloomily. - -"An awful fix," murmured the captain, with sinking heart. - -Dave glanced upward. - -"Might as well think of trying to climb the sides of a house, Chubby," -said Sam, despairingly. "Hang it--what's to be done?" - -"Have lunch," answered the "poet." He pointed toward a mass of -blackberry bushes. "Better than nothing," he added. - -The others thought so, too, and began an onslaught which lasted until -their hunger was considerably appeased. Then, despite a drizzly rain, -they wandered back to the river, and ran up and down the banks to keep -warm. The top of Promontory Island could be faintly seen between the -canyon walls. - -"If we only had some matches, it might be worth while to build a fire," -remarked Sam. "Old Neil Prescott would be sure to see it." - -"But Bill Dugan said that no one could ascend the river from below," -declared Bob. - -"And no one's coming the way we did. What can be done, Dave?" - -"Eat blackberries, and hope," counseled the "poet," and, as Sam made an -impatient gesture, he added, "Until to-morrow, at least." - -"And to-morrow?" said Sam. - -But his question remained unanswered. - -Soon they sought shelter under a thick clump of trees. - -"Seems a pity that such a beautiful little place should be hidden," -remarked the "poet," thoughtfully. "Remember the poem, - - "'Full many a flower is born to blush unseen - And waste its sweetness on the desert air'?" - -But neither Bob nor Sam could view the situation as cheerfully as their -companion, and remained moodily silent. - -Never could the boys remember so tiresome a wait as they had beneath -the trees that afternoon. The minutes seemed to drag out interminably. -It was late when the rain stopped, and they continued their -exploration, in a vain hope that some way out of their dilemma might be -discovered. - -"No use," said Sam, wearily. "We are in an awful pickle." - -Dave Brandon and his chums nodded. - -Toward dusk the clouds began to clear away, and when night came, -twinkling stars peeped between the flying masses. But it was a black, -gloomy night; the wind rustled the tree-tops mournfully, and the -monotonous roar of the cataract sounded louder than ever. - - - - - CHAPTER XXIV - - "YOU SAVED MY LIFE!" - - -The sight of the overturned boat seemed to take all the strength from -sturdy Dick Travers' frame. The full realization of his own and Tommy -Clifton's peril was swallowed up for an instant in the thought of the -terrible danger which menaced his chums. For the next few moments he -simply drifted along on the current. - -But fast failing strength, the helpless condition of Tommy Clifton, and -the hiss and splash of the water all around soon aroused him to a sense -of present duty. - -"Help, help!" he cried, hoping that perhaps "Little Bill" and "Surly -Joe" might be within hearing. - -He was just abreast of the narrow entrance to the passageway at the -foot of Hemlock Island. - -Presently Dick Travers repeated the call; then he half closed his -eyes, and, with set mouth and contracted brow, renewed the battle. - -Suddenly a shout reached his ears. - -Dick Travers' heart bounded with hope. - -"Keep up--we'll be there in a jiffy," were the words that floated over -the air. - -Dick's senses were becoming benumbed; from which direction the sound -came he could not tell, but his plight had been discovered--that was -enough--and again came the encouraging cry, "Keep up!" - -He summoned all his fleeting strength, but it was not sufficient to -enable him to raise himself above the waste of gray water. - -Then a dark form suddenly appeared from the direction of Hemlock -Island, and he saw a boat headed straight toward them. - -Nearer, nearer it came; and now he could hear the steady click of oars. - -Again encouraging cries reached him. - -"Great Scott! Jim Havens and Phil Levins," was the thought that flashed -through Dick Travers' mind. - -Two oarsmen were rowing desperately, and, aided by the current, their -rowboat shot quickly ahead. As it loomed close above him, the figures -of the mountain boys vaguely reminded Dick of giants. - -A wave larger than the rest was bearing down upon him, and in a moment -he would be buried beneath its foaming crest. Once more he summoned his -strength--he knew it would be the final effort. - -Just as that terrifying line of white rose before his eyes, he felt -a strong hand grip his collar; he was conscious of seeing indistinct -forms before him, of hearing voices and of helping to lift Tom Clifton -out of the water--then a darkness obscured his vision. - -When he opened his eyes again, Jim Havens and Phil Levins were gazing -eagerly in his face. - -"He's all right," came from Havens. Then Dick saw that he was lying -amidst tall grasses, and that Tommy Clifton, with a dazed expression, -was sitting propped up against a rock. - -"My," he whispered; "that was a narrow escape. I----" - -"Quick--tell us how you got into the water," said Havens, excitedly. -"Where did your boat get to?" - -"Yes, tell us," chimed in Phil. - -"What's become of Bob Somers and the other boys?" asked Tom Clifton, in -a hoarse whisper. - -"Then you don't know?" Dick Travers shook his head sadly. "The 'Speedy' -and the whole crowd was carried into the gorge. Isn't it awful?" - -"I was afraid of that," cried Havens, in dismay. "Great Cæsar!" - -"Carried into the gorge of Canyon River?" gasped Phil Levins, -breathlessly; "it can't be possible! How do you know?" - -Dick Travers' voice faltered as he gave an account of their thrilling -experience, and when he had finished a silence fell upon the group. - -It was broken by Dick, who inquired, "How did you happen to see us?" - -"The 'Dart' is anchored in the passageway, behind that clump of trees," -Havens explained, in a low voice. "Phil and I came over to get a few -rabbits, and hadn't been ashore but a short time when 'Little Bill' and -'Surly Joe' came along in the 'Spray.' 'Little Bill' asked us what we -thought of his 'private yacht,' and both Phil and I felt sure he'd run -off with it, as he did before. - -"Well, we were loafing around, when all of a sudden your shout for help -nearly startled the life out of us." - -"And it's a mighty lucky thing I borrowed Grimshaw's boat this morning -and we towed it over," added Phil Levins. "Don't believe the clumsy old -'Dart' would ever have reached you in time." - -"Dick!" exclaimed Tom, abruptly, "you saved my life!" - -"And Havens and Levins saved us both," said Dick, warmly. "But, oh, -isn't it awful about our fellows? I'll never get over it--never!" - -"What's to be done, Dick?" - -"Don't know, I'm sure," and Dick struggled to repress the emotions -which surged within him. - -The sky grew darker; the trees soughed mournfully in the breeze, and -the dreary aspect of nature was in accord with their feelings. Gloomily -they sat around, with no consoling thoughts to cheer them. - -"Don't you think there's a chance for Bob and the others?" ventured -pale-faced Tommy Clifton. - -"You know how it was with Howard Fenton," answered Dick. "This is a -fine ending to our trip." - - - - - CHAPTER XXV - - "HELLO, BOB SOMERS!" - - -It seemed to the boys in the canyon as if the night would never end. -At intervals, they dozed, but their slumber, disturbed by distressing -thoughts, was not refreshing. - -Bob Somers, in his wakeful moments, felt the strangeness and danger of -the situation with full force. How out of the world he felt, hemmed in -between those great walls; how was it going to end? He cudgeled his -brain in vain, and occasionally rose and walked to the edge of the -river, where he tried to pierce the gloom that enshrouded them. - -At dawn, a chilling air was sweeping through the canyon. The narrow -slit of sky seen between the towering heights was of a palish green. A -rosy cloud floated slowly across, and a lone hawk winged its way, high -up. They mechanically watched the bird approach, pass overhead, and -disappear. - -Bob Somers drew a long breath, as he glanced aloft. - -"Don't believe I ever saw anything look so high," he said. - -"Let's go for our breakfast," suggested Dave. - -"Blackberries," said Bob, with a sniff of disgust. "I hate -blackberries--shape, smell, taste--everything. Don't believe I shall -ever eat another." - -"And I don't believe we shall ever eat anything else," observed Sam, -gloomily. - -"Cheer up, fellows! While there's blackberries, there's hope," -put in Dave, with a faint smile. "After breakfast, we'll hold a -council--something must be done." - -With difficulty, the three managed to swallow the berries, and then -drink a quantity of water, as Bob said, to "take the taste out of their -mouths." - -By this time, the sunlight was slanting across the tops of the -mountains. - -Sam Randall seated himself on a rock, the picture of gloom and -dejection. - -"Now what's what?" he asked. - -"We can't climb the cliff," answered Dave. "Do you think----" He -hesitated. - -"Think what, Chubby?" - -"That it would be too risky to swim for the other shore?" - -Bob and Sam looked at the current and listened to the roar of the -cataract. The thought of again trusting themselves to the mercy of such -waters made them shiver. - -"The current is much swifter over there," said Sam, "and if we missed -that point of rock----" An expressive gesture finished the sentence. - -"Guess the searching parties are out for us now," observed Bob Somers. - -"Even if they discover where we are, how in the dickens could they help -us?" demanded Sam. - -"You have me there. But I want to take a day off from that river. I'll -chance it with the two of you to-morrow." - -"Good," said the "poet." "We won't give up till we have to. I wouldn't -mind it half so much if we had anything to eat besides----" - -But Bob cut him short. "Don't say it, Chubby," he remarked dolefully. -"I'm trying to forget 'em." - -"And I can't," added Sam. - -The hours dragged wearily by. Sometimes they lolled on the ground, -watching the high clouds floating slowly across, then wandered around -in search of food. - -"Blackberry Valley--nothing else here," sighed Bob. - -As long as daylight lasted and the glow of the afternoon sun gilded the -clouds, they kept up their courage, but the approach of night filled -them with dread. It grew dark very soon within the rocky confines, and -the barren gray walls wore a cheerless aspect. - -The three hungry and worried boys were again obliged to partake of the -much despised fruit, after which they returned, as before, to the river. - -Sleep, in spite of their weariness, seemed out of the question. The -stars came out against the darkening sky, and shone brilliantly. - -"Oh, how I hate the nights in Blackberry Valley," groaned Bob. - -"No more than I," said Sam. "Maybe this is all a dream." - -"You mean a nightmare." - -Moodily, they sat around; conversation lagged; an hour dragged slowly -by. Then Bob Somers, who had been gazing dejectedly through half-closed -eyes, started up. - -"Look, fellows--look!" he cried, excitedly. - -"Where--where? What is it?" asked Dave. - -"A light--don't you see? Straight ahead." - -"Jiminy crickets! As I live, it's Neil Prescott's bonfire, on -Promontory Island," gasped Sam. "Gee, but that's good to see." - -"Wish we knew what in the world he's up to," said Bob. - -"Thought you might find out when Tommy and I went to the mountains," -replied Sam, gloomily. - -With intense interest they watched the speck of light. At intervals, it -almost disappeared, then shone forth again, and finally burned steadily -like a beacon against the dark sky. - -"Mighty strange," murmured Bob. - -"There's some reason for it," put in Dave. "As sure as you live, it's a -signal." - -"But to whom?" - -"Gee! I don't know. It's a mystery I'd give a lot to solve." - -The Ramblers kept their eyes eagerly glued to the one link which still -bound them to civilization, and breathed a sigh of regret as it began -to slowly fade from view. At length but a tiny glimmer remained, and -finally night blotted this out. - -"It's gone," breathed Sam. "Old Neil Prescott is a jolly good -fellow, and--great Scott--say! Am I awake or dreaming? Pinch me, -somebody--quick!--What's that?" - -Sam excitedly raised his voice to a shout, and sprang to his feet, -while the others, with wild exclamations, followed. - -"What in the world is it?" cried Bob Somers. - -A light was springing into view on the opposite shore, apparently on -the jutting point. - -With throbbing hearts, the three watched it grow. For a moment, not -a word was spoken. It seemed so unreal, so extraordinary, that they -almost doubted their eyes. - -"A fire, down here in the gorge!" gasped Bob Somers. "It doesn't seem -possible." - -"A fire!" echoed Sam, in amazement. - -"By all that's wonderful!" murmured the "poet." - -Yes--flames were growing larger, curling and twisting; a ruddy light -was spreading around--it meant that they were not alone in the terrible -gorge. - -The restoration from despair to hope sent such a wave of thankfulness -into the minds of each that they felt like dancing with joy. Then their -united voices rose in a volume of sound which echoed and reëchoed -throughout the narrow confines with startling clearness. - -They paused, and waited anxiously. - -For an instant, there was no response. Then, "Hello, hello! Who are -you?" came a voice, the tones of which seemed to indicate the greatest -amazement. - -Saved--saved! What a blessed thought! - -"Hurrah!" yelled Bob. - -"Who are you?" repeated the speaker across the river. - -His voice had a strangely familiar sound. - -"It can't be possible," said Bob, excitedly. "I wonder if--but no----" -He stopped, and peered eagerly toward the fire, which, flaring up, -revealed two figures. - -"I'm Bob Somers!" he shouted. "Dave Brandon and Sam Randall are with -me. Who are you?" - -This announcement was followed by another pause. Then came an amazing -response. - -"Hello, Bob Somers--I'm Howard Fenton." - - - - - CHAPTER XXVI - - ACROSS THE CURRENT - - -"Howard Fenton--I thought it was his voice," gasped Bob. "Great Scott!" - -"Howard Fenton!" exclaimed Dave, while Sam Randall uttered a joyous -shout, ejaculating, "It's the strangest thing I ever heard of." - -"And the finest," declared Bob, enthusiastically. "Chubby, I can -scarcely believe it's true." - -"Nor I," declared the delighted Dave. - -Volleys of questions were hurled back and forth, but the noise of the -waterfall made conversation difficult, and it was decided to postpone -explanations until the following morning. - -They learned one thing, however--Howard Fenton was not hemmed in as -they were, and he was not alone. - -What a difference a few minutes had made. When the tumult of emotions -had subsided, the boys talked and laughed until weariness could no -longer be denied. - -Hunger was forgotten, and they slept until the rosy glow of early -morning was tingeing the clouds. Faces were washed in the clear water, -and they felt somewhat better. - -This had scarcely been finished, when a cheery shout greeted their -ears. Howard Fenton and his companion had appeared in view. The latter -carried a long rope. - -"I said, Dave, that I'd take a chance with you this morning, and try -for the other side," said Bob. "It's good-bye to Blackberry Valley, -now. Hello, Howard!" he shouted. - -Fenton again waved his hand, and shouted, "Are you ready to come over?" - -"Yes!" - -"Listen! It's a dangerous swim, unless you're feeling pretty husky. It -wouldn't do to take any chances." - -"We'd starve over here--nothing else for us to do, Howard." - -"The cataract is about a quarter of a mile below," went on -Fenton. "If you should miss the ledge where we had the fire last -night--well--nothing can save you. But when you get near enough, we'll -throw a line. Grab it and hang on for all you are worth." - -Fenton tried to speak lightly, but his tones showed a suppressed -agitation which the boys did not fail to notice. - -"Well," said Sam, in an undertone, gritting his teeth and glancing at -the gurgling water, "we aren't out of the woods yet." - -"We'll be in 'em sure enough when we strike the water," observed Dave, -with a faint smile. - -"I'll go first," announced Bob, "and the best place to start from is -the upper end of the valley." Then, raising his voice, he yelled, "Are -you ready, Howard? Got your rope?" - -Quickly, the three walked to the most favorable point on the beach. - -"Good-bye, fellows, I'll see you on the other side." - -It was a moment that none of the little group would ever forget. Dave -Brandon and Sam Randall gripped the captain's hand. - -"Keep a stiff upper lip, Bob, old man," whispered the "poet." - -Bob Somers drew a long breath. It took all the courage he possessed to -deliberately launch himself into Canyon River, but he waved his hand -to the others, and took the plunge. - -In an instant he was buffeting the powerful current. Again he saw the -gray walls flying swiftly by; again the water lapped and splashed -around him and murmured and sang. - -The swimmer kept his eyes fixed on the opposite cliff and its rugged -outline rising from the ledge where Howard Fenton and his companion -awaited him. Already he was approaching it; the boom of the falls -suddenly seemed to grow louder. - -"Here comes the rope--look out for it!" he heard a voice cry. - -Bravely battling, Bob Somers caught a momentary glimpse of the lariat -hurtling through the air. With a hiss, it fell a few feet in front--the -one thing which stood between him and the dreaded cataract. - -But the throw had been well-timed, and the captain, with his nerves set -to the keenest tension, grasped the line just as it was beginning to -sink. - -Desperately, he clung to it. - -[Illustration: DESPERATELY, HE CLUNG TO IT.] - -"We'll have you ashore in a moment, Bob," called Howard Fenton; "hang -on to it." - -Dave and Dick's yell of exultation followed--Bob Somers was safe at -last. - -A slight pull on the rope swerved him sufficiently from his course, -and he swung in directly toward the ledge; then, a few seconds later, -willing hands dragged him ashore, where he lay panting and exhausted. - -"My stars, but I am thankful for this!" exclaimed Fenton, fervently. - -"A good swim," said his companion, with an approving nod. - -The first thing Bob Somers did upon rising was to shake his rescuers -warmly by the hand. - -"Well, Howard," he gasped, "this is a mighty strange meeting." - -"You bet it is, old man," exclaimed the New York boy. "But say, Bob, -I guess you'd better not do much talking till you get a bite to eat. -Ready, eh?" - -"For a mile of anything but blackberries," smiled Bob. - -"Out in the wilds, I was forgetting my parlor manners--Bob, this is -Stuart Wells." - -The two again shook hands. - -"And now," laughed Wells, "those other castaways are getting -impatient. Who's that yelling?" - -"Sam Randall," said Bob. "Hi, hi!" he shouted. "Ready, eh? Come ahead!" - -Stuart Wells stood calmly, with lariat in hand. He watched Sam Randall -spring into the water, and at the critical moment again sent the rope -in a graceful curve through the air. - -Bob Somers drew a breath of relief when he saw his chum seize it. - -No sooner had Sam been assisted to a place of safety on the ledge than -Dave Brandon followed his example, and the good-natured "poet" soon -joined the group. - -It was a happy reunion, but even in their thankfulness the Ramblers -could not forget the clamoring of nature. - -"I'm burning up with curiosity to hear about everything, Howard," said -Bob, "but----" - -"Not a word till we pilot you to Canyon restaurant," laughed the other. -"All meals out in the open." - -"Um--um--lead us to it right away," cried the dripping Dave. - -Howard led the way around a thick clump of trees, and they saw, close -to the bluff, a well-built lean-to. Picks, shovels and other tools -were scattered about, while just to one side was a great pile of broken -stones. - -Soon the hungry boys were engaged in disposing of cold rabbit, -crackers, cheese and hot coffee, and before this pleasant occupation -was brought to an end, Bob Somers briefly acquainted Fenton and Stuart -Wells with the facts. - -"Well, well!" exclaimed Fenton, when he had finished, "'Little Bill' -responsible, eh? He's the cheekiest young rascal I ever met. Mighty -lucky Wells and I happened to be here, eh? I tell you I was never more -surprised in my life than when I heard you shout last night." - -"You must have been," admitted Bob. "Now, Howard, for goodness' sake, -tell us all about it." - -"Yes! We can't wait a minute longer," put in Sam, impatiently. - -"Well, it was this way," began Howard, settling himself comfortably on -a log. "The 'Dauntless' was pretty close to the passageway, when, all -of a sudden, I found that something was wrong with the rudder. The -wind was pretty fresh that day--remember, Sam? Well, I didn't take in -the sheet right away, as I should have done, but went to work to find -out what was the trouble. Close by, I saw a floating log." - -"Bumped in to it, eh?" asked Sam. - -"I had come about on a tack, and think the rudder must have struck it -squarely, for I found that it was broken loose and wouldn't respond to -the tiller. It was some minutes before I realized that it was damaged -beyond repair. - -"All the while, the wind and current were taking me toward the gorge -and I soon discovered what a serious blunder I'd made. Down came the -sail in a jiffy--but too late. I'll never forget how I felt when the -'Dauntless' made straight for the entrance to the river." - -Fenton lowered his voice and shivered. - -"Awful," murmured Bob. - -"Tommy and I saw you," cried Sam. - -"I didn't see anything but that terrible gorge," continued Howard. "The -'Dauntless' wobbled and twisted, and nearly keeled over when we passed -White Rocks. Whew!--'fearful' is about the word that hits it. The boat -shot into the canyon and I gave up hope." - -"We know what sensations you had," exclaimed Bob Somers. "Don't see how -they could be worse." - -"As luck would have it, the 'Dauntless' was so close to the opposite -cliffs when the first valley was reached that I was afraid to risk a -swim. So I stayed where I was, and it turned out to be a mighty good -thing that I did. The boat hit that jutting point over there, and I -didn't lose any time in getting off." - -"How about the 'Dauntless'?" questioned Sam. - -"She swung around, started off again, and went over the fall." - -"Must be a big one," commented Dave. - -"A crackerjack," said Howard. "We'll go down and see it, after a while." - -"Keep on with your story," urged Sam. - -"Needn't tell you how thankful I was for getting on solid ground -again," went on Fenton. "When my nerves stopped shaking I looked about, -and found----" - -"Blackberries?" said Bob. - -"Yes," laughed the other, "and, I might as well tell you, traces of -silver in the rocks." - -"Of silver?" echoed the boys, in surprise. - -"Yes, sir! I've studied a bit on those subjects. Told you I was going -to take a course in college--remember, Bob? Well, it didn't take long -for me to be satisfied that there was plenty of it, too." - -"Gee!" said Sam. - -"Mighty interesting," murmured Bob, while Dave stood straight up and -stared at the rocks. - -Fenton resumed: - -"But, fellows, it wasn't very long before I forgot all about -silver--thought I was bottled up for sure." - -"And how did you get out at last?" questioned Sam, eagerly. - -"I'm coming to that. Talk about being scared--I had to stay all night -in the blooming valley. Early next morning I began to hunt around for -a place to climb out, and, at length, found one that wasn't so bad. It -took a long time to get to the top of the cliff, and once near got an -awful shock." - -"How?" asked Sam, with interest. - -"Came to a wide ledge, with a big, round pile of rock above--it looked -like my finish; I couldn't see any way around it." - -"Gee!" said Sam again. - -"Had a pretty hard time of it," remarked Bob, sympathetically. - -"But I was desperate--thought that the ledge was wide enough to catch -me, if I fell--and so kept right on. Luckily, there were enough -irregularities to afford a foothold." - -"Guess you were glad when you reached the top?" said Dave. - -"You bet I was; and exhausted, too." - -"What did you do after that?" asked Dave. - -"Started right off. I had a compass and a pretty fair idea of the -direction. I blazed a trail--believe that's what you call it--so as to -know the place again." - -"How?" queried Sam. - -"With a big jack-knife. In about two hours I came across some -loggers. By that time I was so played out with hunger and excitement -that I collapsed completely--don't believe I could have gone a step -further, Bob. Of course I was an object of curiosity, but they were a -good-hearted lot, and gave me all I wanted to eat. Beans, bacon and -coffee tasted good, I can tell you. Well, it was simply great." - -"Guess it fixed you up all right," said Bob. - -"No, it didn't. I was so stiff and sore and had such a headache that it -was a bunk for me the whole of that day and most of the next. One of -the men, Jake Lawson, took a letter to the railroad station. Of course, -it was to my father, and in it I told him that if he cared anything -about a pile of silver it might be well to keep the whole thing quiet -for a while." - -"Then you didn't tell the loggers what had happened to you?" exclaimed -Bob, in great astonishment. - -"No--they thought I had merely wandered off and become lost in the -woods." - -"How did your father manage to find the place?" - -"Oh, Jake Lawson met him at the station and piloted him through the -woods. I tell you, he was glad to see me alive and well, for by that -time I was all right again." - -"I'll bet he was," commented Dave. - -"My tale about the silver impressed him very much, and he thought it -worth while to investigate fully. He did two things right away--sent -for a mining expert," Fenton paused and waved his hand toward Stuart -Wells, "then for one of his trusted old watchmen, Neil Prescott." - -"Ah, ha! Now we're coming to something," exclaimed Sam, with interest. -"We know Neil Prescott, all right." - -Howard smiled. - -"Father only consented to my returning to the valley on condition that -I would keep in constant communication with Neil, and----" - -"Bully!" interjected Sam. - -"Never attempt that climb unless it was absolutely necessary. As -for going up and down, carrying provisions and making an indefinite -stay--well, he wouldn't hear of it." - -"Don't wonder a bit," said Sam. - -"Anyway, we hit upon a splendid scheme. I happened to remember that -log hut on Promontory and suggested that Neil might fix it up and stay -there a while." - -"Well, well--also, did you ever!" cried Bob. - -"I got up a code of signals; and another dandy thing was the way Neil -managed to----" - -"Now I see the whole thing," put in Sam, with a grin. "He floated down -your provisions. Aha! That explains all his mysterious doings--now we -know why your father happened out on the lake that night." - -"Yes! You've learned the whole story," laughed Fenton. - -"Mighty interesting," observed Dave Brandon. "And the silver?" - -"It's going to pan out well," said the mining expert. "I guess Howard's -discovery will add a few dollars to his father's pocket-book." - -"I hope so," put in Fenton. "Of course the pater and Wells here knew -how to go about things, and we have our claim fully protected. Probably -a company will be formed in a short time, and the three of us may be -out here a good deal, later on. Wells has plans already made for a -hoist up the cliff, and a road from there won't be hard to make." - -"I'm jolly glad to hear of your good luck, Howard," said Bob, his eyes -sparkling. - -"Count me in on that," added Dave, warmly. - -"And Sam Randall is as much pleased as anybody," exclaimed the owner of -that name. - -"Enjoy it down here, all bottled up?" asked Bob Somers. - -"Oh, yes--of course--but not until I found that the cork was out." - -Howard smiled faintly, while several of his hearers laughed, and the -former then added, "We were going to let you know as soon as possible -that I was very much alive. Pater said it was a downright shame not to -tell you fellows right away. Honestly, it was my fault--but it's all -right, isn't it, eh?" - -"All right, old man," said Bob, and they shook hands all around. - - - - - CHAPTER XXVII - - UP THE CLIFFS - - -After lunch, the Ramblers accompanied Fenton to "Mystery Falls," as -they termed the cataract. To reach it, they had to pass around a ledge -of rock into a third valley. - -"My!" observed Sam, striving to make his voice heard above the roar and -his face paling a little, "isn't it awful to think of what----" - -"Don't think of it, Sam," interrupted Dave, with a laugh, "but enjoy -the scene." - -And all agreed that it was a spectacle well worth seeing. The water of -Canyon River, in the shadow of the great walls, roared and thundered, -as it dashed with mighty force over the brink, to madly froth and -seethe and bubble and swirl away two hundred feet below. - -All felt a tremor when they thought of the fate of the "Dauntless" and -"Speedy" and the awful plunge which each boat must have taken. - -It was a long time before the boys could tear themselves away from the -fascinating spectacle. Naturally, they were anxious to return to the -village. Now that their own dangers were past, they felt so terribly -worried about Dick Travers and Tommy Clifton that any real enjoyment -was out of the question. - -Howard Fenton agreed to accompany them to Mountain Village on the -following day. - -That night, he again exchanged signals with Neil Prescott, the boys -being deeply interested spectators of the proceeding. - -The eventful morning arrived, and the four set out early, leaving -Stuart Wells at the camp. - -Fenton led the way toward a gully and began scrambling up the side. - -"Jiminy crickets!" exclaimed Bob. "Work ahead, Chubby." - -And Dave's only reply was a long drawn-out groan. - -A bit further up, a patch of scrubby firs and bushes stood out sharply -against their gray surroundings, and above that there was nothing but -barren rock. - -From ledge to ledge, the four made their way. Fortunately, footholds on -the steep, sloping sides were numerous, otherwise their task would have -been almost impossible. - -"Whew--hot work," panted Dave. - -"But we're getting up, Chubby," said Bob. "The river begins to look -like a creek." - -They stood on a shelving rock, with somewhat the feeling that an -explorer experiences when gazing upon a newly-discovered land for the -first time. - -"Mighty few people have seen this," quoth Dave. "Pretty little valley, -Fenton." - -"Yes it is, Dave." - -"And there's Wells--looks just like an ant. Can't you hear his voice -plainly? Wonderful how sounds carry in a place like this." - -Stuart had seen them, and was giving a parting salutation. - -Up, up, slipping, sliding and scrambling; now on hands and knees, -then drawing themselves almost by main force over rugged rocks, they -progressed slowly toward the top. - -Each was, of course, provided with a heavy stick, or "alpen-stock," as -Dave called it, and these proved very useful. - -At length, the toilsome climb was nearly over. They had reached the -rounded projection of which Howard had spoken. It rose from a wide -ledge, and looked so dangerous that the Ramblers' respect for the city -boy's prowess was greatly increased. - -"Nice job ahead of us," grumbled Sam. "My stars!" - -"You fellows get up and throw me a rope," said Dave. "I shall recommend -this for an air-ship station. My! A fellow needs wings to get around -anything like that." - -"Guess you understand why I felt stumped," laughed Fenton. "But wait -till you see it from the top." - -"Don't wonder Silver Valley hasn't many visitors," sighed Bob. "I feel -like calling for help." - -After a long rest, Howard Fenton started ahead, while the others -watched. It was hard, toilsome work, but, at length, they saw him drag -himself laboriously over the top, and disappear from view. Then a shout -of approval went up. - -"Here comes a rope, fellows," announced Fenton, a few minutes later. - -It dangled downward over the smooth rock. - -"I've fastened it up here, all right." - -Howard poked his face over the barrier, and peered down. "Come ahead, -Chubby," he called. "Don't depend too much on the rope." - -The stout boy, with an alarming series of sighs and groans, obeyed. - -At last all stood safely on the top, and agreed with Howard that no one -who did not know the lay of the land would care to venture down. - -"Howard, you have a pile of courage," said Bob, and Fenton smiled at -the compliment. - -After another short stop, he piloted them into the forest, following -his blazed trail without difficulty. - -The logger's hut was soon reached. Jake Lawson proved to be a rough, -raw-boned mountaineer with an original manner of speech. He was -profoundly astonished at the arrival of the boys, and still more -astonished when he learned of their adventure in the canyon. - -"Wal, wal," he exclaimed, elevating his shaggy eyebrows; "if this hyar -keeps up, they'll be a-sendin' pleasure parties through the gorge, an' -takin' up tickets at t'other end." - -The four partook of a good, square meal of bacon and beans at the -cabin, and then resumed their march. - -Late in the afternoon, weary, dusty and footsore, they arrived at the -Resort House. - - - - - CHAPTER XXVIII - - ALL TOGETHER - - -Never before had Mountain Village experienced such a sensation. The -news of their arrival spread like lightning. All had been given up for -lost, their thrilling accident had been discussed and rediscussed, and -was still the principal topic of conversation. - -But the boys paid little attention to the questions hurled at them by -the excited people, until assured of the safety of Dick Travers and Tom -Clifton. They were rejoiced to hear of their rescue by Jim Havens and -Phil Levins. - -They also learned that "Little Bill" Dugan and "Surly Joe" Tomlin had -been arrested and taken to the town of Penton, some ten miles distant, -to await the action of the authorities. - -The Ramblers soon tore themselves away from their interested auditors, -and hurried toward Rickham House. - -On the porch they saw Dick Travers and Tommy Clifton, who stood for -an instant motionless, then, with loud shouts of joy, rushed down the -steps. - -Two sad, dejected-looking boys were suddenly transformed into the -happiest of mortals. They danced around, hugged their chums who had so -fortunately escaped the perils of Canyon River, and, altogether, acted -as if they had taken leave of their senses. - -Little Tommy Clifton, in his joy, actually broke down and began to cry, -but the others pretended to take no notice. - -"By all that's wonderful!" gasped Dick, wringing Bob's hand for the -tenth time, "somehow or other, I felt in my bones that it must come out -all right. And Fenton here, too? Great Cæsar, but I'm happy--hurrah, -hurrah!" and Dick began another wild jig. - -"This is the best thing that ever happened," laughed Tom Clifton, -excitedly. "Whoop la!" and he slapped Dave Brandon so energetically on -the back that the "poet" declared it was almost a case of assault and -battery. - -And just as they were about to step on the porch, another yell nearly -startled them out of their senses. - -Sam Bins, with wildly rolling eyes, stood at the doorway. - -"Good land--golly! Mr. Somers an' gemmen!" he cried. "Oh, dis chile can -hardly believe it. You hain't never been in dat awful gorge, nohow. It -was all a joke, eh?" and Sam's eyes rolled alarmingly. Then he began to -laugh, and go through the same kind of antics in which Dick and Tommy -had indulged a few moments before. - -"Not much joke about it, Sam Bins," said Bob, with a smile, "but come -out on the porch and hear the whole story. Hello--people coming, eh?" - -"Christopher, a regular mob," chimed in Sam Randall. "Guess we've made -some stir in Mountain Village." - -For that afternoon, the Resort House was deserted. All who habitually -settled affairs of state to their own satisfaction, discussed crops -and weather, and speculated about new arrivals, betook themselves to -Rickham. - -Even old Sile Stringer had hobbled over, when Bob Somers began to -graphically relate the story of their trip. Many gasps of astonishment -came from his listeners, as he told of first one thrilling experience -and then another. - -"I always know'd a feller could git through that gorge," quavered old -Sile; "always--said so many a time." - -Howard Fenton finally had a chance to speak of his own adventures, and -it was dark when the last of their visitors departed. - -In this happy way was ended an experience which none of the boys would -ever forget. And there were a couple of others, too, who were likely to -remember the part they had taken in it. - -"Little Bill" and "Surly Joe" were a badly frightened pair. Fairly -stunned by the catastrophe, and fearful of the consequences of their -act, they passed several very unpleasant days. - -Their astonishment and relief were, therefore, unbounded at the good -news, and soon after came the welcome intelligence that the Ramblers -would not press any charges against them. - -Even gratitude had a part in the make-up of "Little Bill" and "Surly -Joe." When the boys next saw them, they looked very different from the -bold spirits who had so defiantly sailed away on the "Spray." - -"Surly Joe" in particular seemed ill at ease, and a worried look had -replaced the scowl which usually rested upon his countenance. - -After having, in his awkward fashion, thanked the boys, he motioned Bob -to one side. - -"Pardner," he began, in a husky whisper, "I've got somphin' partic'lar -ter say." - -"All right, Joe," said Bob. "Fire away." - -The trapper scratched his head, looked down on the ground, and -hesitated. - -"Fact is, pardner, I 'most hates ter tell ye," he said, "but speakin' -frankly--meanin' no offense, yer understands,--I--I----" - -"Go ahead, Joe," encouraged Bob. - -"Wal, I didn't like you fellers--kinder struck me as bein' a bit too -perky, an' when you scares them ducks away, an' that leetle feller -hollers--wal, pardner, I ain't got the best disposition in the world, -an' it riled me more'n I was able ter stand." - -"That's all right, Joe. You didn't know us," laughed Bob. - -"'Tain't all right, pardner--not by a long shot, it ain't." - -"Surly Joe" paused, his eyes shifting uneasily. - -"Wal, I may as well out with it," he said, desperately. "You fellers -killed a b'ar?" - -"Sure we did," cried Bob, in surprise. "How did you know?" - -"'Cause I seen yer a-luggin' ther hide in the cave," was the surprising -answer. - -"Well, well," said Bob. "This is a surprise, all right. Where in the -dickens were you, Joe?" - -"Pretty close by, pardner. But that ain't all--honest, pardner, I hates -ter tell yer. I says, says I, 'A hard workin' trapper needs the b'ar's -pelt more'n a parcel of sassy young snipes; an' they ain't treated me -right, nuther; an'--wal, I ups and takes it. Thar, it's out now," and -Joe wiped his perspiring face, and shifted uneasily from one foot to -the other. - -"Jiminy crickets--another surprise," murmured Bob. - -"I never done nuthin' like it afore," confessed the unhappy Joe. - -"And if you never do again, Joe, it's all right," said Bob. "Maybe Dave -Brandon won't be glad to hear about this." - -"As sure as me name's Joe Tomlin, I'll fetch it to yer; an'--an'--say, -pardner, is it all right?" - -"Sure thing," cried Bob. "Hello, Dave!" - -"Oh, ho, but I am glad!" exclaimed the latter, when he had heard the -news. "It's simply great! I know just where I'm going to put that rug, -Bob. Sure, it's all right," and he slapped the trapper good-naturedly -on the back. - -For once, Joe Tomlin's face wore a pleased expression, and when he -turned away, Dave murmured, sotto voce, "No longer 'Surly Joe,' but -happy Tomlin." - -A few days later Dave Brandon was in possession of Old Ephraim's pelt. - -After Sam Randall and Tom Clifton, accompanied by Jim Havens, had -paid their visit to the mountains, and returned to tell of wonderful -exploits, a grand dinner was given in the old Rickham House. The guests -were Howard Fenton, his father, Stuart Wells, Jim Havens, Hank Merwin -and Neil Prescott. - -Sam Bins, in honor of the occasion, did himself proud, as Dick Travers -expressed it. After the meal the trapper and Neil Prescott told -several stories; Bob Somers sang a popular song, while Dave Brandon, -after a great deal of urging, delivered a recitation. - -It was Dick Travers, however, who provided the sensation of the -evening. The day before, he had received a package from Portland, but -jealously guarded its contents. Now they were exposed to view. - -Delighted exclamations came from all. The official photographer's -snap-shots had turned out remarkably well. - -First in interest was that woodland tragedy, the buck fight. One -animal had sunk to its knees in the water, while over him stood his -antagonist, with lowered head. - -"Truly extraordinary, Dick," said Mr. Fenton. "Allow me to congratulate -you. Such a rare picture ought to make a sensation." - -"Perfectly bully," cried Sam Randall, enthusiastically. - -Next in interest was Old Ephraim in the rôle of a fisherman, while the -third showed the group with Hank Merwin in front of the dugout. It was -a proud and happy night for the "official photographer." - -Hank Merwin's delight knew no bounds when three nicely mounted prints -were placed in his hands. - -At Mr. Fenton's special request Dick also made him a similar present. - -"I suppose," said the gentleman, smilingly, "that I am at liberty to do -what I please with these pictures, and if I decide to present them to -any one, I may say that it is in your behalf?" - -"Yes, indeed," answered Dick, wondering at the request. - -One afternoon, while they were sitting on the porch of the Resort House -"Big Bill" Dugan's "rattleboard" and a cloud of dust appeared in view. -In a few minutes the coach came to a stop, and the stage-driver climbed -down. - -"Hope there's some letters for us," said Bob. "Got much mail, Dugan?" - -"Ain't it easy ter wait an' see?" growled Bill, as he flung the bag on -the counter. - -"One for Somers," said the postmaster, presently; "you too, Travers." - -Dick glanced at his curiously. - -"Wonder what the dickens this can be, fellows?" he said, as he saw -on the outside of the envelope the name of a famous natural history -museum in the East. - -"One way to find out is to open it," suggested Dave. - -Dick did so, and spread out a formidable-looking letter. - -"Great Scott! Look at this, fellows," he cried. - -His interested chums read the following: - - "_Mountain Village, Oregon._ - - "MR. RICHARD TRAVERS: - - "_Dear Sir_:--Some days ago we received from Mr. George Fenton, in - your behalf, two photographs taken by you in the mountains of - Oregon. - - "The Natural History Society wishes to express its appreciation of - your gift, and to say that, as far as we know, the picture of - fighting bucks stands unrivaled. - - "Enlargements of both prints have been made and are hung in a - prominent place, with your name attached. - - "Should you at any time come East, the society would be glad to - have you pay them a visit." - -"Great Scott! What do you think of that?" gasped the delighted Dick. - -"It's simply immense," cried Bob, enthusiastically. "Fellows, three -cheers for Mr. Fenton and the official photographer of the Rambler -Club!" And they were given with a will. - -And Mr. "Big Bill" Dugan, about ready to crack his long whip, was heard -to remark, "Huh! 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CRISPIN SHEPPARD</h2> - -<p>AUTHOR OF<br /> -"THE RAMBLER CLUB AFLOAT"<br /> -"THE RAMBLER CLUB'S WINTER CAMP" -ETC.</p> - -<p>THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY<br /> -PHILADELPHIA<br /> -MCMX</p> - -<p>COPYRIGHT<br /> -1910 BY<br /> -THE PENN<br /> -PUBLISHING<br /> -COMPANY</p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2>Introduction</h2> - - -<p>In pursuance of his intention to write stories full of lively, -wholesome adventure for boys, the author presents "The Rambler Club in -the Mountains," following "The Rambler Club Afloat," and "The Rambler -Club's Winter Camp."</p> - -<p>The five boys leave their home in Wisconsin and journey to the -far-away state of Oregon. There, in the mountain wilderness, among the -haunts of big game, they meet with plenty of exciting adventures; and -Dick Travers, the "official photographer," succeeds in making some -remarkable snap-shots.</p> - -<p>"Little Bill" Dugan and "Surly Joe" Tomlin, who are harboring fancied -grievances, unintentionally bring the boys into great peril. Their -thrilling experience, however, enables them to solve the mystery in the -fate of Howard Fenton, who has been carried through the gorge of Canyon -River.</p> - -<p>The Ramblers find all their courage and endurance called into play, -but prove again that they are made of the right stuff.</p> - -<p>In spite of all they have gone through, the boys have not lost their -love for roughing it, and they look forward with pleasure to other -adventures with rifle and rod, some of which are recounted in "The -Rambler Club on Circle T Ranch."</p> - -<p class="ph1">W. CRISPIN SHEPPARD.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>Contents</h2> - -<table summary="contents"> - -<tr><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_I"> UP TO THE LAKE</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_II"> HOWARD FENTON</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_III"> ON THE "DAUNTLESS"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV"> THE ISLAND CAMP</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_V"> OUT IN THE STORM</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI"> THE NATIONAL GAME</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII"> FUR, FIN, AND FEATHER</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII"> THE INTRUDER</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">IX.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX"> AN EXCURSION</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">X.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_X"> HOWARD IN DANGER</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XI.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI"> "LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII"> DOWN THE GORGE</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XIII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII"> HANK MERWIN'S CABIN</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XIV.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV"> A BEACON LIGHT</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XV.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV"> DICK'S MOOSE</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XVI.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI"> TACKLING "OLD EPHRAIM"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XVII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII"> ON THE MOUNTAIN</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XVIII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII"> THE PRESCOTT PUZZLE</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XIX.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX"> ABOVE THE CLOUDS</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XX.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX"> BOB'S WILDCAT</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXI.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI"> DAVE PAINTS A PICTURE</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII"> CHASING "LITTLE BILL"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXIII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII"> CANYON RIVER</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXIV.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIV"> "YOU SAVED MY LIFE!"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXV.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXV"> "HELLO, BOB SOMERS!"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXVI.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI"> ACROSS THE CURRENT</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXVII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII"> UP THE CLIFFS</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="right">XXVIII.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII"> ALL TOGETHER</a></td></tr> -</table> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>Illustrations</h2> - -<table summary="illustrations"> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#illus1">A BOY STEPPED FORWARD</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#illus2">THEY LOUNGED AROUND A CHEERFUL BLAZE</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#illus3">"THE 'DAUNTLESS' IS IN THE GORGE"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#illus4">"HE'S DONE FOR"</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#illus5">DESPERATELY, HE CLUNG TO IT</a></td></tr> -</table> - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>The Rambler Club in the Mountains</h2> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</a></h2> - -<h3>UP TO THE LAKE</h3> - - -<p>"Well, boys, here we are at last!"</p> - -<p>Bob Somers, with a smile of satisfaction on his healthy, sunburned -face, uttered these words, as he stood, surrounded by his fellow -members of the Rambler Club, at a small railroad station in Oregon. -To their left, above a line of trees, columns of brownish smoke and -jets of dazzling white steam shot up, each moment changing position -and showing how fast the train from which they had just alighted was -speeding on its way over the iron rails.</p> - -<p>About them was a rich and fertile valley overlooked by a range of -rugged mountains, several of whose summits, crowned with snow, gleamed -brightly against the sky. It was a wild and beautiful prospect that met -the Ramblers' gaze, and their eyes sparkled.</p> - -<p>"Well, here we are at last!" repeated "Captain Bob," seating himself -upon a trunk. "What do you think of it, Chubby?"</p> - -<p>Stout, good-natured Dave Brandon, fanning his face vigorously, paused -for an instant, turned slowly around until his eyes had taken in the -entire scene, and then replied, "Simply grand, Bob. My, but won't I -make some great sketches!"</p> - -<p>"Chub—artist in chief," laughed Dick Travers, "also poet laureate. But -don't forget, fellows, that I'm the official photographer."</p> - -<p>"Dick's going to snap all the bears and wildcats before we shoot 'em," -grinned little Tom Clifton—"real exciting sport, that."</p> - -<p>"Oh, bother pictures and photographs," put in Sam Randall, scornfully. -"It's hunting and fishing I'm after. Why, you know Bob Somers' uncle -said——"</p> - -<p>"Oh, that's the fifteenth time you've told us already," interrupted Tom -Clifton. "Lots of grizzly and ginger bears in the mountains, and——"</p> - -<p>"Huh! Who ever heard of ginger bears?" laughed Sam.</p> - -<p>"Cinnamon, he means," put in Bob Somers, smilingly.</p> - -<p>"Cinnamon—that's it—knew it was like some kind of spice," said Tom, -with a wink. "But say, fellows," he added, glancing at the road, which -curved toward the mountains, "I wonder what's the matter with that -stage-coach. Hope it won't be a case of walk."</p> - -<p>"Walk!" The poet laureate, seated on a box, leaned his substantial -frame against the side of the station and groaned. "Don't you dare -suggest such an awful thing, Tom Clifton," he said, severely. "I feel -uncommonly tired—and hungry, too. Why, it's three hours since I had a -square meal."</p> - -<p>A gruff, hearty laugh rang out, as the station-master stepped from the -door.</p> - -<p>"You don't look, son, as if you needed another for a week," he -remarked, pleasantly. "Reckon you fellows are going to stay a spell, -jedging by the truck you've got." He waved his hand toward the baggage.</p> - -<p>Bob nodded. "How about the stage?" he inquired, anxiously.</p> - -<p>"Oh, 'Big Bill' ain't never on time," volunteered the station-master, -reassuringly; "that is, more'n once in about two months," he -connected; "but he'll be here all right—don't worry yourselves—there!"</p> - -<p>He stopped short, raised his arm, and the boys, following its direction -with their eyes, saw on a short stretch of yellow road a dark object -which had appeared in view from behind a ridge. It was far off and -apparently moving at a snail's pace.</p> - -<p>"'Big Bill,'" added the man, laconically.</p> - -<p>"Bill isn't hurting his horses," remarked Sam Randall. "Crickets, I -wish he would hurry."</p> - -<p>"Bound for Isaac Barton's place, ain't you?" inquired the -station-master, curiously. "'Big Bill' says, yisterday, as how some -party was a-going to have the place this summer."</p> - -<p>"Guessed it the first time," laughed Sam; "that is, if he ever gets us -there."</p> - -<p>Eager to reach their destination, time passed slowly indeed, and the -boys breathed a sigh of satisfaction when the stage-coach finally -resolved itself into definite shape, and the crack of the driver's whip -came over the still air.</p> - -<p>In the midst of a cloud of yellow dust, the coach, drawn by four dapple -grays, rattled briskly along.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, never was so glad to see anything in my life," observe Dave -Brandon, resuming a standing posture.</p> - -<p>To the accompaniment of many shouts, the driver skilfully swung his -horses around, the coach thundered up to the platform and stopped short.</p> - -<p>"Pretty well done, that," murmured Bob.</p> - -<p>"Mornin', Jed—mornin', gents!"</p> - -<p>The driver passed his lines over a convenient hook, surveyed the group -critically for a moment, then climbed slowly down from his lofty perch.</p> - -<p>In spite of his nickname, he was not a big man. A long, aquiline nose, -a pair of restless, gray eyes, and a complexion bronzed a deep brown -were his distinguishing features, and several of the boys also noted -that he wore an extremely sour expression.</p> - -<p>"Well, Bill Dugan," observed the station-master, pleasantly, "a regular -party here to-day, an' all of 'em bound for the old Rickham House."</p> - -<p>"I see 'em—my eyes is still good," grumbled Bill; "an' a sight of -truck to hoist on the old rattleboard, too. You chaps is goin' to stay -here all your lives, ain't yer?"</p> - -<p>"Big Bill's" glance rested on the stout form of Dave Brandon.</p> - -<p>"Oh, no, not so bad as that," laughed the poet laureate. "We'll give -you a hand in getting the stuff aboard."</p> - -<p>But the driver seemed to be in no particular hurry. He seated himself -on one of the boxes, leaned back and folded his arms.</p> - -<p>"Them nags has to take a rest," he announced, calmly. "Beats me, Jed, -why any one should want to come out here. Only wish I had 'nuff coin to -git away."</p> - -<p>The station-master laughed.</p> - -<p>"'Tain't the first time you've said so, Bill," he observed, dryly.</p> - -<p>"An' won't be the last, nuther. I ain't never had no chance. Jack -Bender went off to Portland, an' I hear tell he's makin' lots of money. -I'm smart as him, any day."</p> - -<p>"Big Bill's" restless eyes fixed themselves on the other's face, and, -as if expecting that his statement might be challenged, he paused.</p> - -<p>Then, as silence ensued, Bob Somers spoke up. "How long will it take us -to reach the village?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"If the old rattleboard don't git throw'd down the precipice, about -five hours."</p> - -<p>"What precipice?" asked Tom Clifton, with an uneasy look.</p> - -<p>"Over at Blinker's Pass—a clean drop of three hundred feet, 'most -straight as the walls of this here shanty, eh, Jed?"</p> - -<p>"Whew! Anything ever happen there?" asked Tom.</p> - -<p>"Four year ago next June, a hoss slipped, took over his mate, an' as -neat a trap as you ever laid yer eyes on was busted into a thousand -pieces."</p> - -<p>"Great Scott!" exclaimed Tom, breathlessly, "wasn't that awful! Driver -go over, too?"</p> - -<p>"Jest managed to jump an' save hisself."</p> - -<p>"Are your horses liable to stumble?" Tom's voice was slightly -tremulous, and he glanced sharply at the four dapple grays.</p> - -<p>"All hosses is," was the unsatisfactory reply, "but I cant be a-talkin' -here all day—give us a hand, Jed—no, we don't want no help." He -waved aside the boys, seized hold of a box, and, within a few minutes, -assisted by the station-master, had stowed away the baggage upon the -top of the vehicle.</p> - -<p>"Lucky we ain't got no other passengers to-day," he grumbled, as he -passed an enormous red handkerchief across his perspiring forehead. -"Fetch out the mail-bag, Jed, an' we'll git. Somebody can ride up with -me, if he wants to."</p> - -<p>"I will," said Bob Somers, quickly.</p> - -<p>In a jiffy, he had climbed up to the seat.</p> - -<p>"Awful selfish, I know, fellows," he said, smilingly, "and——"</p> - -<p>But his further speech was cut short by "Big Bill," who dropped heavily -beside him and picked up the lines.</p> - -<p>"Git up, there! Whoa—steady, boy, steady—so long, Jed." His long, -snake-like whip twisted and writhed through the air, cracking like a -volley of pistol-shots; the leaders plunged forward, and, in a moment, -a cloud of dust again arose, and the little station was veiled behind -the flying particles.</p> - -<p>The dapple grays, at an even trot, pounded over the yellow road, past -white farmhouses, green fields and orchards loaded with fruit, toward -the tree-covered mountains which loomed up straight ahead.</p> - -<p>"This is a dandy country," cried Bob Somers, enthusiastically. "Must -be all kinds of game out here. Say, are there many visitors at the -village?"</p> - -<p>"Ever since people got the idea that it was a good health resort, -we've had 'em—that is now an' then," responded the driver, skilfully -flipping the off-horse on the ear, "but I only wish I could git away."</p> - -<p>Bob smiled. "Any young fellows around?" he asked—"enough to make up a -baseball nine? It would be jolly good fun to have a game."</p> - -<p>"I ain't got no time for such foolishness," growled "Big Bill," -flipping the other horse with equal skill. "There's young fellers -around, of course. Did you ever see a place without 'em? An' I ain't -a-sayin' that they're all they should be, neither."</p> - -<p>"Some people from New York here, aren't there?"</p> - -<p>"How did you know?" queried Dugan, with a look of surprise.</p> - -<p>"Oh, my uncle told me something about 'em. Said they were good sort, -and all that."</p> - -<p>"Guess you're talkin' 'bout Fenton an' his son, Howard," responded -Dugan, frowning until the lines on either side of his nose had deepened -into ruts. "They're staying at the hotel. A good sort, you say? Well, -I haven't much use for 'em. Neither one never throw'd no coin in my -way. Whoa, you brute! If that little feller inside sees old 'Peggy' -a-stumblin' like that, he'll be scared enough to git out—an' walk."</p> - -<p>Dugan's sour expression relaxed, and he laughed loudly.</p> - -<p>The road led across a rolling valley, and Bob Somers drew an -involuntary breath of admiration as the ever-changing panorama opened -out before him. Rugged forms on the mountains gradually grew more -distinct, until the rocky sides of frowning precipices could be clearly -seen.</p> - -<p>"Pretty heavily timbered," observed Bob, with a glance aloft. "Great -Scott, that mountain we're coming to is a whopper, all right."</p> - -<p>"'Tain't nothin' to some," replied Dugan, "but I reckon when we git to -Blinkers Pass you'll want to climb inside—most of 'em does."</p> - -<p>"Not I," laughed Bob. "Only wish we were there now. Hello, Dave!" he -sang out.</p> - -<p>"Hello, Bob!" came a cheery response from within the coach.</p> - -<p>"What do you think of this for scenery—isn't it great?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho—best I ever saw. I'm getting inspirations every minute. Did -you ever see anything prettier than this?"</p> - -<p>As he spoke, the vehicle lumbered heavily over a bridge. Below, a -turbulent stream foamed its way in and out among rocks and boulders, -sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight. The trail led upward, and when -an hour had passed—an hour full of delight to the boys—they were in -the midst of a wild and unfrequented region. Here and there, leaves of -the maple and ash shone out against the darker pines and cedars, while -the dogwood in full bloom lightened the landscape with its cheerful -colors. Forest perfumes filled the air, and the notes of many woodland -songsters rose above the steady grind of the coach.</p> - -<p>"Perfectly su-perb—magnificent!" floated out of the window, and Bob -Somers chuckled as he listened to the delighted comments of his friends.</p> - -<p>It was a long, toilsome ascent. The road twisted and turned, now lost -in the dark, gloomy recesses of the mountain, then emerging into the -clear daylight, where views of the broad valley were obtained.</p> - -<p>"Crickets, but we are getting up in the air," called out Tom Clifton. -"How much further is it to that pass?"</p> - -<p>Dugan pulled up his panting horses. "A right smart ways, yet," he -answered, "but you'll know it when we get there, young 'un."</p> - -<p>At the next halting place, a magnificent view caused the Ramblers to -almost exhaust their vocabulary of admiring expressions. A veil of -bluish mist hung over the opposite mountain, while its snow-capped -summit, rising clear, shone out brilliantly against the sky. Far down -in the valley a silver torrent threaded its way among the rich masses -of vegetation.</p> - -<p>"Glorious!" cried Bob Somers, enthusiastically. "It certainly makes a -chap feel small. Know how high that mountain is, Mr. Dugan?"</p> - -<p>The driver snorted.</p> - -<p>"Bill—plain Bill's my name," he said, sourly. "Never had no tape -measure long enough to find out, but some says it's five thousand feet."</p> - -<p>"And it looks it," was Bob's comment.</p> - -<p>"In ten minutes we'll git to Blinker's Pass," went on "Big Bill," -slowly. "Don't know but what we oughter blindfold that little feller -inside—say, what's the fat boy's name?"</p> - -<p>"Dave Brandon."</p> - -<p>"He don't look as if he ever done a lick of work in his life. Whoa, you -'Peggy.' Too clost to the pass for any of that game;" and Bill, with a -laugh, gazed into Bob Somers' face.</p> - -<p>"Might as well give it up, Bill—you can't scare me," laughed Bob. -"Guess you won't find Tom Clifton showing the white feather, either."</p> - -<p>"We hain't came to it yet," and Bill smiled grimly.</p> - -<p>But the pass was soon reached. The road rose steeply, then stretched -ahead in a level course for a considerable distance.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers, in spite of his assurance, felt a strange tremor run -through him, as they reached the dangerous point. Below, the jagged -rocks extended in a sheer descent of several hundred feet, and between -them and the bottom was but a narrow strip of turf and rocks. He -clutched hold of the seat in a firm grasp and gazed breathlessly at the -thrilling sight.</p> - -<p>"Something of a drop, eh?" chuckled "Big Bill." "Toss over one of them -rocks an' you won't hear a sound when it strikes."</p> - -<p>"Great Scott, it's like being in a balloon," gasped Bob.</p> - -<p>"It's taken the nerve of many a fellow—it has. Hey, young 'un, are you -too scared to take a look?"</p> - -<p>The driver leaned around and glanced toward the window. He saw Dave -Brandon's smiling face looking calmly down.</p> - -<p>"It's deep, and no mistake," observed the stout boy; "but not quite as -bad as I hoped."</p> - -<p>"Don't expect much, Chubby, do you?" laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>As for little Tom Clifton, he smiled faintly, but made no reply to -Dugan's question, and the latter was quite sure that he breathed a sigh -of relief when the precipice was hidden from view behind a ridge.</p> - -<p>Again the coach climbed laboriously upward. Many times the panting -animals were allowed to rest, and the Ramblers became impatient -to reach their destination. Hunger attacked them, and Dave sighed -dolefully as he thought of the long wait before their appetites could -be satisfied.</p> - -<p>But at length the road began to descend, and about two o'clock they -caught a glimpse of a shining body of water with two dark spots at its -western end.</p> - -<p>"What are they?" asked Bob, with interest.</p> - -<p>"Promontory and Hemlock Islands," replied Dugan. "That's Mountain Lake. -We're gittin' there now—village is jist beyond the middle of the lake."</p> - -<p>"And mighty glad I am to see it," said Bob. "I can make out some of the -buildings. Are those white spots farmhouses?"</p> - -<p>The driver nodded.</p> - -<p>"This must be a great place for boating and fishing."</p> - -<p>"'Tain't bad—but jist let me give you a word of advice—keep away from -them islands."</p> - -<p>"Why?"</p> - -<p>"Why?" echoed Dugan, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, jist this -side of 'em is the entrance to Canyon River. It runs a-racin' an' -teamin' through an awful gorge, an' any feller that gits swept in is a -goner."</p> - -<p>"Whew! No one ever go through in safety?"</p> - -<p>"None that I ever hearn tell of. The sides of the gorge rise plumb out -of the water, an' even if you kin swim like a fish it wouldn't do you -no good."</p> - -<p>"Well, I guess you won't catch me trying to swim through," laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>"The end of the lake is all right for a feller that knows the -currents," went on Dugan. "That's what I told Howard Fenton."</p> - -<p>As if glad that their journey was about over, the horses broke into a -brisk trot and the coach rattled noisily along, swerving from side to -side, while Bill Dugan cracked his long whip at frequent intervals.</p> - -<p>He was a skilful but reckless driver, and the last stretch was taken at -a clip which made Bob Somers hold tightly to his seat.</p> - -<p>As they approached the lake, Captain Bob became more and more pleased -with its surroundings. The forms of the two islands began to stand out -clearly, and he soon saw that the nearest was scarcely more than two -hundred yards from the end of the picturesque sheet of water. The lake -rounded sharply at this point, being shut in by granite cliffs. It was -here, immediately opposite Promontory Island, that Canyon River had its -source, the water flowing into a gorge whose towering walls rose in -places from five hundred to a thousand feet.</p> - -<p>"Do people climb the mountain?" asked Bob.</p> - -<p>"Anybody that don't mind riskin' their necks kin. But it's an awful -job, an' nobody with any sense would try it," growled Dugan. "Onct, -I was foolish enough ter go up with some fellers. We set out early, -an'"—Dugan paused; the recollections brought out the wrinkles on his -forehead again—"I'll never forgit it. After a-climbin' an' climbin', -we came to a wall of rock risin' most straight up in the air."</p> - -<p>"Well, what happened?"</p> - -<p>"The fust thing we did arter that was to run inter a hornet's nest, -an' in tryin' ter git away from the pesky bugs I fell down a bank, -every blessed cent I had rolled out of me pockets, an', for all I know, -they're a-rollin' yet."</p> - -<p>Bob politely refrained from smiling at Bill Dugan's ludicrous -expression of disgust.</p> - -<p>"Not only that," went on the driver, "but I ruined me best pair of -boots, an' was laid up for a week with a bad arm. An' all that jist to -hear the sound of a waterfall in the distance—always did run in mean -luck."</p> - -<p>"Climb the wall of rock?" queried Bob.</p> - -<p>"I did not," snorted Dugan. "T'other chaps wanted to, but I says, 'Not -fur me.'"</p> - -<p>"Then you never saw the waterfall?"</p> - -<p>"No! An' don't want to, nuther. Some fellers has, but the pesky birds -an' animals kin do all the lookin', as fur as I keer. As I tole you -afore, anybody what gits caught in that gorge is a goner. Where the -river comes out there's a current that would make you shiver to look -at. No boat could git up it."</p> - -<p>"How is the mountain on the other side?"</p> - -<p>"Like a twin brother to this one, an' hard to tell which is the -meanest. None of us around here ever keers to go up, but strangers, -like as not, will be crazy 'nuff ter try it."</p> - -<p>"That's mighty interesting—I mean the waterfall," observed Bob Somers.</p> - -<p>"I suspicioned you'd say so, an' wouldn't s'prise me if you turned out -to be one of them fellers what don't mind a-runnin' inter danger—the -wuss, the better. Only hopes you git cured soon," and with this -ill-natured remark the driver lapsed into silence, while Bob devoted -his attention to the scenery.</p> - -<p>The lake now stretched straight ahead, its furthest shore almost lost -in a haze that enveloped the base of the mountains beyond. The road led -down to the water's edge, and once there, it seemed but a few minutes -before the stage-coach was rattling past the outlying farms. The -individual houses of the village were now clearly distinguishable, as -well as a wharf, at which several boats were moored.</p> - -<p>At length, the vehicle drew up in front of the Resort House, a rather -pretentious building which combined hotel, post-office and general -store.</p> - -<p>It seemed as if the entire male population had assembled to witness -the arrival of the coach. Men and boys lolled about, exhibiting the -liveliest interest in the proceedings, and gaping curiously at the five -boys, as they stepped to the ground.</p> - -<p>"Act as if they'd never seen a human being before," whispered Sam -Randall. "My, but it's good to stretch one's legs again."</p> - -<p>"Say, which of you fellows is Bob Somers?" exclaimed a cheery voice.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a name="illus1" id="illus1"></a> - <br /> - <img src="images/illus1.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p>A BOY STEPPED FORWARD.</p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>From among the group, a boy stepped forward, looking inquiringly from -one to another.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</a></h2> - -<h3>HOWARD FENTON</h3> - - -<p>His general appearance indicated at once that he was not a native of -that region. His neat blue suit, of the latest cut, set off a slight, -boyish figure to advantage, and seemed more appropriate to Fifth Avenue -than to a small mountain village. A shock of chestnut hair, in defiance -of comb and brush, swept across a white forehead, and his frank blue -eyes were pleasant to look upon. Below them, a coat of tan told of his -outdoor life.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers held out his hand.</p> - -<p>"I'll bet you're Howard Fenton," he said, warmly.</p> - -<p>"You've struck it," laughed the other, accepting the proffered hand -and giving it a hearty shake. "And mighty glad I am, too, that you -chaps have arrived," he went on, totally ignoring the presence of many -interested listeners.</p> - -<p>"My uncle spoke to me about you," said Bob. "Fellows, this is Howard -Fenton."</p> - -<p>"Feels good to meet some one," laughed Dave. "Takes off some of the -strangeness of landing in a strange place. How do you like it out here?"</p> - -<p>"For a while, not at all," replied Fenton, lowering his voice. "You -see," he added, confidentially, "I was always used to the city, and -the strangeness you speak of—well"—he drew a long breath—"it hit me -pretty hard, at first. Silly, I know, but the pater—he's out here with -me—thought he knew what kind of a vacation I'd enjoy."</p> - -<p>"And he wasn't mistaken, after all," interrupted Bob; "I can see that -by your face."</p> - -<p>"I should say not. A few days, and I began to like it immensely."</p> - -<p>"See here," broke in Dugan's rough voice, as its owner stepped out of -the post-office, "I'm going to take your truck over to the house. If -you're goin', jump in;" and, without waiting for a reply, he mounted to -his seat.</p> - -<p>"Coming along, Fenton, aren't you?" inquired Bob, cordially.</p> - -<p>The New York boy nodded.</p> - -<p>"Sure," he answered. "We'll get better acquainted on the way. Maybe I -can help you to get things started."</p> - -<p>As the coach whirled along, Fenton told them that he intended taking -a scientific course in Columbia University and had brought a few -text-books along to study between times.</p> - -<p>"And I haven't opened one of them yet," he added, with a laugh.</p> - -<p>"Best plan for vacation," said Dave Brandon, lazily.</p> - -<p>"Mr. Barton told me that you fellows have formed a club."</p> - -<p>"That's right—and we've seen some great times, too," responded Somers.</p> - -<p>"Go in for parliamentary procedure and all that, do you—whereas, etc., -etc., be it therefore resolved that——"</p> - -<p>"Not much," grinned Sam Randall. "Hunting, fishing, and having a good -time generally is what we're after. That stout boy opposite is our -poet laureate and artist in chief; Dick, here, is photographer; Bob's -captain, and Tom Clifton and I are just ordinaries."</p> - -<p>Fenton laughed.</p> - -<p>"Do you really paint?" he asked, with interest, turning toward Dave.</p> - -<p>"Oh, yes—a little," admitted the latter. "Just took it up last winter, -though."</p> - -<p>"Are you going to make any sketches out here?"</p> - -<p>"It would take an awful lot to keep me from it. I have a stack of -canvas that has to be daubed up. And talk about fine views, never saw -anything to beat 'em."</p> - -<p>"I met Mr. Barton several times," went on Fenton. "He sort of took to -me because I came from New York."</p> - -<p>"Yes, that's where he used to live," said Bob. "Uncle Isaac came out -here a good many years ago. He has some big orchards a few miles -away—grows all sorts of fruits, you know. He bought this house because -it's right near the lake."</p> - -<p>"Mighty good of him to invite us out here, wasn't it?" put in Sam -Randall.</p> - -<p>"Uncle got the idea of going to Europe," added Bob, by way of -explanation, "so he suggested that the whole crowd come over. And he -left a colored boy to do the cooking, too."</p> - -<p>Fenton nodded, and Bob went on, "The Rambler Club rendered father a -big service not long ago. We took a trip for him, and on the way some -fellows blew up our motor boat."</p> - -<p>"Blew it up?" gasped Fenton.</p> - -<p>"Yes—into a thousand bits. I'll tell you about it some time. Well, -dad insisted upon making up the loss in some way, and when Uncle Isaac -proposed this jaunt, I didn't have any trouble in fixing it up. Uncle -Isaac and his wife left a bit sooner than they expected, and hustled us -out here."</p> - -<p>"Nothing could have suited me better," declared Fenton, warmly. "I -guess you won't mind my mixing in with you once in a while. Most of -the visitors in town are elderly people, and the boys," he lowered his -voice, "well, they're good enough chaps in their way, but not just the -sort I like. Jim Havens and Tom Sanders are the two I know best."</p> - -<p>"Why do they call Dugan 'Big Bill'?" asked Tom Clifton. "He isn't big."</p> - -<p>Fenton grinned.</p> - -<p>"Has a nephew of the same name," he explained. "He's smaller, so it's -'Big Bill' and 'Little Bill.' Fine pair they are, too. Hello—here we -are."</p> - -<p>This announcement interested the boys immensely. The coach was turning -into a private road, which led toward a substantial two-story building. -Standing some distance back of the main thoroughfare, its graceful -white outlines could be seen, surrounded by beautiful trees and -shrubbery. To its left was a stable.</p> - -<p>"Not a bad looking place, eh, fellows?" observed Bob, with satisfaction.</p> - -<p>"It's dandy," put in Dick Travers, enthusiastically. "And so close to -the lake."</p> - -<p>"Yum—yum, I can't see anything, I'm so hungry," sighed Dave. "Thank -goodness—no more traveling to-day."</p> - -<p>As Dugan brought up his horses before the entrance, a smiling colored -lad rushed out.</p> - -<p>"I 'clar' to goodness, the boys has come at last, eh? Mistah Dugan!" he -exclaimed. "I certainly is glad, for suah."</p> - -<p>"Show it then, Sam Bins, by helpin' to git this here truck off the -rattleboard," growled the driver.</p> - -<p>"So you is Mistah Somers, an' party," went on the lad. "I've been -a-lookin' for yo' every day. Yo' sho must be hungry, gemmen. All right, -Mistah Dugan, I'll help yo'. Step inside, Mistah Somers an' fren's, an' -I'll git a meal that'll do yo' a power of good."</p> - -<p>"Glorious words," murmured Dave, "to be followed by glorious action."</p> - -<p>Ten minutes later, the "rattleboard" had disappeared, and the boys were -busily engaged in removing the dust and stains of travel.</p> - -<p>The rooms of Rickham House were large and furnished more for -comfort than appearance. As the boys collected in the large, square -dining-hall, they examined with interest the old-fashioned fireplace, -substantial oak furniture and numerous engravings of hunting scenes -which hung upon the walls.</p> - -<p>Sam Bins had disappeared, but occasionally sounds from the open door -indicated that something was happening in the kitchen.</p> - -<p>"Did you ever think how much we owe to cooks?" said Dave, as he settled -down in a comfortable chair. "Why——"</p> - -<p>"Huh, cut it out, Chubby," admonished Dick Travers. "Let's talk about -something worth while."</p> - -<p>"Won't do it now, after being sat on like that," sighed the poet. "Wake -me up, fellows, when dinner is ready," and he closed his eyes.</p> - -<p>Sam Bins was a good cook and had a proper appreciation of the size of a -hungry boy's appetite. The meal was therefore a bountiful one.</p> - -<p>Between talking over their plans, relating stories and listening to -Fenton's description of New York, the Ramblers passed a very pleasant -time.</p> - -<p>The meal at length having been concluded, Sam Bins took them to the -stable and exhibited a pair of fine saddle-horses.</p> - -<p>"Yo' fellahs know how to ride, ob course," he said, with a huge grin.</p> - -<p>"Not I," responded Fenton, decidedly, as the others nodded. "Never was -on a horse in my life."</p> - -<p>Sam Bins was profoundly astonished.</p> - -<p>"Then I wouldn't advise yo' to try either of dese," he said, rather -scornfully. "Dey's got a lot ob spirit—dey has."</p> - -<p>Fenton laughingly assured him that he wouldn't.</p> - -<p>The rest of the day was spent in arranging their rooms. Dave and Sam -took one, Tom and Dick another, while Bob Somers used a smaller one at -the western end.</p> - -<p>Since leaving their homes in Wisconsin, they had been almost constantly -traveling, and the whole of the previous night was spent on the cars. -This, with the journey on the stage-coach, had fatigued them greatly. -But in spite of eyes that persisted in blinking, they bravely kept at -work until their belongings were arranged to suit them.</p> - -<p>Fenton, the city boy, had a wholesome respect for firearms, and the -Ramblers, as they exhibited their brightly polished shotguns and -rifles, filled him with apprehension.</p> - -<p>"I'd be afraid of my life to handle one of those things," he admitted, -candidly. "You see," he grinned, "I never had any occasion to use 'em -in New York. But there are two things I've learned pretty well out -here—sailing a boat and handling a canoe—what's the matter with -taking a sail day after to-morrow?" he rattled on. "The pater has a -good boat, the 'Dauntless,' and, if you like, we'll explore Promontory -and Hemlock Islands. They camp out there once in a while. Tom Sanders -and Jim Havens, the fellows I spoke about, are over there now."</p> - -<p>"You can just bet we'd like it," declared Bob, enthusiastically.</p> - -<p>"The lake is perfectly safe as far as the passage between the islands," -went on Fenton. "I won't take you into any danger."</p> - -<p>"You are not going to find us a scary crowd," laughed Bob; and the -matter was arranged then and there. Fenton soon after took his -departure.</p> - -<p>"A nice chap, that," observed Dave, as his slight figure grew small in -the distance.</p> - -<p>"Awful glad we got acquainted so soon," said Tom. "Somehow or other, he -doesn't seem like a stranger. A smart fellow, too."</p> - -<p>"He's in good company, then, Tom," was Dick Travers' rejoinder.</p> - -<p>That evening, the Ramblers sat on the wide veranda, enjoying the -pleasant air.</p> - -<p>The moon was mirrored in shining streaks on the breeze-swept waters -of the lake, and its light played hide-and-seek on the mountain crags -beyond. Several peaks gleamed ghostly white against a greenish sky, -while the valley appeared gray and mysterious.</p> - -<p>"Some of those mountains look like volcanoes," observed Tom.</p> - -<p>"When did you ever see a volcano?" laughed Dick.</p> - -<p>"In books, smarty."</p> - -<p>"Some of them were volcanoes at one time," declared Dave Brandon, "and -there must have been terrible eruptions. I've read that there's lots of -lava and basaltic rock to be seen, and——"</p> - -<p>"Basaltic rock? Excuse me, Chubby, but don't spring anything like that -so suddenly. Basaltic—wow!" and Dick's companions joined in the laugh -that followed.</p> - -<p>"Oregon is a great state," went on Dave, with a twinkle in his eye. -"There's a lake—Crater Lake they call it—an awful big sheet of water, -right in the crater of an extinct volcano, away up in the air, with -high walls all around."</p> - -<p>"Nice place to drop in," commented Sam.</p> - -<p>"Canyon River interests me a whole lot," observed Bob. "Of course most -of the rivers here are swift-flowing, and there are many canyons—but -that waterfall—great to get a look at it, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, if we could soar above it in a flying machine," drawled Dave. -"Even the thought of climbing a mountain makes me tired. Fellows, I'm -going to turn right in."</p> - -<p>And the others decided to follow his example.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III</a></h2> - -<h3>ON THE "DAUNTLESS"</h3> - - -<p>Breakfast on the following morning was quite late. Only a series of -wild whoops and yells, which almost scared Sam Bins out of his senses, -had served to awaken Dave Brandon, and he protested vigorously.</p> - -<p>"Why can't you let a fellow sleep?" he grumbled. "It's only eleven -hours ago that I tumbled into bed."</p> - -<p>"Nine o'clock, nine o'clock!" called Sam, laughingly. "Do you want to -sleep all day?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, Sam—you've struck it exactly. Think I will," and Dave tried to -lock the door.</p> - -<p>But three sturdy shoulders proved too much, and he capitulated.</p> - -<p>A tour of the grounds followed their meal. To the east of Rickham House -was a large, level field, and on reaching it Sam Randall uttered an -exclamation.</p> - -<p>"As I live, a regular diamond!" he said. "Crickets, isn't this fine?"</p> - -<p>"Well, I should say so," put in Dick.</p> - -<p>"Uncle Isaac was always great on baseball," explained Bob. "Played a -good bit himself—centre field, I think. Well, I suppose he managed to -have a game here, once in a while. But, come on, fellows, let's take a -look at the boats."</p> - -<p>Right across the road, which followed the course of the lake, and -almost directly opposite the house, was Mr. Barton's private wharf. -Besides several canoes, he owned the sailboats "Speedy" and "Spray." -Both were about twenty feet long, but the former was narrow of beam and -built mainly for the purpose which its name implied.</p> - -<p>"What a grand summer we'll have," cried Tom Clifton, enthusiastically, -as he stooped over to examine the trim-looking craft.</p> - -<p>"Well, I rather guess so," said Sam. "But it's time now to get over and -see Fenton."</p> - -<p>Back to the yellow road they trudged. It led past farmhouses, and -fields with growing crops, or orchards containing many kinds of fruit -trees. It was a rich and fertile valley. Here and there, flowers grew -in rich profusion, roses, lilac and rhododendrons mingling their color -in harmonious contrasts.</p> - -<p>The village was about half a mile from Rickham House. It had enjoyed a -boom as a health resort, on account of newly-discovered springs near -by, and the Resort House was one of the results which followed. Another -hotel was in the near future.</p> - -<p>The boys found a few loungers on the porch of the hotel. They -stared at the Ramblers curiously. One in particular—a typical -mountaineer—seemed the most interested. He was a tall, thin man, with -deeply wrinkled face, scraggly brownish beard, and wore an expression -which Dick Travers declared "made 'Big Bill's' face seem positively -mirthful."</p> - -<p>"Wal, wal! what's all this?" he growled. "Where did this parcel of boys -drop from?"</p> - -<p>"Not from an air-ship, that's sure," replied Dick, flippantly.</p> - -<p>"That ain't answerin' my question, youngster. Be you a-goin' ter stay -long?"</p> - -<p>"Long enough to knock over a grizzly or two," laughed Dick. "Ever see -any?"</p> - -<p>"Did I ever see any?" snorted the tall man. "Boys—you hear that? -Askin' old Joe Tomlin sich a question."</p> - -<p>"He's makin' fun of ye, Joe," said some one, with a sly wink.</p> - -<p>"No one kin do that," exclaimed the other, fiercely. "See here, kid——"</p> - -<p>But the Ramblers had entered the hotel.</p> - -<p>They soon found Howard Fenton, who introduced them to his father, a -slender, grave-looking gentleman wearing a beard.</p> - -<p>But they soon found that Mr. Fenton's cold appearance belied his -nature. He entered into their talk with almost the zest of a boy, and -all were really sorry when he declined an invitation to accompany them.</p> - -<p>"Just the kind of weather for a sail," observed Howard, as they walked -out upon the wharf.</p> - -<p>The sky was partly overcast and the low clouds scudded before a breeze -that deeply rippled the surface of the lake. Several boats moored -to the pilings were lazily rocking or straining at their ropes. The -largest was the "Dauntless," a staunch boat, built both for speed and -safety.</p> - -<p>"It's mine, boys," said Fenton, with a smile. "Jump in, and let me show -you what a good sailor I've become."</p> - -<p>The lines were cast off and the sail run up. In an instant it filled -out. Careening over, under the full force of the wind, the "Dauntless" -plunged her bow into the choppy water, and a cloud of spray dashed over -the rail. Soon she was fairly racing toward the islands, Promontory -rising grim and majestic against the lowering sky.</p> - -<p>"Isn't this grand?" cried Bob. "See how fast we're leaving the shore. -Where are you going to land us, Fenton?"</p> - -<p>"On Promontory Island. But we have to go through the passageway and -around on the other side."</p> - -<p>It seemed but a short time before they were skirting the shore of -Hemlock Island, while a little way off the more rugged sides of the -other rose, in places, almost perpendicularly. Here and there, stunted -growth struggled for existence, but the summit was crowned with a thick -growth of trees. Hemlock Island was flat, and almost entirely wooded.</p> - -<p>"Look alive, fellows!" warned Fenton, at length.</p> - -<p>The boom swung around, the "Dauntless" shivered and shook, then, -righting herself easily, sent the spray flying again, as she came about -and headed for the passageway.</p> - -<p>"What whopping big trees," cried Tom Clifton, admiringly, noticing the -giants that rose here and there among the dark firs.</p> - -<p>"Redwood," said Fenton. "This is a glorious country for trees and plant -life generally. There are oaks in there, besides wild cherry and many -other kinds. Of course some parts of the state are barren, with salt -marshes and plains covered with sage-brush."</p> - -<p>"Give me this part every time, then," said Bob. "Doesn't it look -inviting in there, fellows? Imagine a nice little camp, and dinner -under way."</p> - -<p>"Wait until you see the other side of Promontory," put in Fenton; "it -beats this all hollow."</p> - -<p>At the proper time, the course of the boat was again changed slightly, -and they entered a wide channel.</p> - -<p>The passageway was almost in the shape of a letter V, with irregular -sides.</p> - -<p>In the shelter of the great crags, the speed of the "Dauntless" was -considerably checked, indeed, within the channel, she was almost -becalmed.</p> - -<p>"Think of trying to climb that cliff, Chubby," exclaimed Sam Randall, -glancing aloft. "Whew, wouldn't it be awful?"</p> - -<p>"Makes me nervous to think of it, even," broke in Tommy Clifton.</p> - -<p>"I can show you a way to reach the top without danger," laughed Fenton. -"From there, you get a good view of Canyon River."</p> - -<p>In a short time the "Dauntless" swung around a point.</p> - -<p>On this side, the character of the island was different. In parts there -were rocky cliffs, while elsewhere thickly-wooded slopes led upward. -They were steep, but easily climbed.</p> - -<p>Now and then they passed picturesque coves and wooded points, and the -newcomers were thoroughly charmed.</p> - -<p>"Hello, I see a boat!" exclaimed Bob, suddenly.</p> - -<p>"And by the flying partridge, the smoke of a camp-fire," laughed Dave.</p> - -<p>"And a tent," chimed in Sam Randall.</p> - -<p>"Probably Jim Havens and Tom Sanders," put in Fenton. "Might as well -land;" and so speaking, he headed the "Dauntless" toward the shore.</p> - -<p>As they approached the camp, which was built on a knoll, three young -men were seen lazily reclining on the ground. They sprang to their feet -and walked forward.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV</a></h2> - -<h3>THE ISLAND CAMP</h3> - - -<p>"Havens, Sanders and 'Little Bill' Dugan," added Fenton, quietly, as a -hail came from the shore.</p> - -<p>"A jolly good place for a camp," observed Bob.</p> - -<p>"But no game around worth shooting at," objected Sam. "Hello, look at -that sign they've got."</p> - -<p>On a strip of canvas, stretching from one tree to another, was painted -in rude black letters, "Idleman's Club."</p> - -<p>"Hello there, Fenton," came from the shore; "what crowd is that you've -got?"</p> - -<p>"Wait and see, Havens," replied Howard, smilingly.</p> - -<p>The sail rattled down and the "Dauntless" glided slowly over the -transparent water toward a boat moored close by. Havens caught a rope, -and, in a moment, the boys were scrambling ashore.</p> - -<p>Jim Havens was a sturdy-looking boy, with a rather pleasant face and -manner, while Tom Sanders, slimly built, had sharp features and a loud -voice. The Ramblers did not need to be told which was "Little Bill." -That lad had the same aquiline nose, gray eyes and sour expression -which characterized his uncle, the stage-driver.</p> - -<p>"Come over to the camp, fellows," invited Havens, pleasantly. "This is -a surprise, all right."</p> - -<p>The Idleman's Club had chosen a most inviting situation. Not far away -was a thick grove of trees, while the heights which rose back of them -formed a most pleasing picture.</p> - -<p>As the group walked toward the camp-fire, "Little Bill" trailed in the -rear. He did not seem glad to see the visitors, and on learning who Bob -Somers and his friends were, his manner became even less cordial.</p> - -<p>Before the tent a brisk fire was burning. Suspended above it several -pots were steaming merrily and sending forth a delicious odor.</p> - -<p>The boys examined the camp with interest, peeped into the tent, and -then looked at the game which the Idleman's Club had bagged the day -before.</p> - -<p>"Havens," said "Little Bill," suddenly, "I want to go over and see Mr. -Barton this afternoon, an'——"</p> - -<p>"Didn't you know he had gone?" asked Bob, in surprise.</p> - -<p>"Gone?" echoed Dugan; "yer don't mean ter say so." A blank look came -over his face. "Gone," he repeated, "since when?"</p> - -<p>"About five days ago," answered Bob.</p> - -<p>"Little Bill" made an angry gesture.</p> - -<p>"An' I thought he wasn't a-leavin' till next week."</p> - -<p>"Changed his mind," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"Wal, wal—an' me here without known' a thing about it. Ain't that -luck?"</p> - -<p>Dugan seemed much perturbed.</p> - -<p>"An' didn't he say nothin' 'bout me?" he demanded.</p> - -<p>"Why, no," replied Bob. "Not in any of his letters."</p> - -<p>"Mighty funny, for a fact. I've done odd jobs over at Rickham fur -a long spell, now, an' I was powerful sure he'd give me the job of -lookin' after his horses this summer. Ask Sanders if I wasn't."</p> - -<p>"Sure you were," said the thin boy.</p> - -<p>"He always called me 'Bill'—old Barton did. He says ter me, 'Bill, -I'll see about it.' Say, why didn't Sam Bins go with him?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"An' there's another thing. Seein' as how he wouldn't be here this -summer, I wanted ter use the 'Spray.' I spoke to him 'bout that, too."</p> - -<p>"Would he agree to that?"</p> - -<p>"He didn't say nothin'," admitted Dugan, reluctantly, "but I'm powerful -sure he intended to. Didn't tell me no. Anyway, I suppose it'll be all -right, eh?" and "Little Bill" looked eagerly at Captain Bob.</p> - -<p>"I'll write my uncle and find out. I'd like to oblige you, Dugan, but -I'm responsible for things just now. Of course, if he says the word——"</p> - -<p>"Guess anybody kin tell what that means," interrupted Dugan, fiercely. -"Talk about the meanest luck yet—lose a job an' all the sport I was -a-goin' ter have this summer—the whole business busted ter bits! Can -you beat it? Mebbe you don't believe what I says, eh?"</p> - -<p>Bill raised his voice—his eyes began to snap.</p> - -<p>"Certainly I do," laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>"Then won't yer let me have the boat like a good feller?"</p> - -<p>"Honest, Dugan—I can't, 'til I hear. You can go out with us any time."</p> - -<p>"Oh, ain't that partic'lar nice?" sneered "Little Bill." "Eh, Sanders, -did you hear him?"</p> - -<p>"Some people's middle name is meanness," was Sanders' diplomatic -response.</p> - -<p>Dugan was fast working himself into a passion.</p> - -<p>"Old Barton intended to let me use that boat," he cried. "Onct he says -ter me, 'Bill,' he says——"</p> - -<p>"Here, here!" interrupted Havens; "you're raising an awful holler over -nothin'."</p> - -<p>"I'm standin' up fur me rights'. He says, 'Bill'——"</p> - -<p>"Don't get mad, Dugan," said Bob, soothingly. "Come now—be sensible."</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, glorious views around here," broke in Dave. "Going to stay -long, Havens?"</p> - -<p>Dugan took a searching look at the poet's smiling fare, sniffed -audibly, and then lapsed into silence.</p> - -<p>"Don't know exactly," said Havens, in reply to the question. "There's -plenty of small game, an' fishin' is great. A feller gets sick of the -village."</p> - -<p>"Sick of it?" echoed Sanders. "Worse'n that—eh, Dugan?"</p> - -<p>The latter nodded.</p> - -<p>"I can't git away often enough," he said, sourly.</p> - -<p>"Well, fellows," asked Bob, "what do you say to climbing the hill?"</p> - -<p>"Count me out of it," said Dave, promptly.</p> - -<p>"Oh, you won't find it hard," exclaimed Havens, reassuringly.</p> - -<p>"I feel uncommonly sleepy," declared the poet, and he ambled leisurely -toward a mossy bank.</p> - -<p>"What will you do when we get to the mountains, Dave?" asked Bob.</p> - -<p>"You fellows going there?" asked Havens.</p> - -<p>"We certainly are."</p> - -<p>The sour expression left Dugan's face. He looked interested and -exchanged glances with Sanders.</p> - -<p>"That's where you will find the big game," said Havens, "and I know -how to pilot you around, all right."</p> - -<p>"Great!" exclaimed Dick.</p> - -<p>"It's pretty risky, though, if you're not good shots."</p> - -<p>"We're not so bad at it," laughed Bob; "eh, Chub, over there? But say, -fellows, come on. Let's get our legs in training," and he started off.</p> - -<p>Fifteen minutes later, Bob sat down by the side of a huge boulder to -rest. The others were some distance below.</p> - -<p>"Little Bill" and Sanders, who had been conversing in low tones, were -the first to approach.</p> - -<p>"See here," began Dugan, in a whining voice, "yer ain't riled at the -way I talked, a spell back, are ye? I'm an outspoken feller, I am."</p> - -<p>"No, I'm not a bit mad, Dugan," assured Bob.</p> - -<p>"Wal," "Little Bill" looked cautiously around, "there ain't nobody -here who knows the mountains better'n Sanders an' me. Don't need ter -go no further fur a guide. Yer couldn't never go there alone. Somebody -out of the crowd would sure git lost, or fall down a precerpice, or -be drownded in one of them mountain streams. It's certain as your name -ain't Willie. Say—is it a go?"</p> - -<p>"I'll have to talk to the other chaps, Dugan," answered Bob, evasively.</p> - -<p>"But it's only right to take me, after what I've lost," persisted the -other. "Ain't that so?"</p> - -<p>"I'll talk to you about it later."</p> - -<p>Captain Bob's manner was not encouraging, and Dugan's expression began -to change.</p> - -<p>"I suppos'n you'll have Havens," he snapped, "an' is skeered ter say -so."</p> - -<p>Bob made no answer, but a faint smile flitted across his face, and -Dugan was quick to notice it. Two lines, rivaling those on his uncle's -forehead, appeared, and he turned away abruptly.</p> - -<p>"Wal, I don't keer what yer does," he snapped.</p> - -<p>Stalking down the hillside, he rejoined Sanders, who had paused a short -distance away, and the latter was heard to exclaim in a stage whisper, -"Some people's middle name is meanness."</p> - -<p>A moment later, the two were lost to view amidst the shrubbery.</p> - -<p>When at length the tired boys reached the hilltop, a beautiful view -repaid them. Patches of blue sky appeared between dazzling white clouds -and straight ahead rose the frowning walls of Crescent and Round -Mountains, with the gorge of Canyon River at the base of the former.</p> - -<p>Making their way past a small cabin which stood in an open space, the -boys walked out as far as they dared.</p> - -<p>Exclamations of wonder and admiration escaped their lips. Far below -them, the water foamed and madly tossed, as it rushed into the narrow -confines of the gorge. For a long distance it stretched ahead, dark -and gloomy, then disappeared behind a jutting crag at a point where -the walls separated, leaving a grassy strip on each side of the river. -To the left, at a great height, the weather-beaten summit of Crescent -Mountain was partially obscured by a slowly-moving cloud.</p> - -<p>"I never saw anything finer," declared Bob Somers, at length.</p> - -<p>"Think of getting spilled into that current," murmured Dick, whose -thoughts turned in another direction.</p> - -<p>"You'd be a goner," said Havens, dryly.</p> - -<p>"Suppose, after all, we won't see that waterfall," continued Bob, in a -tone of regret, "eh, Sam?"</p> - -<p>"Not much danger of seeing it, but lots trying to," grinned Havens. -"I've climbed most of the mountains around, but I let those two fellows -alone."</p> - -<p>As they turned away, a flock of screaming crows circled close overhead.</p> - -<p>"Let's take a look at the cabin," suggested Sam. "Seems most as old as -the cliff."</p> - -<p>"Nothing left of the door, and window isn't much better," said Tom. -"Wonder who could have lived here."</p> - -<p>"Most likely some old crank," put in Dick, as he peeped inside.</p> - -<p>The cabin contained a shaky table, a stool with one leg missing and an -empty box, all thickly covered with dust.</p> - -<p>"Interesting, but it smells kind of musty," said Sam. "Let's skip."</p> - -<p>The descent was made quickly.</p> - -<p>"Well, well—what boat is that?" cried Fenton, suddenly.</p> - -<p>The group, at that moment, had come in sight of the camp.</p> - -<p>"As I live, the 'Dauntless'!" exclaimed Dick. "Doesn't that beat all?"</p> - -<p>Sure enough, the graceful sailboat was slowly swinging out from the -shore, and the grinning faces of Sanders and "Little Bill" could be -plainly seen.</p> - -<p>"Never heard of such a cheeky pair," put in Bob, indignantly.</p> - -<p>"Good-bye, little boys," yelled Sanders. "We've borrowed yer boat fur -a spell." Then, with derisive shouts, they waved their arms, pulled -away at several ropes and the "Dauntless," catching the breeze, rapidly -receded.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V</a></h2> - -<h3>OUT IN THE STORM</h3> - - -<p>"Hey, there, come back with that boat!" yelled Howard Fenton.</p> - -<p>"Oh, of course we won't!" came from "Little Bill."</p> - -<p>"Swim out, Willie, and we'll throw you a line!" shouted Sanders, with a -derisive laugh.</p> - -<p>"Make a hundred yards' dash for it. I'll bet on the fat boy!"</p> - -<p>"Give Fenton ten feet start, an' he wouldn't lose by more'n a hundred!"</p> - -<p>"Dive off the cliff! Don't go in Havens' boat—it has a hole in it!"</p> - -<p>These words, floating over the air, grew fainter, as the "Dauntless" -drew away from the island, her sail, a shining patch of white in the -sunlight, and her hull scarcely seen against the rippling water.</p> - -<p>"Well, this is a pretty how-de-do, isn't it?" growled Dick. "Talk about -cheek, eh? Looks as if they're going to take their time in coming -back, too."</p> - -<p>"Oh, never mind," said Fenton, resignedly. "As long as the boat isn't -hurt, I don't care. Anyway, we can't help ourselves."</p> - -<p>Jim Havens looked disturbed.</p> - -<p>"Honest, fellows, I didn't know a thing about it," he exclaimed, -earnestly. "Didn't think that Sanders would play such a mean trick."</p> - -<p>"Fenton ought to punch him good and plenty," said hot-headed Dick -Travers.</p> - -<p>"Rather out of my line," laughed the New York boy. "It's only a bit of -fun on their part. Let's be philosophical, like our friend," and he -pointed toward Dave Brandon asleep on the mossy bank.</p> - -<p>"Guess you're right," assented Bob. "Perhaps they won't be long. Awful -nerve, though."</p> - -<p>Jim Havens brightened up when he saw that the visitors were disposed to -take it good-naturedly.</p> - -<p>"They're not going to hurt the boat," he said; "but I'm afraid that -Dugan will keep right on to the village. He's been wanting for some -time to get a gun that he left with his uncle."</p> - -<p>"Why didn't he take your boat, then?"</p> - -<p>"Well, the 'Dart' ain't much for speed," admitted Jim, with a faint -smile.</p> - -<p>"Oh, that's it. But say, I've heard that 'Little Bill' is rather -reckless with boats."</p> - -<p>"Maybe, but Sanders ain't. Whenever you fellers are ready, I'll take -you to the shore—that is, if the two don't get back before that time."</p> - -<p>"How about that hole in the boat?" asked Tom Clifton.</p> - -<p>"It isn't much. We ran into a rock yesterday and dented a couple of -boards. It's all fixed now."</p> - -<p>"And strong enough to hold a ton or so?" laughed Travers, pointing -toward Dave Brandon.</p> - -<p>The object of his remarks sat up and yawned.</p> - -<p>"Had a fine nap—say, what's up?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"You haven't been, for one thing," replied Dick. "Pirates have run off -with the 'Dauntless.'"</p> - -<p>"Is that all?" said the poet, calmly, rubbing his eyes. "Thought, -from the way you looked, that something had happened. Tell me about it."</p> - -<p>Dave smiled at the recital.</p> - -<p>"Real saucy chaps," he said. "That bank makes a capital place for a -nap. When the 'Dauntless' hoves in sight, let me know."</p> - -<p>But when several hours had passed, and there was no sign of the boat, -all concluded that Havens' surmise must be correct.</p> - -<p>The boys sat around, talked about baseball and hunting, and stood up -and talked about the same things. Then they strolled up and down the -pebbly beach, and cast many an anxious look over the choppy water, for -the wind was blowing much more strongly, and only Dave Brandon was -content.</p> - -<p>Finally they lounged around a cheerful blaze, while supper was being -prepared.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a name="illus2" id="illus2"></a> - <br /> - <img src="images/illus2.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p>THEY LOUNGED AROUND A CHEERFUL BLAZE.</p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Being accustomed to roughing it, none would have cared if they had been -compelled to spend the night on the island, but Howard Fenton did not -wish to worry his father by an unexpected absence. Therefore, when -darkness began to approach, he asked Jim Havens to get the "Dart" ready.</p> - -<p>They stayed, however, to finish their scanty meal, and then cleaned up, -still hoping that the "Dauntless" would put in an appearance.</p> - -<p>When Howard Fenton finally walked down to the water's edge, the tree -tops were sighing noisily, and black, wild-looking clouds had risen -above the top of the cliff. A sudden and rapidly growing darkness fell -over the scene. It was apparent that the twilight would be very quickly -blotted out.</p> - -<p>"Guess we'll have a rough night of it," observed Bob.</p> - -<p>"A downright stormy one," grumbled Dick. "Why don't those duffers come -back?"</p> - -<p>"We're in for a good ducking—that's what," put in Tom Clifton.</p> - -<p>"I really have to get over to the shore, fellows," spoke up Fenton, -earnestly. "My pater would imagine all sorts of terrible things."</p> - -<p>"Well, here we go," said Havens, briefly.</p> - -<p>"Pile in," added Bob, as he sprang on board the "Dart."</p> - -<p>"By Jove, it certainly looks wild out there," declared Sam Randall, -indicating the sombre expanse of lake.</p> - -<p>"Enough to make a fellow feel kind of creepy, eh?" chimed in Tom. "The -wind is freshening, too."</p> - -<p>"Don't get scared," said Havens, calmly. "Let me run up a couple of -these 'electric lights,' and we'll get under way with a rush."</p> - -<p>Several lanterns were fastened in position, then the skipper, aided by -Howard Fenton, started to shove off. Clumsy and heavily laden, the boat -resisted their efforts for a moment, then swung out suddenly into the -gurgling water, at the same instant giving a lurch which was far from -reassuring.</p> - -<p>The sail was hoisted and the "Dart" instantly responded by plunging her -nose deeply in the water, white showers of spray were sent flying in -all directions.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon was presently heard to murmur, "H'm—that last one hit the -only dry spot left."</p> - -<p>In the dim light, the crags of Promontory Island looked gigantic -and the dark line of firs on Hemlock blended mysteriously into the -distance.</p> - -<p>"I 'most wish we hadn't come," declared Tom Clifton, nervously. "Wow! I -thought she was going over that time sure."</p> - -<p>"Wind enough to blow a fellow's head off," grumbled Dick. "It's worse -than I thought."</p> - -<p>"And listen to that water gurgling," observed Fenton. "Keep your eyes -open for the 'Dauntless.'"</p> - -<p>"Likely to meet her in the passageway," said Havens, grimly. "Hold on -tight, fellows, and mind your heads!"</p> - -<p>The sail rattled and banged as the boom swung around, while a sheet of -water foamed over the sides. Already they were drawing near the space -which separated the islands.</p> - -<p>"Oh, we'll get smashed to bits," groaned Tom Clifton.</p> - -<p>"Not on your life, sonny," laughed the skipper. "I could go through -here with my eyes shut."</p> - -<p>A moment more, and the "Dart" glided into comparatively smooth water.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho! This is better," remarked the "poet," cheerfully, "but I guess -the next stretch will be worse than ever, eh, Bob?"</p> - -<p>"We're going to be tossed about a bit, that's sure," commented the -captain. "How wet are you, Chub, anyway?"</p> - -<p>"Just a little more than if I'd been soused in the lake," laughed Dave. -"Hello, here comes the finishing touch—rain, by Jove! Might as well -get out and swim."</p> - -<p>When the "Dart" reached the end of the passageway, the lights of the -village could be seen, apparently so distant that Tom uttered an -exclamation.</p> - -<p>"Crickets, think of all that water to be crossed!" he groaned.</p> - -<p>"Seems a lot because it's dark," put in Havens. "The 'Dart' isn't so -fast, but she'll make it in no time, with this breeze."</p> - -<p>As they rounded the shore of Hemlock Island, a pouring rain began to -beat in their faces, and almost every instant hissing, foaming water -dashed over the gunwale. Once outside its friendly shelter, the "Dart" -began to pitch and toss in an alarming manner.</p> - -<p>Suddenly, a furious blast heeled her far over and she shivered from -stem to stern.</p> - -<p>A chorus of excited exclamations rose above the whistling wind.</p> - -<p>"Get the bucket, somebody!" yelled Havens. "Bale her out, quick!"</p> - -<p>Bob Somers, reaching forward, was tumbled to his knees in the water -that swished forth and back with every movement of the boat.</p> - -<p>But he got the bucket. Dick seized another, and both set vigorously to -work.</p> - -<p>"Don't let up, fellows," commanded Havens. "Here's another big one. -Hold on tight!"</p> - -<p>Again the "Dart" staggered and shook. For an instant, the boys fairly -held their breath. Then Sam Randall made an alarming discovery.</p> - -<p>"Great Cæsar!" he cried. "The piece of wood which plugged up that hole -in the side is gone!"</p> - -<p>"And the water is just pouring in," added Havens, in a voice which -betrayed both surprise and agitation.</p> - -<p>"Oh, why did we ever come!" wailed little Tom Clifton.</p> - -<p>"Everybody look around for that piece of board," went on the skipper, -earnestly. "Hurry up—hole isn't much above the water line."</p> - -<p>A quick search proved without result.</p> - -<p>"Fill it up with any old thing," commanded Dave. "Don't get scared, -fellows. Shore isn't very far now."</p> - -<p>The boy's calm tones inspired the others, and an instant later Bob -Somers was stuffing an old coat through the opening. Even Tom Clifton -forgot his fright for the moment.</p> - -<p>The downpour increased, however, until the village lights were entirely -blotted out. Nothing could now be seen through the impenetrable -blackness, and all sense of direction was speedily lost. The lanterns -threw weird splashes of light around the storm-tossed boat and upon its -water-soaked occupants. All strained their eyes to pierce the gloom, -hoping that each moment the veil might lift, but the minutes flew by -with nothing to cheer their sight.</p> - -<p>"We're in an awful fix," groaned Tom Clifton, his teeth almost -chattering. "Where in the dickens are we, Havens?"</p> - -<p>"It would take a smarter chap than I am to tell you, Tom."</p> - -<p>"And we're just racing along, too."</p> - -<p>"Going like sixty—that's a fact."</p> - -<p>"Jim, you're a reckless skipper," said Howard Fenton. "It's a good -thing you know more than we do about the lake."</p> - -<p>The light revealed an anxious expression upon Havens' face, but he held -the tiller with a firm grip and remained perfectly cool.</p> - -<p>"Here, Sam, take hold of this bucket for a moment and bail!" cried Dick -Travers. "Whew! we owe Sanders and Dugan something for this;" and, as -he was relieved, Dick groped his way forward.</p> - -<p>The violent motion began to have its effect upon Tom Clifton. "I feel -awful funny, fellows," he gasped. "Christopher, I do!"</p> - -<p>"I say, Havens," yelled Bob, "we must be getting pretty well in, now. -Hadn't you better come about on another tack?"</p> - -<p>"Wouldn't be surprised. The wind has shifted two or three times and -there's no telling which way we may be headed." The skipper smiled -grimly. "The rain is letting up a bit," he added. "Look out for the -lights ahead and keep on bailing."</p> - -<p>"Feeling better now, Tommy?" asked Dave Brandon. "You'll be——"</p> - -<p>"Great Cæsar!" An exclamation interrupted him. Then a series of wild -shouts arose on the night air, as a crunching and grinding suddenly -sounded.</p> - -<p>"What's up—what's the——" But Dave did not finish the sentence.</p> - -<p>A violent shock tumbled the boys in a confused heap. Then came a -terrific pounding. The "Dart" gave a convulsive shiver, turned sharply -over on its side, and seven boys, wildly grabbing at empty space, were -sent heels over head into the black water of Mountain Lake.</p> - -<p>As he felt the chilling water encircle his neck, Tom Clifton gave a -frantic shout for help. Then his cries were instantly stifled.</p> - -<p>Choking, gripped by a terror which nerved him to fight with all the -energy he possessed, Tom struggled to reach the surface. Unable, like -the others, to swim, he could only kick and thresh out with his arms -in a blind and desperate effort. He had a confused idea of touching -bottom—then, gasping and choking, his head rose clear of the swirling -water.</p> - -<p>Vainly he tried to keep afloat. Down he went again, until his ears -began to sing and the water poured down his throat. Then, as he gave -up hope, something touched his collar with a firm, strong grip, and he -felt himself rising. His head came above the surface for the second -time, and a voice shouted in his ear, "Put your legs down and stand -straight up!"</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon's strong arms held him, and, mechanically obeying his -friend's command, Tom found to his astonishment that by so doing he -could touch bottom.</p> - -<p>The wave of thankfulness which swept through him could not quite blot -out the few awful moments through which he had just passed, and, for -the time being, all he could do was to stand erect and hold on tight.</p> - -<p>"Feel all right, Tommy?" asked the "poet," kindly.</p> - -<p>It was difficult to talk, with the water bubbling and splashing around -them. And the wind was cold. Even Dave's teeth were chattering and his -words came out in a series of jerks.</p> - -<p>"Sure—fine," whispered Tom.</p> - -<p>His hand closed with a tighter grip on that of Dave's. Then his eyes -fell on a curious spectacle.</p> - -<p>Close by, partly submerged, was the "Dart." A lone lantern illuminated -with a feeble, yellow glow the heads of his companions, all staring at -him anxiously.</p> - -<p>"You make me think of a lot of pumpkins."</p> - -<p>That is what Tom meant to say, but the cold and a strange weakness -prevented such a lengthy effort.</p> - -<p>Presently he heard Jim Havens remark, "Tommy's all right, fellows. -Let's skip before we get stuck in the mud." Then, almost before he -realized it, they had left the treacherous water and were climbing up a -bank.</p> - -<p>"I feel like a beautiful mess," groaned Havens, when they came to a -halt.</p> - -<p>"I'd like to have a good, square look at you," returned Bob, grimly. -"I want to laugh, but can't. It isn't any island for you to-night, eh, -Havens?"</p> - -<p>"Not unless I swim back," was the reply. "Something is holding the -'Dart' fast. Awful lucky we weren't spilled out in the middle of -the lake. Come along, fellows," he added. "Let's get our blood in -circulation;" and he started off on a trot.</p> - -<p>Bedraggled and miserable, his companions followed through the rain. -The exercise began to warm their chilled bodies and the prospect of -reaching shelter spurred them on.</p> - -<p>When the lights of the Resort House were seen burning against the -blackness, the group slowed down.</p> - -<p>They declined Fenton's invitation to stop at the hotel.</p> - -<p>"We'd like to, old man," grinned Bob, "but it's the Rickham for us -to-night."</p> - -<p>Sam Bins was amazed when the five boys arrived.</p> - -<p>"Fo' de land ob goodness, is you de same gemmen what left dis mornin'?" -he asked. "Whar', fo' goodness' sake, has yo' been?"</p> - -<p>"In the lake, paying a visit to the fishes," replied Bob, as he made a -break for his room.</p> - -<p>Three-quarters of an hour later, the Ramblers, in dry clothes, were -enjoying a hearty meal, and Sam Bins' curiosity was satisfied.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI</a></h2> - -<h3>THE NATIONAL GAME</h3> - - -<p>Dugan and Sanders had intended to return the "Dauntless" that night. -They sailed to the end of the lake, where "Big Bill's" cottage was -situated, and tied up. But the storm coming up prevented them from -carrying out their plans.</p> - -<p>At daybreak the following morning, they set out, and were startled -to see the "Dart" lying in shoal water. Badly frightened, the boys -immediately headed for the hotel wharf, and lost no time in mooring the -"Dauntless" to her accustomed place.</p> - -<p>When Havens was encountered, later in the morning, the members of the -Idleman's Club had a falling out. It was a lively affair, and proved -very amusing to a group of loungers on the Resort House porch. Mr. -Fenton, hearing the rumpus, also took a hand in the proceedings, to the -great discomfiture of the two bold pirates.</p> - -<p>Of course the encampment on Promontory Island came to an abrupt close. -Dugan and Sanders, disgusted at the outcome, also quarreled and went -their separate ways.</p> - -<p>One morning, just before breakfast, Bob Somers and Dick Travers were -sitting on the porch enjoying the cool air.</p> - -<p>"So the ball game's coming off to-morrow, eh, Bob?" remarked the -latter, in a tone of satisfaction. "Who's on our team besides Fenton?"</p> - -<p>"Phil Levins, Havens, and that little fellow from Boston."</p> - -<p>"Old duck, with a bald head, eh?" said Dick, flippantly.</p> - -<p>"Plays ball like a streak, though, they say. Fairly eats up hot liners -and all that sort of thing. He played short-stop for Harvard, I'm told."</p> - -<p>"Just the kind we need. These chaps out here may know a thing or two -about the game. No telling but what Mr. Barton has done a lot of -coaching. Hello, Chub!"</p> - -<p>The stout boy ambled slowly out on the porch. "You fellows still -talking baseball?" he asked. "Why don't you look at that great effect -over there? See that hazy light across the mountains?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, the dickens with that," grumbled Dick. "The game's coming off -to-morrow, and you've got to hold down first base."</p> - -<p>"By Jove, that's a hard thing to do, though. Still, I'd like to try it."</p> - -<p>"What—painting or first base?"</p> - -<p>"Why—weren't we talking about painting, Dick Travers?"</p> - -<p>"I'll begin on 'camera' pretty soon, unless you quit, Dave Brandon."</p> - -<p>"Oh, well, who do we play against, then?" sighed Dave.</p> - -<p>"A lot of village chaps, and if we get beaten they'll have a jolly good -laugh on us, too."</p> - -<p>"I always did like ham and eggs, boys," observed Dave, reflectively. -"Hope Sam Bins is cooking enough. Yesterday I only had three eggs -and——"</p> - -<p>But, with a despairing gesture, Dick Travers arose and walked inside.</p> - -<p>That afternoon the boys spent in practicing. Havens was on hand, and -Phil Levins, a village lad, also took an active part. The visitor -from Boston proved to be Mr. George Kimball, a small man, with a -fringe of sandy hair around a dome-shaped head, watery blue eyes and -insignificant yellow moustache.</p> - -<p>"I see you chaps can play some," he said, in a high-pitched voice; -"but several, I won't say who, take a bit too much time in getting set -before throwing the ball. Shoot it right over. Here, Somers, let me -show you. Bat out a liner."</p> - -<p>Mr. Kimball smiled complacently and trotted out in the field. Then a -sharp crack of the bat sounded.</p> - -<p>"By Jove, he's a hummer, and no mistake," remarked Sam. "Look how he -took that bounder and sent it back."</p> - -<p>"Yes! But Dave is what bothers me," whispered Dick. "He reminds me of a -freight car, and side-tracked at that."</p> - -<p>"Well, boys," said Bob, as, perspiring and happy, they walked toward -the house, "we ought to put up a pretty good game."</p> - -<p>"And I suppose I'll have to hop around like a sparrow again to-morrow," -said Dave, with a quizzical look at the others, and a wide, very wide -smile played for a moment on the face of Mr. George Kimball, of Boston.</p> - -<p>The day for the game proved ideal. The sky was flecked with a few white -clouds and a slight breeze tempered the rays of the sun.</p> - -<p>No one would have dreamed that so many people could be found in the -small mountain village and its immediate surroundings. They came by -twos, threes, and in groups, flocking under the shade of a few big -trees, and cheered when the town boys began to practice.</p> - -<p>"Little Bill" Dugan was among the players. He glanced coldly toward the -Ramblers and their friends, and sniffed scornfully at a white board -which Dick Travers had nailed to an apple tree. Painted on it in big -letters was the following:</p> - -<table summary="white board"> -<tr><td align="left">Somers, p.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Brandon, 1b.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Randall, c.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Travers, cf.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Clifton, rf.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Havens, ss.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Fenton, 3b.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Levins, 2b.</td></tr> -<tr><td align="left">Kimball, lf.</td></tr> -</table> - -<p>Mr. Fenton accepted the position of official scorer, while a man from -Chicago, Mr. Perkins, was agreed upon as umpire.</p> - -<p>The Ramblers won the toss and took their positions upon the field.</p> - -<p>"Play ball!"</p> - -<p>The spectators sat up, and the game was on.</p> - -<p>"Speed 'em over, Bob," yelled Dick. "Make him hit it. Put the lap -dazzle shoot on it—yi, yi!"</p> - -<p>Bob smiled, and sent in a wide out-curve.</p> - -<p>"One ball!" yelled Mr. Perkins.</p> - -<p>"H'm," muttered the pitcher.</p> - -<p>Crack. Grimshaw, of the mountain team, swung, smashing the ball -squarely, and sped for first.</p> - -<p>Then came a loud shout, when Kimball in left field jumped in the air -and pulled down the fly.</p> - -<p>The next man also solved Bob's delivery, but Havens managed to get the -ball over to Dave an instant ahead of the runner.</p> - -<p>"It wasn't out!" yelled Dugan.</p> - -<p>"You keep quiet," counseled one of the others, and "Little Bill," -scowling fiercely, turned away.</p> - -<p>The next man struck out, and, with a sigh of satisfaction, Bob walked -in and picked up a bat.</p> - -<p>"Take it easy, Somers," advised Dave. "Don't slam at the first. -There—that's the way."</p> - -<p>"Ball!" cried Mr. Perkins.</p> - -<p>"Two balls!"</p> - -<p>"Three!"</p> - -<p>"One strike!"</p> - -<p>Crack. A hot liner burned the short-stop's hand. He let it drop, and -Bob, smiling good-naturedly, was safe on first.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon slowly ambled up to the plate.</p> - -<p>"Chuck me an easy one, Grimshaw," he said.</p> - -<p>The pitcher grinned. One strike—two strikes—the smile broadened, but -the stout boy did not seem in the least disturbed.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers groaned. "Mind yourself, Dave. Get Bob off that bag."</p> - -<p>Hurrah! Dave's sturdy arms swung the bat with telling force. Gleefully -the Ramblers saw the ball flying far beyond the right-fielder's reach, -and the "freight car" getting over the ground at astonishing speed.</p> - -<p>Bob, with a desperate slide, managed to reach home, while Dave, puffing -and blowing, stopped on third.</p> - -<p>But the boys' high hopes, at this auspicious beginning, were dashed -when Randall and Travers were thrown out at first and Clifton fanned -the air three times.</p> - -<p>"Never mind," laughed Bob, as the shrill yells of the mountain -adherents were still echoing; "keep up your good work, Dave. We have -them beaten by a mile."</p> - -<p>But the next inning proved disastrous. Their rivals earned three runs, -and the shouting redoubled.</p> - -<p>"Hi, hi! Did they ever see a ball before?" yelled "Little Bill."</p> - -<p>"Ah—ah! Look at that hit—yi, yi, yi!" came from others.</p> - -<p>Mr. Kimball looked worried. "Not working quite enough together, boys," -he said. "Take it easy—don't let the noise rattle you. Who's up? You, -Havens? Now give us a line drive like Dave's, and we won't find any -fault with you."</p> - -<p>Havens prided himself upon being a heavy hitter. He swung his bat far -around and after missing two good balls landed on the third. Grimshaw -dodged. Dugan, at second base, made a wild grab for the sphere, tripped -and tumbled head foremost into the grass. Then, as it neared the limits -of the grounds, two fielders came together with a crash. Havens ran for -all he was worth, did not stop to look around and was home long before -the ball had been recovered.</p> - -<p>"Good work, old man," cried the delighted Sam Randall. "Only one more, -and the score is tied."</p> - -<p>Fenton hit safely. Levins was out on a foul tip and Kimball walked to -first on balls.</p> - -<p>The head of the batting order was again up. Bob had his eye on the ball -and another line drive resulted from his efforts, but it went straight -into the hands of the waiting second baseman, who easily threw him out.</p> - -<p>"How's that for style?" called "Little Bill," a moment after the first -baseman's gloves closed on his throw.</p> - -<p>"Worst play I ever saw," returned Dave Brandon, who was already at the -plate; "you had lots of time to touch second and make a double play."</p> - -<p>Dave swung fiercely at the first ball pitched, only to miss it by a -very scant margin, and the fielders all played out as far as possible. -A tantalizing slow one he failed to aim at, and strike two was called -on him.</p> - -<p>The instant Grimshaw received the return throw, he whipped in the -speediest inshoot of which he was capable. Brandon was not caught -napping. He met it by the merest tip, and a little pop fly dropped -safely in the territory usually covered by short-stop.</p> - -<p>Fenton raced home, and the score was tied.</p> - -<p>"Hi, hi! Did we ever see a ball before!" cried Dick. "Oh—wow! It'll be -about ten to three."</p> - -<p>But the end of the seventh told a different story. Mr. Fenton's card -showed the score to be seven to six in favor of the Ramblers.</p> - -<p>Bob stepped up, determined to make a mighty effort. Grimshaw was -weakening.</p> - -<p>"Put it over, Grimmy," yelled Dugan. "He can't hit anything—never -could."</p> - -<p>The captain smiled, then bunted, and the ball rolled slowly toward the -pitcher. Grimshaw made a frantic dash, fumbled it, and Bob, on a close -decision, was declared safe at first.</p> - -<p>"Oh, yi, yi, he calls that safe!" yelled Dugan. "The feller was out by -a mile. We won't stand for anything like that."</p> - -<p>He came in from second, followed by several of the others, and the home -plate was immediately surrounded. Then the crowd began to shout.</p> - -<p>"Get back to your places," commanded the umpire, briefly.</p> - -<p>"Yes, skip back, Dugan," added Dave. "That hit was easily safe."</p> - -<p>"I ain't a-talkin' to you," cried "Little Bill," angrily. "I say it -wasn't safe."</p> - -<p>"Come now, Dugan, trot out in the field," went on Brandon, quietly.</p> - -<p>"I will not! An'——"</p> - -<p>"The man was safe, and my decision stands," exclaimed Mr. Perkins in an -authoritative tone.</p> - -<p>"You don't know the game, then," blustered Dugan, excitedly. "Look out! -Don't you bump into me, fat feller."</p> - -<p>Dave laughed good-naturedly.</p> - -<p>"You make an awful lot of noise for a little chap," he said.</p> - -<p>"A little chap, eh?" Bill clenched his fists, his eyes blazed with -passion. Dave had touched him on a tender point.</p> - -<p>"I'll show you how little I am," he yelled. "Here's where trouble -begins."</p> - -<p>His right fist shot out in the direction of Dave's nose.</p> - -<p>But the "poet" jumped nimbly aside, then his sturdy arms encircled -"Little Bill's" waist, and, in an instant, the latter found himself on -the ground.</p> - -<p>"Let go—lemme be!" he cried.</p> - -<p>But Dave was calmly sitting on his shoulder.</p> - -<p>"Look out—help! You'll mash me ter nuthin'!" yelled Bill, frantically.</p> - -<p>"Keep quiet," admonished Dave. "Lie still! A little conversation might -be all right, but we don't want any shouting."</p> - -<p>"Push that elephant off, somebody. I'm mashed to a pulp a'ready. Oh, -now, Grimshaw, don't stand there like an idjit."</p> - -<p>"We were talking," said Dave, pleasantly, "about keeping quiet. Now, if -you promise to do what I say, an awful lot of trouble will be saved."</p> - -<p>There was no help for it. Dave Brandon's hundred and seventy-two -pounds held the belligerent ball player helpless, and Bill, furious and -chagrined, was obliged to surrender.</p> - -<p>"You ain't heard the last of this, you clumsy elephant!" he shouted, as -he arose and edged away. "Don't you forget it!"</p> - -<p>Dave's face wore a very broad grin.</p> - -<p>But Mr. Perkins was speaking—"No, Dugan, you cannot continue to play," -he said, firmly. "How is it, boys?—good—we don't want any rowdyism on -this field."</p> - -<p>There was a few minutes of silence. Grimshaw held a brief conference -with his fellow players, then walked forward and called out in a loud -voice, "Hello, Sanders, get down there to second and play the base."</p> - -<p>It was a very willing boy that hurried forward to obey this summons, -and Bill Dugan, thoroughly discomfited, almost immediately saw the game -going on without him.</p> - -<p>And the score still stood seven to six when the villagers came to bat -in the ninth. It was their last chance, and they were determined to at -least tie the score.</p> - -<p>"My arm's getting kind of played out, Dave," whispered Bob. "I'll do -what I can."</p> - -<p>"You can't do any more," said the other, soothingly. "Make them hit -it—we'll do the rest," and the stout boy grinned.</p> - -<p>Clayton was the name of their opponents' first batsman. He came within -one of striking out, then drove the ball over Havens' head and sprinted -to second.</p> - -<p>Loud cheers came from the spectators, and Bob looked worried.</p> - -<p>"Don't let them get your nerve, old man," called Sam.</p> - -<p>The loud coaching of Mills and continuous cries from the field, -intended to disconcert the Ramblers, only served to spur pitcher Somers -to greater efforts. Putting forth every ounce of strength he possessed, -the captain sent in an inshoot.</p> - -<p>The batter knocked a fly, which Fenton on third easily caught. Clayton, -who had been playing off second, just got back in the nick of time.</p> - -<p>Mills fanned the air three times, and threw down his bat in disgust. -Their chances seemed about to go glimmering, yet one good hit might -save the day.</p> - -<p>Dalton, a big, strong chap, older than any of his team mates, faced the -pitcher. Clayton played away off second. It was a moment of intense -interest to the spectators and anxiety to the Ramblers.</p> - -<p>Bob forced the runner back to the base by a throw, then pitched the -ball quickly. Clayton anticipated this, risked everything and was -instantly off on a wild dash for third.</p> - -<p>Sam handled the sphere nicely, making a perfect throw.</p> - -<p>There was an expectant hush, as ball and runner neared the bag. A cloud -of dust arose. Clayton had thrown himself flat, and touched the base -with his hand.</p> - -<p>The silence, intensified until not a sound could be heard, continued -for a moment longer. Then Mr. Perkins' voice rang out clearly. "Safe," -he said.</p> - -<p>A storm of cheers broke forth, while the cries which it was hoped would -disconcert the pitcher redoubled.</p> - -<p>"One strike!"</p> - -<p>"Two strikes!"</p> - -<p>Bob grinned and gripped the ball more firmly. Then came Mr. Perkins' -voice again, "One ball—two balls!"</p> - -<p>All eyes were upon the stalwart form of Dalton. One more strike, and -the game would be over.</p> - -<p>But as the next ball shot above the plate, a solid smack sounded. An -awkward bounder was ripping toward first base at such a speed that the -eye could scarcely follow it.</p> - -<p>Another great shout arose as Clayton sped home. No one expected that -the ball would be fielded until the batter was safe on second.</p> - -<p>Then the spectators witnessed an astonishing sight. Dave Brandon darted -off the bag with lightning agility. Breathlessly they watched him. The -stout boy reached far out.</p> - -<p>"Look at that elephant," remarked "Little Bill" to the boy sitting next -to him. "What does he think he's going to do?"</p> - -<p>Smack! The ball had bounded, striking squarely in the centre of -Brandon's mitt. Dave instantly recovered himself and made for first -base.</p> - -<p>Then a series of wild yells and whoops from the Ramblers broke forth, -for Mr. Perkins was heard to say, "Runner out on first." By a fraction -of a second, Dave had beaten Dalton in the race and won the game.</p> - -<p>Even the villagers were good-natured enough to cheer his play, and the -"poet" almost blushed when his enthusiastic friends surrounded him.</p> - -<p>"Bully boy," said Mr. Kimball, patting him on the shoulder. "Biggest -surprise out. Thought, from the way you moved yesterday, that—oh, -well, what's the use of saying it?"</p> - -<p>"And I called him a 'side-tracked freight car,'" mused Dick, with a -smile.</p> - -<p>"When Chub gets waked up, he's like a streak o' lightning," declared -Bob. "Now, I'm satisfied. We've had a good game, and, what's more, won -it. Let's skip off on our hunting trip next week——Say, but wasn't -'Little Bill' wild, though," and Bob smiled at the recollection.</p> - -<p>"An' don't you think he's goin' ter forgit what that elephant done, -neither," growled a voice.</p> - -<p>Unobserved, Dugan had approached. But he stopped at a respectful -distance, and pointed his finger threateningly toward Dave Brandon.</p> - -<p>"You'll wish yer hadn't, fat feller!" he cried. "Remember what I says," -and he stalked slowly off the field.</p> - -<p>"He's wearing his number one sour expression," laughed Dick. "Most as -bad as the mountaineer we saw at the hotel."</p> - -<p>"Bill's a pretty mean fellow at times," put in Jim Havens, "but I -wouldn't pay any attention to him. Let's fix it up about that trip to -the mountains."</p> - -<p>The boys, accordingly, made their way to the porch of the Rickham -House, Mr. Kimball and Phil Levins accompanying them.</p> - -<p>Before supper time, all arrangements had been made. It was decided that -Bob, Dave Brandon and Dick Travers would take the first jaunt, and on -their return Sam and Tom could go off on theirs.</p> - -<p>"That way, we'll all have a fling at it during the summer," said Bob; -"not once, but a couple of times, and the Rickham will never be left -without an occupant."</p> - -<p>"You fellows ought to have a daisy time," observed Phil Levins.</p> - -<p>"It makes me feel real envious, boys," said Mr. Kimball of Boston, -"but—well, I never handled a gun or fishing pole in my life—I'm more -at home running over a column of figures in a ledger than I would be -facing a grizzly—but, seriously, don't you think it's rather a risky -undertaking?"</p> - -<p>"Huh! I guess the Rambler Club can take care of itself," and Mr. -Kimball laughed at the scorn which Dick Travers put into his tones.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII</a></h2> - -<h3>FUR, FIN, AND FEATHER</h3> - - -<p>Four panting and tired boys came to a halt in the midst of a dense -forest on the sloping sides of a mountain. Early that morning, Sam Bins -had driven them as far as he could toward their destination.</p> - -<p>Besides weapons and fishing-tackle, each hunter had a pair of -blankets—rubber and woolen—and a water-proof canvas bag which -contained tin dishes, a pair of moccasins, a compass, match-safe, and -plenty of rope and twine, besides nails. Havens carried a lantern and -small saw. All were provided with hatchets and hunting knives, and -provisions were divided up among them.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon, in addition, carried a brand new paint box, and the -official photographer his camera. Everything unnecessary had been -omitted, yet the outfits strapped to their backs were not light ones.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon threw himself wearily upon a flat rock.</p> - -<p>"Oh, but I am tired," he exclaimed. "This truck weighs a ton. Where are -we going to stop, Jim?"</p> - -<p>"I know a dugout that's just the thing for us," responded Havens. -"Sanders and I used it for a while last year. A long time ago, 'Surly -Joe' hung out there."</p> - -<p>"'Surly Joe', that's a nice name," laughed Bob. "A good disposition, I -suppose, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Such a nice one that I hope we don't meet him. But there isn't a -better hunter around these parts than Joe Tomlin."</p> - -<p>"Why, that's the old chap we saw at the hotel," put in Dick Travers. -"Remember, Bob?"</p> - -<p>"Sure thing. Don't wonder they call him 'Surly Joe.' He certainly -looked sour enough."</p> - -<p>"He's a good friend of 'Big Bill's,'" explained Havens. "Every once in -a while Joe gets to the village, but he and I don't gee together a bit."</p> - -<p>"This climbing is tough work," drawled Dave. "I ache all over. How far -is that dugout, Havens?"</p> - -<p>"We ought to reach it before nightfall."</p> - -<p>Dave, who had arisen, sank back on the rock, with a gesture of dismay.</p> - -<p>"And this is what we get for going after fur, fin and feather," he -groaned.</p> - -<p>In a short time, the march was resumed. The region about them was wild -and rugged. The forest contained a great variety of trees; shrubbery, -underbrush and tangled vines were so dense in places as to make -progress difficult. Boulders and rocks lay strewn about in profusion, -and the boys found it necessary to rest frequently.</p> - -<p>"Should think there would be a lot of caves around here," panted Bob.</p> - -<p>"There are," replied Havens, "and if you run across any, knock on the -door before you stick your head inside."</p> - -<p>"Oh, we know," laughed Dick; "bears and other beasts."</p> - -<p>"That's right. If you keep your eyes open, you can see their tracks all -around."</p> - -<p>"Just listen to the birds," observed Dave. "Doesn't their singing and -chattering sound fine? Hear that woodpecker tapping."</p> - -<p>"Working for his living, eh?" grinned Dick.</p> - -<p>"Look—a Jack rabbit," cried Bob, suddenly. "I'll bet I could have -knocked him over easy. See him? He jumped over that log, running like -sixty."</p> - -<p>"I see something prettier," said Dave.</p> - -<p>A bird, singing cheerily, had just darted across, a flaming spot of -orange against the rich green hemlocks beyond.</p> - -<p>"An oriole," announced the "poet." "A beautiful little bird, and a -noisy one, too. Listen to his chatter."</p> - -<p>"If you fellows don't want to sleep out in the open to-night, you'd -better be coming along," said Havens, and Dave, with a sigh, again -struggled to his feet.</p> - -<p>"Listen!" Dick stopped and held up his hand. "What's that noise?" he -asked.</p> - -<p>"The rapids," replied Havens. "I thought we must be pretty close to -them."</p> - -<p>"When we get there, let's stop and have some grub," said Dick. "Wow! My -back's 'most broken. Always did hate to lug things."</p> - -<p>"I'll sleep all day to-morrow," declared Dave.</p> - -<p>"If you do, I'll set a bear on you," laughed Dick.</p> - -<p>The noise of rushing water grew louder, and finally, after scrambling -over a pile of rocks and forcing their way through a tangled thicket, -they reached the bank.</p> - -<p>Before them was a dashing, tumbling stream, eddying and foaming past -the grim-looking rocks, which for countless ages had disputed its -passage in vain. Dancing drops sparkled like silver in the sunshine, -currents swirled and bubbled, as the ever-rushing torrent gurgled forth -its musical lament.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, what a lovely sight," exclaimed Dave Brandon. "Look at those -trees bending over, the reflection in the water and that mass of pink -dogwood."</p> - -<p>"Pretty enough, Chubby," admitted Dick, "but I'm thirsty as thunder."</p> - -<p>"You can get a drink a bit further along," said Havens. "We have to get -across, anyway."</p> - -<p>"Get across?" echoed Dick.</p> - -<p>"Sure thing. The dugout's on the other side."</p> - -<p>"Then I suppose I'll have the joy of helping to fish somebody out of -the stream," said Dave. "Hello, did I hear anything?"</p> - -<p>A low growl seemed to come from the opposite bank.</p> - -<p>"What in the world is that?" cried Dick, in a startled tone.</p> - -<p>"I see it," exclaimed Bob Somers, excitedly. "Some kind of an animal. -Look! It's on that limb. Great Cæsar! What a whopper!"</p> - -<p>Partially screened behind a mass of leaves, a long, tawny animal was -crouching, with ears thrown back and glaring eyes. Its long tail lashed -from side to side, and its powerful, muscular body seemed to quiver -with anger.</p> - -<p>As if fascinated, the boys gazed at it for some instants without -speaking. Their nerves tingled.</p> - -<p>"What is it?" asked Bob, in a suppressed voice. "A panther?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, though most people out here call the beast a mountain lion, or -painter," replied Jim Havens. "That is one of the biggest I ever saw."</p> - -<p>"Awful glad he's on the other side of the street," murmured Dave. "Not -so sure, now, that I'm fond of hunting. Say—doesn't he look fierce?"</p> - -<p>"They won't bother you much if they're let alone, but corner 'em, -and I'd 'most as soon have a grizzly in front of me. It's a quiet -beast—doesn't screech much, though once in a while he'll let out a -yell that makes you sit up and take notice."</p> - -<p>"Shall we risk a shot?" asked Dick, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"No, I think not," replied Havens. "You might only wound him, and in -case he managed to get across—well, Sanders and I had a scrap with one -last year, and I ain't anxious for another."</p> - -<p>"Look—he's off!" cried Bob.</p> - -<p>With a low growl, the panther dropped lightly to the ground and -disappeared in a dense thicket.</p> - -<p>"They're great fellows for staying in trees," went on Havens, "and -for springing down upon any animal that happens to pass. Hard to see, -too—the color is so much like the bark."</p> - -<p>"Well, I'm glad it's skipped," said Dick. "Hang it, if I'd only -thought, I might have made a snap-shot."</p> - -<p>"The trip is just begun," laughed Havens. "Get out your grub, fellows. -Cat or no cat, James is going to eat."</p> - -<p>"Maybe that ferocious beast is waiting for us on the other side of the -creek," said Dave.</p> - -<p>"And possibly is ready for lunch, too," added Bob.</p> - -<p>The boys looked at the swirling water and slippery rocks, the dark, -overhanging banks with here and there gnarled roots exposed by -crumbling away of the earth, then paused to consider.</p> - -<p>"I think it will not be necessary for us to cross just now," said Dave, -facetiously.</p> - -<p>No one offered an objection, and the quartet thereupon found seats.</p> - -<p>Sandwiches, washed down with clear, cold water, refreshed them all.</p> - -<p>On resuming the march, they kept as close as possible to the rapids. -Presently Havens led the way out on a bank.</p> - -<p>"What a magnificent view," exclaimed Dave, pointing toward the opposite -range of mountains.</p> - -<p>"Couldn't be finer, Chubby," declared Bob.</p> - -<p>"This is where we cross the stream, fellows," put in Havens. "Get ready -for your bath."</p> - -<p>"I'm going first—here's a scheme," he added. "I'll tie a rope around -my waist. You fellows hang on to the end, and if I slip I won't go ten -miles without stopping."</p> - -<p>"Right you are, old man," said Bob. "That water is pretty deep in -places."</p> - -<p>The necessary precaution having been attended to, Havens carefully -stepped upon a large, flat rock.</p> - -<p>"Slippery as the dickens," he said.</p> - -<p>"Why shouldn't it be?" observed the "poet." "It's been here for a -million years, perhaps."</p> - -<p>"Don't get to dreaming, Dave," laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>"Chubby's the clumsiest chap I ever saw, yet he does everything right," -observed Dick, thoughtfully. "At times, I feel like splashing him."</p> - -<p>Dave laughed good-naturedly.</p> - -<p>Havens made his way carefully from rock to rock. Out in the midst of -the stream, with eddying currents and masses of foam on all sides, it -looked bigger and more dangerous than when viewed from the bank. The -main channel was too wide to jump, and the only means of crossing it -was a series of small round boulders so smooth as to scarcely afford a -footing.</p> - -<p>His companions, who had followed part way, held the rope tightly and -waited for him to fall in. It was a matter of some surprise when they -found that this was not going to happen.</p> - -<p>"Hope that we are just as lucky," said Dick, as he grasped the rope -which Havens had tied to a tree, and prepared to follow.</p> - -<p>By the time that Travers stood on the opposite bank Bob and Dave were -well on their way across. These two worthies did not meet with any -mishap, though the stout boy gracefully accepted all the aid that was -proffered when it came to the final climb.</p> - -<p>"I wonder if his catship is anywhere around," remarked Dick Travers.</p> - -<p>"Maybe," answered Havens. "They have a way of skulking about. Keep your -eyes peeled."</p> - -<p>The boys were soon winded again, but even weariness did not prevent -them from enjoying the forest. Gloomy and grand, it surrounded them on -all sides. With heads bared to the whispering breeze, the boys lolled -on the ground and looked at the patches of clear blue sky between the -interlacing branches, and forgot, for the moment, whatever dangers -might exist. Each breath of air brought with it some woodland odor—of -fragrant pine or dogwood and many other plants.</p> - -<p>"Grand," sighed Dave, peering dreamily through half-closed eyelids.</p> - -<p>"Worth all our trouble," said Bob. "But say, Jim, will you be able to -find that dugout?"</p> - -<p>"I'd be a silly chump if I couldn't," answered Havens. "Tramped these -mountains too many times to lose my bearings."</p> - -<p>"But suppose some one is living there?"</p> - -<p>"Build a lean-to; or I know a cave where we might put up for a few -days."</p> - -<p>"Rent high?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"No, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had a bear for a landlord."</p> - -<p>Fifteen minutes later, just as Dave was about to declare his inability -to go a step further, Jim announced that the dugout was close at hand.</p> - -<p>"Thank goodness!" exclaimed the "poet," wearily.</p> - -<p>But it was still some time before Havens uttered a grunt of -satisfaction, then said, "It's right over there, fellows—back of that -clump of trees."</p> - -<p>"Hurrah!" shouted Dick.</p> - -<p>"Me, too," sighed Dave. "I'd holler like that if I wasn't so tired."</p> - -<p>In a few moments, they saw a log structure built against a wall of rock.</p> - -<p>"Never was so glad to see anything in my life," declared Bob Somers. -"It doesn't look big enough for the whole bunch, though, Jim."</p> - -<p>Havens smiled. "Don't you know that a dugout is a log cabin or some -kind of a shack built in front of a cave?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"Good! This is a dandy place, eh, Dave?" cried Bob, enthusiastically. -"Imagine sitting out here, after a good day's sport, with a venison -steak broiling over the fire!"</p> - -<p>"I'll get indigestion, if you talk that way, Bob Somers," said Dave, -severely, as he threw his burden down on the turf.</p> - -<p>"Don't go rushing in, fellows," warned Jim. "Sometimes a varmint takes -it into his ugly head to use it for a stopping place."</p> - -<p>But impatient Dick Travers was already at the door, uttering a series -of wild whoops.</p> - -<p>"All right!" he sang out, as his form disappeared from view.</p> - -<p>The dugout, though solidly built, showed the ravages of time. The door -was missing and a tree, dislodged by some gale, had fallen across the -roof, leaving a gaping hole.</p> - -<p>But, in spite of these defects, the boys were delighted.</p> - -<p>"We can fix it up in short order," declared Bob.</p> - -<p>"Not to-day, thank you," said Dave.</p> - -<p>The light from a single window illuminated the interior of a spacious -cave. Several reminders of its former occupants, a rude table and -chairs, were scattered around.</p> - -<p>"Don't see any piano," murmured Dave Brandon.</p> - -<p>"Fell over a precipice as they were bringing it up," laughed Havens.</p> - -<p>After a short rest, Jim, who seemed to be the least tired, set about -collecting fuel, and soon had a fire started. Then outfits were -unpacked, and dishes and provisions brought forth.</p> - -<p>Bob suddenly straightened up. "Jim," he said, solemnly, "how about -water?"</p> - -<p>"Just beyond that big cedar," Havens indicated the direction, "you'll -find a rivulet. Don't go without your gun."</p> - -<p>"Oh, no," laughed the other; "I've been out in the woods before."</p> - -<p>Bob had no trouble in finding water, and when he returned preparations -for supper were under way. Havens and Brandon attended to this duty, -while Dick Travers and Bob Somers went off in search of cedar boughs.</p> - -<p>Armed with hatchets, they kept steadily at work, and although very -tired, did not desist until a large quantity of the fragrant leaves had -been collected. Then Dave helped drag them to the dugout. Four beds -were made in the cave, after which the hunters, well satisfied with the -result of their labor, sat down to supper.</p> - -<p>"What's on the bill of fare?" asked Bob.</p> - -<p>"Sardines, bacon, crackers, cheese and coffee," said Dave.</p> - -<p>"Not bad, for a starter. Guess I can get away with my share all right."</p> - -<p>"Nothing like outdoor life to give a fellow an appetite," commented -Dick.</p> - -<p>Dusk soon gathered. The forest looked grim and sombre, and when night -came it was pleasant to watch the twinkling stars overhead and to -listen to the weird sounds which often filled the air.</p> - -<p>Havens piled a couple of logs on the fire and the dancing flames sent -forth a cheerful glow.</p> - -<p>Finally Dave Brandon picked up a lantern and led the way into the -dugout. When all were inside, he stretched a blanket across the door, -then, following the example of the others, spread his rubber blanket -over the fir brush. Bob hung the lantern upon a board projecting near -the hole in the roof.</p> - -<p>"Good-night, fellows," said Jim.</p> - -<p>"Good-night," responded the others. Then silence reigned.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers' slumber was not refreshing. Occasionally, he half opened -his eyes. The interior of the cave, in the dim light, looked very -strange. Deep black shadows stretched up to the jagged roof, and, in -places, some mineral sparkled brightly.</p> - -<p>But it was something else that finally caught his attention, and caused -him to sit bolt upright. A strange sound seemed to come from the roof -of the log house.</p> - -<p>Dick slowly rose to his feet, and listened intently. He hesitated to -awaken his soundly sleeping companions.</p> - -<p>As the boy was about to steal forward, a sharp crash echoed throughout -the cave with startling clearness. Then followed a series of sounds -which fairly made his hair stand on end.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII</a></h2> - -<h3>THE INTRUDER</h3> - - -<p>The sleepers awoke on the instant, and scrambled to their feet.</p> - -<p>"Great Scott! What was that?" cried Bob Somers.</p> - -<p>"Jiminy crickets!" exclaimed Dave.</p> - -<p>"Grab your guns!" yelled Havens.</p> - -<p>Several timbers fell with a loud clatter, and the lantern, dashed to -the floor, promptly went out. Then a dark form crashed through the -roof, flopping heavily on its back, while a series of savage growls and -whines made the boys cower back in the darkest part of the cave.</p> - -<p>"A bear!" shouted Jim Havens, "and a whopper."</p> - -<p>Dick Travers, who had left his gun in front, was panic-stricken at the -idea of being bottled up. Out in the open, he would at least have a -chance in flight.</p> - -<p>The pale moonlight, streaming through the window, revealed the animal -pinioned beneath heavy timbers. Now was his chance. With a yell, Dick -darted forward, and just as he did so, bruin rolled over on his feet.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers' terror lent him strength. Bounding forward, he grazed -the animal's back, brought up against the blanket, tore it from its -fastenings, then stumbled at full length outside the door.</p> - -<p>Bruin, no doubt astonished and alarmed at his own mishap and the -commotion which followed, uttered another roar and turned tail.</p> - -<p>Just as Dick Travers scrambled to his feet, a huge black body dashing -by knocked him flat, and the boy let out a yell which could have been -heard a mile.</p> - -<p>The moon had risen above a belt of timber, throwing a silvery light -over the landscape, and it showed the bear getting away at surprising -speed.</p> - -<p>The three boys who remained in the cave quickly recovered their wits.</p> - -<p>"After him!" cried Havens, loudly.</p> - -<p>Bob was first at the entrance. Raising his rifle, he sent a bullet -speeding toward the retreating form. Then Havens' gun echoed sharply, -but it was evident that neither shot took effect.</p> - -<p>"Well, well," panted the poet. "A nice little surprise, eh? Hurt, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"Not a bit of it, Dave." Dick's tones spoke of a troubled spirit. His -companions were looking at him slyly.</p> - -<p>"Ever take a prize in jumping?" asked Havens. "I'd bet on you, all -right."</p> - -<p>"I might as well admit it—he got my nerve," said Dick, frankly.</p> - -<p>"Don't let it worry you, old man," said the "poet," laughingly.</p> - -<p>"What do you suppose the old duffer was up to?" asked Bob.</p> - -<p>"Guess he thought things looked kinder funny 'round here, so he walked -up the tree and stepped on the roof. It's a beautiful mess, now isn't -it?"</p> - -<p>"A good day's work to fix it," commented Bob.</p> - -<p>"Think the bear is likely to come back?" queried Dick.</p> - -<p>"Not after the scare you gave him," grinned Havens. "Still, to be on -the safe side, we'll take turns on guard."</p> - -<p>This arrangement was agreed to, but the rest of the night passed -without incident.</p> - -<p>After breakfast, the boys decided to work on the hut. Bob Somers and -Dick Travers climbed to the roof and began to remove the loose boards.</p> - -<p>"Work, you fellows, work," said Dave, as he lay indolently on a bit of -turf. "I'll help with advice."</p> - -<p>"All right, Chub," laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>"Don't think I will, either—I'll paint a sketch."</p> - -<p>"Good," cried Dick. "Good."</p> - -<p>Havens, axe and saw in hand, had gone off to the woods to get material, -and the sounds which came from the timber indicated that he must be -hard at work.</p> - -<p>Dave got out his paint box and, seated Turk fashion before a canvas, -began to squint dreadfully.</p> - -<p>"Hey there, who are you making faces at?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Oh, of course you don't understand," said Dave Brandon, loftily. -"That's to shut out the detail. All artists do it. You ought to see -Professor Mead when he paints."</p> - -<p>"Glad I don't have to, if he puts on such a face as that."</p> - -<p>"It's worse."</p> - -<p>"It couldn't be. Hello, what's up?"</p> - -<p>Havens was heard to shout—then a second cry came from the woods.</p> - -<p>"More bears, I wonder?" exclaimed Bob.</p> - -<p>"Sounds as if he was running like sixty," cried Dick. "Here he comes. -What in thunder's the matter? Did you catch what he said?"</p> - -<p>"No."</p> - -<p>Bob hastily lowered himself to the ground, and the three boys started -toward the rapidly advancing figure.</p> - -<p>Then it was seen that Jim Havens' head was surrounded by a dancing -cloud of insects.</p> - -<p>"Get some pine-knots," yelled the fugitive, slapping wildly at his -tormentors. "Ouch! Stir yourselves—beat 'em off—help!"</p> - -<p>"Bees!" cried Dave. "Bugville to the front."</p> - -<p>All signs of laziness instantly disappeared. He jumped nimbly to -his feet, and rushed, with the others, to the fire, where several -half-consumed sticks were smouldering.</p> - -<p>Havens arrived in their midst. So did the bees. They acted with -charming impartiality.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers slapped his cheek. "I'm stung first!" he yelled. -"Ouch—wow—great Cæsar!"</p> - -<p>"Welcome to the honor," said Dave. "Thunderation! Oh—oh! By the flying -partridge, that hurts!"</p> - -<p>Smoking sticks began to describe half circles and other curves in the -air. The boys danced wildly, and hit right and left, up and down, all -the while uttering exclamations, as numerous sharp stings were received -from the angry insects.</p> - -<p>"Take that—and that!" panted Dave. "You will tackle my painting hand, -eh?"</p> - -<p>"Give it to them!" yelled Bob.</p> - -<p>The battle raged furiously, but at length, unable to withstand the -onslaught, the insects suddenly buzzed away, leaving not a few of their -number slain on the field.</p> - -<p>"Oh, my—look at Bob's nose," snickered Dick.</p> - -<p>"You ought to feel it."</p> - -<p>"I'm satisfied with getting it in the neck;" and Travers tenderly -placed his hand on a huge bump behind the ear.</p> - -<p>"Three stings on one cheek is about enough, isn't it?" asked Dave.</p> - -<p>"What did we ever do to you, Jim?" asked Bob, reproachfully. "It'll -take a lot of explaining."</p> - -<p>"Oh, I say," whispered Dick, "who's got that book—'First Aid to the -Injured'? Trot it out, somebody."</p> - -<p>"It's missing," said Dave.</p> - -<p>"How's that?"</p> - -<p>"Because nobody brought it."</p> - -<p>Dick groaned. "Nice way to make a book useful," he said. "What'll we -do?"</p> - -<p>"Pooh—you fellows haven't got any stings," broke in Havens. He held -out his hands ruefully. "Must have been about a thousand buzzing 'round -me. Honest—I couldn't handle them alone. Lucky I brought something -to——"</p> - -<p>"Oh, say that again," cried Dick, hopefully. "You brought something -along, eh?—Quick!"</p> - -<p>Jim dived for his canvas bag, and took out a bottle.</p> - -<p>"Smells like a drug store," said Bob, "but dish it out."</p> - -<p>In a few minutes the smarting was somewhat allayed.</p> - -<p>"Jim, you have a head," said Dick, admiringly. "Did you expect this to -happen?"</p> - -<p>"Sure! Anything's liable to happen in the woods."</p> - -<p>"What else have you?"</p> - -<p>"Something for snake bites and poison ivy."</p> - -<p>"Great head! Anything for panther bites and bear hugs?"</p> - -<p>"And now, Havens," interrupted Bob, "we want to know how this happened."</p> - -<p>"Well, I came across an old hollow tree back there—bees hang out in -such places, you know."</p> - -<p>"Do they?" said Dick, with tremendous sarcasm.</p> - -<p>"As luck would have it, my hatchet fell plumb in the hole—then I -strolled over to tell you about it."</p> - -<p>"Next time, Jim," said Dave, "you have our permission to do all your -strolling in the opposite direction. But," he added, brightening up, -"maybe there's some honey over there."</p> - -<p>"Light some pine-knots, and we'll soon find out," said Havens.</p> - -<p>His directions were put into effect, and in a few minutes they reached -the hollow tree.</p> - -<p>Havens began operations by hurling a stone.</p> - -<p>"Watch 'em," he said.</p> - -<p>The angry insects buzzed forth, but were easily put to flight by the -blazing torches. Then vigorous blows from Jim Havens' hatchet sent the -chips flying.</p> - -<p>A cheer broke forth, when a great quantity of honey was disposed to -view.</p> - -<p>"Bet there's fifty pounds in there," said Dick, gleefully.</p> - -<p>"Um—um," exclaimed Dave. "For breakfast, dinner and supper."</p> - -<p>"You'll be um—umming more when you taste it," said Bob, slyly.</p> - -<p>Back to the dugout for pans and dishes they tramped. These were soon -filled to the brim with the most delicious honey. The four proceeded to -enjoy some at once, and it was quite a while before work was resumed.</p> - -<p>The slender maples which Havens had cut were then dragged to camp. -These were nailed about six inches apart over the hole in the roof and -a quantity of fir brush interwoven. A rough door was next fashioned out -of the remaining saplings, and their work was done.</p> - -<p>Late in the afternoon, the four, guns in hand, started off after game. -In the course of an hour, they were a considerable distance from the -dugout, skirting along the edge of a precipice.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers, in advance of the others, caught a glimpse of some -animal skulking through the underbrush straight ahead. With visions of -securing a pelt worth while, he stole steadily forward.</p> - -<p>"As I live, it's a fox," he murmured, excitedly. "Gee, I must get a -crack at that."</p> - -<p>Flinging caution to the winds, Dick leaped rapidly forward. Suddenly a -cry of alarm escaped his lips.</p> - -<p>Rushing full tilt through a mass of vegetation, he saw a yawning -crevice, a sort of crack extending backward from the face of the cliff, -before him. His impetus was too great to be checked, and Dick gave a -gasp of horror, as he felt himself sliding over the edge.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</a></h2> - -<h3>AN EXCURSION</h3> - - -<p>"Grab hold of him—do, that's a good fellow! Stop the beast! Whoa, -Buttercup, whoa! Oh, dear, won't somebody stop him?"</p> - -<p>Howard Fenton, seated on Mr. Barton's big black horse, was having a -most uncomfortable time in the field by the house. It was the first of -a series of lessons in the art of horseback riding that Sam Randall had -undertaken to give him.</p> - -<p>Sam, Tom Clifton and young Bins, painful to relate, were roaring with -laughter.</p> - -<p>"Golly, but dis chile neber seed nuthin' like that. Oh, dese city -fellers! Golly!" and Sam showed his white teeth again.</p> - -<p>Buttercup, as if indignant at the awkwardness of his rider, danced -and pawed the ground and bobbed his head up and down, while Howard -struggled desperately to hold his seat.</p> - -<p>"I know I shall fall! Oh, oh, for goodness' sake—if I break my neck, -Sam, it's your—oh—oh——"</p> - -<p>The sentence, ending in a wail, was too much for Sam. He seized -Buttercup by the bridle, while Bins, nearly convulsed with laughter, -aided the frightened rider to dismount.</p> - -<p>"Thanks, old chap," panted Howard. "I know I made an awful spectacle -of myself. Talk about jolts, bumps and aching bones—say, does anybody -really enjoy riding?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, listen to him!" cried Sam Bins, with another explosion.</p> - -<p>"Of course they do," said Randall, loftily, bestowing a compassionate -look upon the crestfallen Howard. "Let me show you how to do it," and -he vaulted into the saddle.</p> - -<p>Fenton gazed after him admiringly, as he rode around in a wide circle, -then skilfully drew his spirited steed alongside.</p> - -<p>"You're a crackerjack, Sam," he exclaimed. "But I'll stick to electric -cars and trains."</p> - -<p>"Oh, dese city fellers," chuckled Sam Bins.</p> - -<p>"Here—I'll take a turn, too," put in Tom Clifton.</p> - -<p>The smallest member of the Rambler Club also managed Buttercup with -ease. Proudly, he put the horse through its paces, and, flushed with -triumph, called out, as he rode up, "How's that for riding?"</p> - -<p>"You country chaps can beat us out in some things, that's sure," -laughed Fenton, good-naturedly.</p> - -<p>"Come ahead—you can learn to ride," urged Sam.</p> - -<p>"Yes, do. It's as easy as rolling off a log," chimed in Tom.</p> - -<p>"Nothing easier than falling off a horse, I think," returned Fenton, -with a faint smile. "But not to-day, boys. Oh, no! Guess I've had -enough."</p> - -<p>"Oh, dese city fellers," repeated Sam Bins, as he led Buttercup back to -the stable.</p> - -<p>"Wonder how Bob and the other fellows are getting along in the -wilderness," said Howard, when the group had turned toward the porch.</p> - -<p>"Guess they won't leave any bears or moose for Tom and me," grinned -Sam. "They are crack shots—that is all except Chubby. He never seems -to hit a thing, any more."</p> - -<p>"Hope Dick will get some pictures," put in Tom. "Wish I had a camera, -I'd snap some, too."</p> - -<p>"I say, Howard," exclaimed Sam, suddenly, "Phil Levins, Tom and I are -going over to Promontory this afternoon. I'm teaching Clifton how to -swim. Want to take a sail in the 'Spray'? It's a bully day for an -outing."</p> - -<p>"I may come over later, in the 'Dauntless.' Promised pater I'd do some -writing for him," replied Fenton. "Guess I can make it, though, and -we'll have a little race on the way back."</p> - -<p>"Good! But the 'Spray' will run away from the 'Dauntless,' old man."</p> - -<p>"It will—like fun," laughed Fenton, as he took his leave.</p> - -<p>Phil Levins met the Ramblers at the wharf. Just as they were clambering -aboard the "Spray," "Little Bill" happened to pass. He surveyed them -with a scowl.</p> - -<p>"I'm a-goin' ter take out that boat, some day, an' don't you forgit it. -Old Barton says ter me one day—he says, 'Bill'——"</p> - -<p>These were the words that greeted the boys, and Sam Randall cut them -off by exclaiming, "Oh, we're not talking about that now, Bill Dugan."</p> - -<p>"Ain't you? Well, I'm talking about it, all right. Afear'd I'd hurt the -boat, eh? Think you're sich swell sailors, eh? Jist you wait, fellers."</p> - -<p>"All year, if you want," laughed Sam. "Give the boat a shove, boys. -Rattling good breeze, eh? That's it—we're off."</p> - -<p>The sail quickly filled out, and the boat drew away from the wharf.</p> - -<p>"Jest you wait," repeated "Little Bill," loudly.</p> - -<p>"That's what we're doing."</p> - -<p>"I ain't forgot what that elephant done."</p> - -<p>"Don't let it worry you, grouchy," and the boys waved their hands -toward the disgusted Dugan.</p> - -<p>The "Spray" was a fast boat, and with a strong, favorable wind, cut -through the water at a rapid rate.</p> - -<p>The dark firs on Hemlock and the crags of Promontory Island, began to -loom up clear and distinct. It was exhilarating sport, and, as the -water foamed and gurgled and occasionally dashed over the gunwale, the -boys began to sing.</p> - -<p>"This is great," exclaimed Tom Clifton, at length. "We'll have a dandy -race, if Fenton comes over."</p> - -<p>"We ought to give him a handicap."</p> - -<p>"Sure thing. The 'Dauntless' isn't a patch on the 'Spray' for speed."</p> - -<p>In a short time, the "Spray" dashed into the passageway beneath the -towering crags. Emerging on the other side, they sailed past the site -of the former "Idleman's Club" and continued on until a picturesque -cove appeared in view.</p> - -<p>"Ease over the sheet, Phil," said Sam. "That's right. Haul it down when -I say the word."</p> - -<p>In a sheltered situation, the "Spray" glided smoothly over the limpid -water and entered the cove. At Sam's command, the sail was lowered and -an anchor heaved overboard. The boat came to a stop within a few feet -of a jutting bank, where the water was so clear that the pebbly bottom -could be plainly seen.</p> - -<p>"Done like old salts," laughed Sam. "Off with shoes and stockings, -fellows; we'll have to wade."</p> - -<p>In a few minutes they stood on shore. Then all took seats on a -convenient rock.</p> - -<p>Clouds of dazzling whiteness glistened against the deep blue sky, -shadows flitted across the surface of the lake and over the rugged -crags above, while now and then a cool, pleasant breeze blew strongly -in their faces.</p> - -<p>They were in a delightful cove. A group of willows on the opposite side -mirrored themselves in the clear water; pond-lilies and aquatic growth -bobbed gently on the listless current.</p> - -<p>"This is where Dave would enjoy himself," observed Sam. "Listen to -the birds—say, look at that bit of blue sky," and Sam imitated the -"poet's" tones so well that Tom burst out laughing.</p> - -<p>"Can he really paint and write poetry?" asked Phil Levins.</p> - -<p>"Oh, Chub can do anything," replied Sam, with conviction. "He's a -dandy. But here, Tommy, get off your duds. If you don't look out, you -won't be able to swim any better than Fenton can ride."</p> - -<p>"Oh, suffering catfish," said Tom, flippantly.</p> - -<p>The boys quickly donned their bathing suits, and walked along the -shelving beach to the end of the cove.</p> - -<p>"Oh, but the water's cold. Hold on there, Sam Randall, don't push."</p> - -<p>"Don't crowd him," grinned Phil.</p> - -<p>"Oh, of course not," snickered Sam, and the next minute, Tom, neatly -tripped, hit the water with a loud splash and a yell.</p> - -<p>For the next half hour, they had great sport. The water was shallow and -well suited to their purpose. Tom made a little progress, and by actual -count was able to keep afloat for seventeen seconds. Then he paddled -around, while Sam and Phil, both good swimmers, raced out to the end of -the cove and back, Sam leading by a few feet.</p> - -<p>When they were again dressed, the three resumed their place on the rock.</p> - -<p>"Most time for Fenton to come," observed Phil Levins.</p> - -<p>"I'll bet he won't turn up," grumbled Sam, as he shied a rock into the -water. "I'd give a lot to have that race, too."</p> - -<p>"Let's take a walk," suggested Tom.</p> - -<p>"Where—up on the cliff?"</p> - -<p>"No siree! Around the base as far as we can go."</p> - -<p>"All right, son, we'll do it," agreed Sam. "If Fenton comes along, -he'll know how to find us."</p> - -<p>Thick vegetation, at times, forced them toward the base of the cliff, -while at others they skirted along the bank. Pretty wild flowers -nodded in the breeze and brilliant-hued butterflies hovered about. -Occasionally, a rustle amidst the underbrush indicated the presence of -some startled creature.</p> - -<p>Straight ahead, bright in the sunlight, loomed the towering walls of -Crescent Mountain, its opposite neighbor being partly hidden by the -cliff near at hand.</p> - -<p>At length the end of the island was reached, and the boys only stopped -where the cliff, rising straight out of the water, barred further -progress.</p> - -<p>"A daisy view," commented Tom. "Look at the current, Sam—pretty strong -even here, eh?"</p> - -<p>"That's right, Tommy. I wouldn't care to be more than fifty feet from -shore. Nice fresh breeze, too, though we don't get so much of it on -this side."</p> - -<p>Sam seated himself, the others following his example. Now and then a -stick or branch floated slowly by, occasionally caught by some counter -current and swung in to shore, only to again be started on its journey -toward the gorge of Canyon River.</p> - -<p>Sam picked up a stout limb and sent it far out, then idly watched the -current carrying it away.</p> - -<p>"Wonder, Tom," he said, reflectively, "what kind of a journey the thing -will have. Maybe it will go over that mysterious falls."</p> - -<p>"I'm sure I don't care. Let's skip back, and see if Fenton has come."</p> - -<p>"You run over and see, Tommy, like a good fellow."</p> - -<p>"I will not, you lazy-bones. What are your legs for?"</p> - -<p>"Lots of things," laughed Sam, as he made a lunge for Tom. But the -latter jumped nimbly aside.</p> - -<p>The boys started to retrace their steps and presently reached a point -from which the "Spray" could be seen. They saw that no one was on the -beach, while the clear expanse of Mountain Lake was unspotted by craft -of any kind.</p> - -<p>"I told you so, Tom Clifton."</p> - -<p>"Never mind—let's sit down and wait."</p> - -<p>Suddenly a shout came from Phil Levins, who had lagged in the rear. It -was so full of terror, that Sam and Tom looked at each other in wonder -and alarm.</p> - -<p>"What's up now?" gasped the latter.</p> - -<p>Phil was waving his arms wildly.</p> - -<p>"Hurry up—hurry up!" he yelled, frantically, and the Ramblers broke -into a run.</p> - -<p>Over bushes and rocks they dashed, until they caught sight of something -which seemed to make their blood run cold. Their faces blanched.</p> - -<p>A quarter of a mile away, caught in the treacherous current of Canyon -River, was the "Dauntless," her white hull sparkling in the sunshine -and her tapering mast bobbing back and forth against the background of -cliffs.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</a></h2> - -<h3>HOWARD IN DANGER</h3> - - -<p>"It's Howard Fenton!" cried Sam Randall, in terrified tones. "Can't -something be done to save him?"</p> - -<p>"The boat will be carried into the gorge, as sure as fate," groaned -Phil Levins. "See—it's moving faster every minute."</p> - -<p>"Awful!" breathed Tom Clifton. "Awful to stand here and see that!"</p> - -<p>Into the minds of each flashed the dreadful conviction that Howard -Fenton was doomed. Spellbound, they watched the "Dauntless" struggling -in the current, tossing about like a chip, now floating broadside, -then stern foremost, and each moment nearing the dark, gloomy gorge of -Canyon River.</p> - -<p>Sam Randall brought out his field-glass.</p> - -<p>"I see Howard plainly," he gasped. "He's holding on to a rope. The -water is rough out there. Great Scott! This is terrible!"</p> - -<p>"I wonder how it happened," groaned pale-faced Tom Clifton.</p> - -<p>"It seems like an awful dream," panted Phil. "See how fast the -'Dauntless' is going now. In a few minutes he'll be in the gorge."</p> - -<p>"Oh, why did we ever ask Howard to come over?"</p> - -<p>Sam Randall directed his glass toward the base of the cliff, and a -shiver ran through him.</p> - -<p>A ridge of white foam shot up against the dark rocks which rose sheer -from the water. There was nothing in that glance to inspire hope, and -breathlessly they waited.</p> - -<p>Glittering in the sunshine, the white hull, tossing and pitching -violently, shot toward the base of Round Mountain.</p> - -<p>"Poor Howard," groaned Sam. "No hope now. The 'Dauntless' is in the -gorge."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a name="illus3" id="illus3"></a> - <br /> - <img src="images/illus3.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p>"THE DAUNTLESS IS IN THE GORGE."</p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>He turned away to hide his feelings, and when he looked again the boat -was sweeping rapidly between the cliffs. Silently the boys watched, -until the jutting crag hid it from view, and then, with heavy hearts, -retraced their steps. For some time none could trust themselves to -speak.</p> - -<p>"What an awful difference a few hours has made," said Sam, finally, in -an unsteady voice. "Poor Howard, I can't understand how he was ever -caught like that."</p> - -<p>"Looked to me as if the 'Dauntless' had lost its rudder," answered -Phil, tremulously. "The wind's pretty strong, too, and if an accident -happened near the passageway it would be easy to get carried out."</p> - -<p>"Never felt so bad in all my life," put in Tom Clifton. "Fenton was -such a jolly good chap."</p> - -<p>"I can't help feeling that Howard will be saved in some way," said Sam.</p> - -<p>But Phil Levins shook his head gloomily.</p> - -<p>"You don't know Canyon River, Sam," he exclaimed. "Everybody will tell -you that Fenton hasn't a chance."</p> - -<p>They soon reached the "Spray," and hastily embarked. So eager were they -to get ashore that the boat seemed to move at a snail's pace. But once -outside the passageway, a good, stiff breeze carried them along at a -rattling clip. They were obliged to tack many times, and their patience -was sorely tried.</p> - -<p>At length, however, the hotel wharf was reached, and the boys jumped -ashore.</p> - -<p>They found great excitement at the Resort House. Groups had -congregated, eagerly discussing the accident.</p> - -<p>The arrival of Sam, Tom and Phil furnished fresh interest. The three -were besieged with questions, and they, in turn, asked many others.</p> - -<p>"Yes, we saw it," said Philip Brown, the proprietor's son. "A searching -party has already gone off to the place where Canyon River comes out of -the gorge. Dear knows how long it will take them to get there."</p> - -<p>"An' when they do, 'twon't be any use, I calc'late," remarked "Big -Bill" Dugan, the stage-driver. "I tole Fenton many a time ter look out -fur that current. Awful news fur his dad, when he gits back."</p> - -<p>"Where is Mr. Fenton?" asked Sam.</p> - -<p>"Went a-ridin' jist afore Howard put off in the boat. It beats me, it -does—this business."</p> - -<p>"Say, Sam, let's go over to White Rocks," suggested Phil Levins. -"Coming, Tom? You can get a good idea of the current there."</p> - -<p>"Like as not yer'll drop in," growled Dugan. "Best keep away. It's -'nuff ter have one stranger carried down, without bein' plumb crazy -'nuff ter run any more chances."</p> - -<p>But the boys had already started off.</p> - -<p>The White Rocks were a series of huge boulders and flat stones which -extended into the lake not far from the base of Round Mountain.</p> - -<p>Led by Phil Levins, the boys were soon making their way from rock to -rock. But Tom Clifton finally balked. The distance which separated him -from the next was a little more than he cared to cross.</p> - -<p>"Better not go out any further, fellows," he cautioned.</p> - -<p>"Wait here, Tom. Your legs ain't quite long enough," replied Sam, as he -made a flying leap.</p> - -<p>Phil Levins, like most of the village boys, had often been out on the -Rocks, and knew the easiest way, but Sam Randall drew many a long -breath during the time that he was jumping and scrambling from one to -another.</p> - -<p>"Christopher! Isn't it terrific!" he cried, when they finally came to a -pause on the smooth, flat top of a rock near the outer end.</p> - -<p>The water foamed and boiled against its sides; miniature whirlpools -formed here and there, while long, rippling swells with a glassy -surface separated them from the boulders beyond.</p> - -<p>Above all other sounds was the steady roar of the torrent thundering -toward the barrier. As if angry at resistance, it lashed itself into -a fury, beating and splashing against the sullen cliff. Hurled back, -its blue-green waves, patched with foam, paused for an instant before -rushing in mad triumph toward the gorge of Canyon River, about fifty -yards ahead.</p> - -<p>Sam Randall was fascinated at the spectacle. From where they stood, it -was possible to see down-stream for a considerate distance, and the -boys eagerly turned their gaze in that direction, vainly hoping that -the "Dauntless" might be somewhere in sight.</p> - -<p>"Well, what do you think of it now?" asked Phil Levins, at length.</p> - -<p>"I give up. No one would have the least chance in such a current," said -Sam, in a hollow voice.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI</a></h2> - -<h3>"LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP"</h3> - - -<p>Dick Travers dropped his gun and frantically seized a stout sapling -which grew close to the edge. A cry of horror escaped his lips, as -it began to bend beneath his weight, and his hands to glide over the -slippery surface.</p> - -<p>"Dave—Bob!" he yelled, despairingly. "Help!"</p> - -<p>Through the crevice, narrow as it was, came a patch of light. He turned -his head, to shut out the view of the awful chasm below, but in even -that quick glance the jutting crags and great boulders strewn about the -base were indelibly fixed upon his memory.</p> - -<p>The sapling was still bending, but with the grip of despair he clung to -it, fearing each instant to hear the fatal snap.</p> - -<p>"Help! Bob, Dave!" he gasped again. "Help!"</p> - -<p>Then his dangling feet bumped against the face of the cliff and struck -a projection. Daring to look down again, he saw a ledge about a foot -wide, and hope sprang within him.</p> - -<p>A crashing through the underbrush sounded from above and three pale -faces were gazing into his own.</p> - -<p>"We'll save you," cried Dave Brandon. "Courage, old man!"</p> - -<p>"Hurry," gasped Dick. Drops of perspiration stood out on his forehead, -but Dave's voice cheered him.</p> - -<p>"Lucky we brought a rope along," panted Dave. "Quick—make a noose—put -it around me!"</p> - -<p>Bob Somers had implicit confidence in Dave Brandon, and asked no -questions. In a moment the noose was slipped over his sturdy shoulders -and under his arms.</p> - -<p>"Now pass the end around that tree," instructed Dave, hurriedly. "Hang -on to it, Bob. Here, Jim, grab hold of my legs, and don't let go."</p> - -<p>"Hurry up, fellows," came a cry from below.</p> - -<p>"Courage, old boy," sang out Bob. "We're coming."</p> - -<p>Dave threw himself flat on the ground and worked his way to the edge of -the opening, then leaned far over.</p> - -<p>Havens, with a firm grip on the stout boy's legs, twisted his arm -around a convenient sapling.</p> - -<p>"I've got you, Brandon," he said grimly.</p> - -<p>Farther and farther Dave stretched over. He paid no heed to the yawning -depths. All he saw was Dick Travers' fear-stricken face just below.</p> - -<p>A few inches more, and the "poet's" strong hands closed with a -vise-like grip over his fellow Rambler's wrist.</p> - -<p>"Keep a tight grip on the sapling, Dick," he commanded, in a tense -voice, and the other obeyed.</p> - -<p>It was a thrilling moment for all. But Dave's strength was equal to the -emergency. With a mighty effort, he began to work his way back inch by -inch.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers, after fastening the rope securely, sprang forward. No words -were spoken. Dave Brandon grunted and groaned, while the perspiration -rolled off his round face.</p> - -<p>Presently Bob Somers leaned over and grabbed Dick Travers' left arm. -Up, up came the dangling form.</p> - -<p>"Now, Havens, pull for all you are worth," panted Dave. "Pull like the -dickens," and Jim bent all his strength to the task.</p> - -<p>Another instant, and Dick was seized by the waistband and dragged over -the edge to safety.</p> - -<p>It would be hard to give an idea of the thankfulness that was in the -hearts of all. For several moments, Dick Travers lay without speaking. -The shock had been a severe one.</p> - -<p>"Thanks, fellows," was all he said, finally. But his tone spoke volumes.</p> - -<p>"Look before you leap next time, Dick," observed Jim Havens. "Lots of -dangerous places around these mountains."</p> - -<p>"You bet I will. Crickets! It was awful to hang over that chasm. I felt -sure the sapling was going to snap," and Dick shuddered at the thought.</p> - -<p>Still puffing and blowing, Dave Brandon was busy wiping his perspiring -face, while he lay at full length on the ground.</p> - -<p>None of them felt quite in the mood for hunting, and the stout boy -finally proposed that they return to the dugout.</p> - -<p>"I need a good, square meal," he said.</p> - -<p>"And you deserve it, too," said Dick, heartily. "Let's vamoose."</p> - -<p>Tired and hungry, they finally pushed through the last belt of timber, -and came in view of the dugout.</p> - -<p>"Well, well, who in the world is that?" exclaimed Bob Somers in -surprise, as he observed a figure sitting on a log before the entrance, -calmly smoking a big pipe.</p> - -<p>"By the flying partridge, a visitor out here," laughed Dave.</p> - -<p>"Didn't know we had any neighbors in this block," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"Think I know that feller," put in Havens. "Looks like Hank Merwin, the -trapper."</p> - -<p>The visitor did not arise as the boys approached. He was evidently a -very tall, raw-boned man, and his face was bronzed to almost the color -of an Indian's. He rested a Winchester rifle across his knees, and -fastened to his belt was a holster containing a huge Colt revolver.</p> - -<p>He looked impassively at the campers, then drawled, slowly, "Wal, -young uns, arternoon!"</p> - -<p>"Hello, Hank!" greeted Jim, familiarly. "These are some friends of mine -out hunting and fishing. Speak your names, fellows."</p> - -<p>Hank Merwin listened calmly. His face was as expressionless as a wooden -Indian's.</p> - -<p>"Huntin' an' fishin', eh? Wal, I happened along this way, and I sees -that some one was a-usin' the dugout, so I stays."</p> - -<p>"Glad you did, Hank," said Jim, cordially. "Grub with us to-night."</p> - -<p>"Don't mind if I do."</p> - -<p>When everything was under way, Dick Travers brought out his camera.</p> - -<p>"As long as we have a real trapper here," he announced, "I'm going to -take a picture of the whole crowd."</p> - -<p>"Knew a feller oncet who had one of them jiggers," observed Hank, -slowly. "I never had no picter of myself."</p> - -<p>"Well, I'll give you one of these," said Dick. "Step this way, -gentlemen, and get your phizzes taken. Get up, Dave. Stay right where -you are, Hank."</p> - -<p>He stepped back, while the others ranged themselves around. There was -a sharp click, and Dick announced that it was all over.</p> - -<p>"I'm going to take some wild animals with this, Hank," he said.</p> - -<p>"Wild critters, eh, lad?"</p> - -<p>Hank's gray eyes rested on the youthful photographer. Then he gazed -reflectively at the rings of smoke again.</p> - -<p>"Mebbe I kin help ye," he said, kindly. "Kin ye take one of them -picters at night—by jacklight?"</p> - -<p>"By jacklight?" questioned Dick, in puzzled tones.</p> - -<p>"Sartingly! But perhaps you never hearn tell of it?"</p> - -<p>"Hank often goes out hunting by jacklight," interposed Havens. "He has -a lamp in front of his boat, and a reflector sends the light an awful -way ahead. Well—moose and deer are fond of feeding on lily-pads and -grasses near the shore, and every once in a while he runs across 'em."</p> - -<p>"Should think they would scoot away like sixty," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"They don't. The light sort of blinds them and they can't see the -hunter."</p> - -<p>"Wal, lad," continued Hank Merwin, "kin ye take a picter by that 'ere -light?"</p> - -<p>"You just bet I can," cried the official photographer, -enthusiastically. "I've got a lot of flashlight powder, and it will -be as easy as rolling off a log. Thanks awfully, Hank. Snap-shots by -jacklight sounds fine, eh, Bob?"</p> - -<p>"Right you are."</p> - -<p>"Wal, whenever you takes the notion, look me up," said Hank, "but you'd -best wait 'til thar ain't no moon."</p> - -<p>Dick Travers was delighted at the prospect, and the others were no less -pleased.</p> - -<p>After supper, sitting before a pleasant fire, Hank Merwin, who had -taken a great fancy to the boys, related many thrilling incidents -in his life as a trapper. The moon rose above the belt of timber, -enveloping the landscape in its pale greenish light; the whispering -breeze brought with it many strange sounds from the forest, and, as the -fire crackled and glowed, sending up showers of dancing sparks, the -boys were more and more charmed with life in the open.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII</a></h2> - -<h3>DOWN THE GORGE</h3> - - -<p>During the week, the boys went out on several hunting expeditions. Many -quail and jack-rabbits fell victims to their good aim. Dick Travers had -been gradually developing what Dave described as a severe attack of -"photographis nightowlis." He was constantly talking of Hank Merwin and -the promised jacklight expedition, and Dave was sympathetic.</p> - -<p>"Before it gets any worse, fellows, we'd better pull up stakes for a -while," he said.</p> - -<p>"That's good," approved Havens. "We can come back to the dugout any -time," and, Bob agreeing, the matter was thereupon settled.</p> - -<p>One morning, bright and early, they were ready to start. A great part -of the outfit was hidden, the hunters carrying only what was absolutely -necessary. Of course each was provided with a stout pole having a spike -at the end.</p> - -<p>"We'll have a dandy time out with Hank Merwin," said Havens. "He looks -solemn enough—never smiles—but he'll treat you white."</p> - -<p>At the first clearing, a magnificent view brought forth delighted -exclamations. Streamers of purple mist hung over the valley, while -the early morning sun cast a rosy glow over the snow-covered mountain -summits which stood out against a pearly green sky.</p> - -<p>Masses of pink and white laurel, gay in sunlight and cool in shadow, -sent forth their delicate odors to mingle with those of the wild rose -and grape blossoms.</p> - -<p>Presently Bob Somers held up his hand—"Listen."</p> - -<p>A faint musical murmur reached their ears.</p> - -<p>"It's a cascade," announced Havens. "Let's steer for it."</p> - -<p>As they progressed, the sound changed into a steady roar. It was not -difficult to guide themselves by it, nor easy to go in a direct line, -on account of irregularities in the mountain slope. Dense masses of -vegetation also interfered, but by persevering for about fifteen -minutes the boys emerged from a heavy belt of timber, to find an -extensive prospect opening out before them.</p> - -<p>"Gee willikens! Isn't that a wonderful sight!" cried Dick Travers, -enthusiastically.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho—the finest I ever saw," sighed the "poet."</p> - -<p>"Perfectly stunning!" burst out Bob Somers, while Havens smiled at -their enthusiasm.</p> - -<p>Rising almost perpendicularly, a gigantic wall of whitish rock jutted -out from the side of a gorge. Perhaps a hundred feet above them, a -foaming, glittering stream dashed over the edge, spreading out like -a fan in its descent, and dashing with a thunderous roar upon the -rocks below. Clouds of mist rose above the boiling, bubbling water and -showers of dancing drops glittered like diamonds in the sunlight.</p> - -<p>The four approached the edge of the ravine that hemmed in the torrent. -Havens, shouting at the top of his voice, explained that a short -distance further along there was another cascade.</p> - -<p>Dave nodded. Then he slowly raised his arm and pointed upward to the -mountain slope beyond.</p> - -<p>Several animals on the heights above the cascade were seen moving -about, now and then leaping lightly from rock to rock.</p> - -<p>"Big horns—mountain sheep—good eating, too," said Havens, laconically.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers brought out his field-glass. "By Jove, isn't it wonderful -how they keep their footing?" he cried. "Look, Dave!"</p> - -<p>The powerful glass brought the animals close into view, and the "poet" -gazed long and earnestly. He could see them bunch their four feet -together, poise for an instant, then leap gracefully and land on the -steepest rocks.</p> - -<p>"That's a great sight, Bob," he said, at length.</p> - -<p>"Big horns generally keep above the timber line," explained Havens. -"They go in bands of about fifty. Some of the old stagers are whoppers."</p> - -<p>"Wish I could get a snap-shot of 'em," sighed Dick.</p> - -<p>They watched the wild sheep for some time, then retraced their steps -and before long were again on their way down the mountain slopes. They -found the descent both difficult and dangerous. Gullies and precipices -were encountered, and a misstep might have resulted disastrously.</p> - -<p>It was about noon when they finally scrambled over a ledge of rocks and -reached a clear, swift-flowing stream.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, how glad I am to get down with arms and legs safe and sound," -sighed Dave.</p> - -<p>"This stream leads to the lake where Hank Merwin has his cabin," -announced Jim Havens.</p> - -<p>"That's what I call a bit of good news," said Bob. "Let's have a bite -to eat—that is if Chubby is willing."</p> - -<p>"Willing?" groaned Dave, as he lolled at full length. "I couldn't go a -step further without something to strengthen me. If there was only a -store around where a fellow could get a plate of ice cream, eh? Um—um."</p> - -<p>"Wish to thunder we could swim to Hank Merwin's," remarked Dick, with a -glance toward the swift current.</p> - -<p>"Not as much as I do," said Dave, languidly.</p> - -<p>"Hank is a crackerjack at cooking," put in Havens. "Most likely he'll -get up a fine spread, if we reach there in time."</p> - -<p>"Eh? That sounds interesting," said Dave. "We must give him a chance. -Come ahead, fellows," and he sank back on the turf and closed his eyes.</p> - -<p>A little judicious tickling with a blade of grass soon brought him to -his feet, however, whereupon the boys, in single file, began to trudge -along the bank.</p> - -<p>In about half an hour they reached a dilapidated log cabin.</p> - -<p>"H'm—about the worst wreck I ever saw," commented Bob. "Struck by -lightning, blown over by a cyclone, or knocked out by an earthquake?"</p> - -<p>"All three—I should say," chimed in Dick, with a grin. "More logs lying -about the ground than on the walls."</p> - -<p>"Hey, fellows, I've got an idea," said Bob, suddenly. "A dandy one, -too."</p> - -<p>"Quick—speak out. Don't let it get away," grinned Dick. "Something -tells me it's something."</p> - -<p>"Well, why not make a raft?"</p> - -<p>"A raft!" echoed his companions.</p> - -<p>"Yes! Why not? That's better than swimming, isn't it? We ought to be -able to steer with a couple of poles, all right, and keep out of the -way of rocks, eh, Havens? Dandy fun, besides."</p> - -<p>Jim reflected. "A good scheme, Bob. Only there are some pretty swift -rapids. We might get upset in the middle of one—that sounds nice, eh?"</p> - -<p>"But if we walk," drawled Dave, "it means a lot more climbing, doesn't -it?"</p> - -<p>"Sure thing," said Jim.</p> - -<p>"Then I say, real loud, build a raft—but do you think it can be done?" -An anxious look came over the stout boy's face.</p> - -<p>"Of course," asserted Bob, confidently.</p> - -<p>"But how? Don't keep me in suspense. My! Wouldn't it be great to float -down that stream."</p> - -<p>"By Jove, there are enough loose logs around to build two rafts, -Chubby," said Bob. "Don't you see 'em? But let's begin on the job."</p> - -<p>"I'm willing, if the rest are," put in Jim Havens, slowly.</p> - -<p>"Hurrah for the raft!" shouted Bob.</p> - -<p>In a few minutes the four guns were stacked, their outfits piled in -a heap, and then the sound of axe and hatchet resounded through the -forest. Cutting the logs to the proper length was a hard task, but -the boys worked with a vim and were rewarded by success. A sufficient -number finally lay at the water's edge.</p> - -<p>"Now, fellows, we need tough roots to bind 'em together," said Bob. -"Must be lots around."</p> - -<p>"And with the old door from the cabin nailed across it ought to be -solid," said Dick.</p> - -<p>The work progressed rapidly. The raft was not a thing of beauty, but -it promised to hold together. The roots used were extremely tough and -flexible, and, fortunately, great quantities were close at hand. Bound -securely with these, and braced by strips from the door, the raft was -completed to their satisfaction.</p> - -<p>"Now we'll fashion a couple of paddles, and begin our voyage," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"Don't forget a rest for the guns," put in Dave.</p> - -<p>"That's so, my boy. Great head."</p> - -<p>"A couple of short logs, with a strip nailed across the tops, will do -the trick."</p> - -<p>"Somebody's got to look out for 'em, though. You will, Dave?—good."</p> - -<p>At last, everything was ready. The raft had been built on a shelving -bank, and after a hard tussle was set afloat.</p> - -<p>"All aboard the 'Mayflower'!" yelled Bob. He stood, paddle in hand, -with Havens at his side.</p> - -<p>"Let 'er go, cap'n!" cried Dave. "All overboard at the next rock. -Hurrah! We're off, and still on!"</p> - -<p>The clumsy pile of logs swung slowly out, then caught by the swift -current, began its voyage down-stream.</p> - -<p>With but little effort the boys kept it well out from the shore, and -the motion was delightful.</p> - -<p>"Whoop la! This is dandy," cried Dick, in great glee. "It beats walking -all hollow, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, what views—look at the reflections," said Dave.</p> - -<p>"And isn't the water clear?" put in Bob. "You can see the bottom."</p> - -<p>"We'll see it closer, if you don't keep her steady," said Havens, with -a laugh.</p> - -<p>At good speed, they swept along. The stream soon widened out, each -shore presenting a most picturesque appearance. Oaks and maples hung -far over, and occasionally a birch stood out sharply white against its -fellows.</p> - -<p>"Rocks ahead! Port your helm," sang out Dick.</p> - -<p>"Aye, aye, sir!" laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>The two navigators pushed their poles down against the pebbly bottom -and by exerting all their strength succeeded in swinging the unwieldy -craft to one side.</p> - -<p>But an instant later, a terrific jolt made Havens sit down with a thud.</p> - -<p>"By jingo!" cried Dick. "We're stuck."</p> - -<p>He had hardly uttered the words, however, when the mass of logs slowly -ground off the submerged rock into clear water again.</p> - -<p>"And this is just the beginning," remarked Havens, rubbing his legs. -"Nothing soft about these logs, fellows."</p> - -<p>"Hello, we're going into a canyon soon, sure as blazes," remarked Dick, -rather apprehensively. "I'll bet the old thing hits a rock and busts."</p> - -<p>The valley began to narrow, and before many minutes had elapsed the -raft was running between high, precipitous banks, then, swinging around -a bend, the walls of a canyon came into view.</p> - -<p>"We're in for it now," said Havens, with a long breath. "Wow!"</p> - -<p>As they entered the dark gorge, a chilling breeze swept in their faces; -the current fairly raced along, and, as the voyagers looked up at the -straight walls of rock, they began to doubt the wisdom of their course. -Rocks, and snags, too, were numerous.</p> - -<p>"Mind your eye!" yelled Havens. "If we get dumped into this pocket, -we'll be in a mess, sure enough."</p> - -<p>"You bet we will," panted Bob. "Look out for that rock straight ahead, -Jim. Now—both together."</p> - -<p>By vigorous efforts, they once more kept clear of the obstruction, -then, as the gorge became still narrower, they were obliged to redouble -their efforts.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, real exciting sport, this," remarked Dave.</p> - -<p>"Just a bit too much so," grumbled Dick. "Wow! We're coming to another -bend."</p> - -<p>"Canyon ends just beyond it," called out Havens. "Look out, though, -we're coming to the worst stretch of all."</p> - -<p>With a rush and a roar, the river swept around the giant cliffs. The -"Mayflower" shook convulsively, swung in a half-circle, then, gripped -by another current, wobbled violently.</p> - -<p>Only quick work prevented a catastrophe, and all breathed a sigh of -relief when the wider valley was again reached.</p> - -<p>As the raft approached a clump of trees, a flock of ducks arose with -cries of alarm.</p> - -<p>"Hey there, ye chumps—what d'ye mean by scarin' away them ducks?" -yelled a stentorian voice.</p> - -<p>A tall, lank figure stepped into view, and shook his fist angrily -toward the advancing raft.</p> - -<p>"'Surly Joe,'" said Havens, laconically.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII</a></h2> - -<h3>HANK MERWIN'S CABIN</h3> - - -<p>"Oh, I remember him," said Bob, surveying the hunter with interest. -"He's the old fellow we saw at the Resort House."</p> - -<p>"He of the sour face," added Dave, laughingly. "Seems real mad, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Hey, you lot of wooden heads," shouted the trapper, "what are ye doin' -out here?"</p> - -<p>"Enjoying ourselves," laughed Havens.</p> - -<p>"Wal, if ye bother my game another time, ye won't," snarled Joe. "Were -you waterbugs crazy 'nuff ter come through the canyon on that thing?"</p> - -<p>"Sure, Mr. Tomlin," grinned Dick.</p> - -<p>"Don't give me none of yer imperdence, kid. I won't stand fur no sass."</p> - -<p>"There might have been a dandy mixup if we'd been on shore," remarked -the "poet," grimly.</p> - -<p>When the sun had sunk from view behind the range of mountains the raft -entered Lake Cloud, a beautiful sheet of water about two miles long, -three-quarters broad, and partly hemmed in by mountains.</p> - -<p>The rich, dark evergreens and lofty peaks were reflected with wonderful -clearness in the limpid surface. Straight ahead, rising against the -golden sky, was a snow-capped summit, purple and hazy, while nearer at -hand were red-brown cliffs, with the higher walls still touched by a -glow of sunlight.</p> - -<p>"No words are strong enough for this scenery," declared the "poet." -"Hank Merwin certainly knows where to hang out."</p> - -<p>"There isn't a prettier place around," asserted Jim Havens. "And talk -about game—it's chuck full—bears and deer. But Hank can tell you all -about that."</p> - -<p>"Beats any place I ever saw," said Bob, enthusiastically. "Now, -fellows, we'll have to desert this good old craft."</p> - -<p>"Right you are," was Havens' rejoinder. "Hank's shack is over on the -north shore."</p> - -<p>The raft was soon poled through the lily-pads and rushes bordering the -lake, and the boys jumped ashore.</p> - -<p>"Feel kind of stiff, for a fact," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"Haven't very far to go," put in Havens, cheerfully.</p> - -<p>With a last look at the rude pile of logs which had served them so -well, the boys shouldered their outfits and started off.</p> - -<p>Hank Merwin's cabin was in a clearing behind a spur of a mountain and -not far from the lake.</p> - -<p>They found him sitting before the entrance, calmly smoking his pipe. He -looked up as the boys trooped forward, but no change of expression came -over his impassive face.</p> - -<p>"How d'ye do, young uns?" he drawled, without rising. "I've been kinder -lookin' fur ye."</p> - -<p>"And we've had a grand trip," said Havens. "A raft most of the way."</p> - -<p>"Young uns will be frisky," commented the trapper; "but I reckon, lads, -ye're hungry."</p> - -<p>The venison steak and corn dodgers, together with coffee made a very -enjoyable supper. When it was over, Hank assisted them in making bough -beds. Then they turned in, and were quickly lulled to sleep by the -whispering pines.</p> - -<p>Next morning, up bright and early, Dick Travers made several -photographs of the surrounding scenery.</p> - -<p>"Crickets, I can hardly wait for that jacklight trip to-night," he said -to Brandon.</p> - -<p>"Time will be here before you know it," drawled Dave. "I'm going to -make a sketch of the lake."</p> - -<p>Dave was only a beginner, but his work impressed Hank greatly, and his -delight was unbounded when the picture was finished and the boy, after -tacking it on the wall of the cabin, said that there it was going to -remain.</p> - -<p>Before supper, the trapper got his fourteen foot boat ready.</p> - -<p>"I can't take all of ye lads," he said, regretfully, "but some kin go -another time."</p> - -<p>In drawing lots for the coveted position of assistant to the official -photographer, Dave Brandon secured the lucky number.</p> - -<p>Eager with anticipation, Dick Travers scarcely tasted his food, and the -sight of Dave calmly munching away annoyed him.</p> - -<p>"For goodness' sake, Chub, do get excited—or something."</p> - -<p>"Let it be something," yawned Dave. "Nerve-tingling business isn't in -my line."</p> - -<p>Hank Merwin lighted the lamp on the bow of his boat, and a powerful -reflector sent a stream of light to pierce the blackness.</p> - -<p>"Jacklight's a-goin'—git aboard, lads," instructed the trapper.</p> - -<p>The boys eagerly obeyed. In a moment, comfortably seated, they heard -the faint sound of ripples lapping against the sides of the boat, then -the fire in front of the cabin gradually grew smaller.</p> - -<p>Hank handled the paddles with great skill, keeping far enough out to -clear the aquatic plants which grew in profusion.</p> - -<p>"Lads," he said, in a low voice, "no talkin'. Our frien's kin do all -that," and Dave smiled, for the voices of the two on shore reached them -with astonishing clearness.</p> - -<p>Occasionally, the cry of some bird or animal in the forest sounded -weirdly, while night-hawks, hovering over the lake, made their sharp -voices heard at frequent intervals.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho," murmured Dave; he lay back and repeated, in barely audible -tones:</p> - -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"'Softly, oh, soft! Let us rest on the oar</div> - <div class="verse">And vex not a billow that sighs to the shore.'"</div> -</div></div> - -<p>Meanwhile Dick Travers directed the rays of the lantern toward the -bank. They flitted fantastically from tree to tree, now darting between -and dragging into view some delicate tracery beyond, then shooting -across the inky black water, revealing lilies and rushes.</p> - -<p>The steady, rhythmic sound of the paddle, barely heard above the soft -lament of the pines, the faint gurgle of the water, and the easy, -gliding motion, produced a dreamy, unreal effect, which charmed the -Ramblers and soon lulled one of them to sleep.</p> - -<p>But Dick was ever alert. He strained his ears and eyes for the fairest -evidence which might indicate the presence of some wild animal, but -without avail.</p> - -<p>Still Hank Merwin paddled on—his muscular arms seemed tireless—and -still Dick shot the blinding glare over water and shore. The end of the -lake was reached. Looming faintly against the sky, they now saw a great -snow-capped peak, and Dick Travers caught a low, musical murmur.</p> - -<p>"A cascade," he whispered, and Hank, who had heard him, grunted -affirmatively.</p> - -<p>Dick began to feel that his chances of getting a photograph were very -slim indeed.</p> - -<p>A half hour passed; then a faint sound set his nerves to tingling.</p> - -<p>"Hank—Hank!" he whispered.</p> - -<p>"Sh—sh," came from the trapper.</p> - -<p>Dick felt a gleam of hope, for instantly the boat shot ahead at -redoubled speed. In spite of himself, the hand that directed the -jacklight trembled. Gradually the sound grew more distinct; its nature -puzzled the youth more and more.</p> - -<p>"What in the world can it be?" he thought. "Crickets, it sounds funny. -Wish I dared ask Hank."</p> - -<p>But there was something in the boatman's manner which impelled silence.</p> - -<p>They were skimming rapidly past the trees now. The boat shot ahead -almost noiselessly toward the mysterious sound, which seemed to be just -ahead.</p> - -<p>Dick touched Dave on the shoulder.</p> - -<p>"Wake up, wake up!" he whispered, excitedly.</p> - -<p>"'Softly, oh, soft! Let us rest on the oar,'" murmured the stout boy. -Then he sat bolt upright, with an exclamation, and peered ahead. -"What's the——" he began.</p> - -<p>But a low, stern injunction for silence from Hank Merwin cut him short.</p> - -<p>Evidently something extraordinary was going on out there in the night.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the beam from the search-light, shooting past a jutting point -of shore, fell upon a most remarkable spectacle and one which sent a -thrill through both boys.</p> - -<p>Two great animals, engaged in terrific combat, reared and plunged, as -they charged each other with lowered heads.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV</a></h2> - -<h3>A BEACON LIGHT</h3> - - -<p>"Ten days ago—ten, mind you, since poor Howard Fenton was carried into -the canyon," said Sam Randall, softly.</p> - -<p>He and Tom Clifton were seated on the porch of Rickham House. The night -was very dark, and several starlike points of light indicated the -village.</p> - -<p>Tom Clifton tilted his chair back against the wall.</p> - -<p>"Maybe it won't make Bob Somers and the rest of them feel badly," he -remarked, reflectively.</p> - -<p>"It couldn't fail to. Wonder if anything has been heard from Mr. -Fenton?"</p> - -<p>"Walter Brown says not. Very funny how he disappeared right after the -accident."</p> - -<p>"Certainly is—and never told any one where he was going. Left a lot of -stuff at the hotel, too."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps he's off in the mountains somewhere," suggested Tom. -"The searching party never found a trace of either Howard or the -'Dauntless.'"</p> - -<p>"A terrible thing—indeed it was."</p> - -<p>For a while the boys lapsed into gloomy silence.</p> - -<p>Presently Sam rose to his feet and peered earnestly in the direction of -the islands.</p> - -<p>"Hello!" he exclaimed. "Tom, do you see anything?"</p> - -<p>"Of course I do. A light—a light on Promontory. Now what in the -dickens can that be?"</p> - -<p>A tiny spot of light, seemingly suspended in the air, had suddenly -appeared in view, steadily growing brighter until it looked like a -blazing beacon.</p> - -<p>"Maybe the old log cabin is afire. I'll bet that's just what it is," -said Sam. "Christopher, where's the field-glass?"</p> - -<p>He darted inside, and presently returned.</p> - -<p>"I can't make it out," he said, finally, in a perplexed tone. "Here, -Tom, take a squint."</p> - -<p>But the younger member of the Rambler Club shook his head.</p> - -<p>"By jinks, I give it up, Sam," he remarked, slowly. "Mighty funny—I -never saw a light there before. Shouldn't wonder if some camper is -living in the old shack."</p> - -<p>"Huh! And I suppose he's making a pot of coffee."</p> - -<p>Tom laughed.</p> - -<p>"Must be a good-sized blaze to make all that light," he admitted. -"Let's take a run over to-morrow, and find out."</p> - -<p>"I've got a better scheme than that, Tommy. Why not go out a bit on the -lake now?"</p> - -<p>"Now?" echoed Tom, in astonishment.</p> - -<p>"Sure! It's a dandy night—not too much breeze. It will be lots of fun, -cruising around. Come ahead."</p> - -<p>"I'm not so anxious, Sam. It's blacker than a stack of black cats out -there. I'd rather stay on the porch."</p> - -<p>"Oh, pshaw, Tommy! Be a sport. With a lantern to keep us company, -there's nothing to be afraid of."</p> - -<p>"Oh, suffering catfish! Who said anything about being afraid, Sam -Randall?" exclaimed Tom, flaring up. "Sure we'll go." He settled his -cap firmly on his head, and then, with another glance at the distant -beacon, rose to his feet.</p> - -<p>In a few minutes the Ramblers were at the wharf. The water looked very -black, and it seemed so silent and lonely that Tom, despite his words, -felt many misgivings as he stepped aboard the "Speedy."</p> - -<p>Sam lighted a lantern; then the sail was run up, and within a quarter -of an hour they were well on their way toward the far end of the lake.</p> - -<p>"It's burning brighter than ever, Tommy, so I guess it ain't the old -shack," observed Sam; "but what in thunder do they want such a whopping -big bonfire for?"</p> - -<p>"Might be 'Little Bill' and his pals having some fun."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps. This is bully sport, eh?"</p> - -<p>Soon the thickly-wooded shore of Hemlock Island began to separate -itself from the lake, and the lofty crags of Promontory rose dimly -against the star-studded sky.</p> - -<p>At the proper time, Sam Randall skilfully brought the "Speedy" about, -and they prepared to enter the channel.</p> - -<p>Just as the sharp turn was being made, the sound of oars reached their -ears.</p> - -<p>"H'm, some of the night-picnickers, now, perhaps," muttered Sam.</p> - -<p>He half arose, in order to get a better view, and at that instant -a rowboat shot out of the passageway directly across their bow. A -collision seemed inevitable.</p> - -<p>The Ramblers gave a lusty shout; Sam swung the helm hard down, and the -sail rattled to the deck in a jiffy, but despite these efforts, the -sailboat struck the other a glancing blow near the stern.</p> - -<p>The occupant of the rowboat, however, had used his oars skilfully, and -escaped being thrown into the water by a narrow margin. The two craft -grated past each other, and quickly came to a stop. Then the oarsman, -with a couple of strokes, drew up alongside the "Speedy."</p> - -<p>As the rays of the lantern shot across his face, the boys were -profoundly astonished to recognize Mr. Fenton.</p> - -<p>"I suppose I must plead guilty to having made a blunder," said the -latter, after replying to the boys' salutations; "but surely the last -thing I expected was to encounter a boat. I must thank you for having -handled yours so nicely that I was spared a wetting."</p> - -<p>"Good thing there isn't much wind," was Sam Randall's response. Then -he added, abruptly, "We saw a light on top of the bluff, Mr. Fenton, -and thought it would be a good idea to cruise around a bit to see if we -could find out what it was."</p> - -<p>"Not remarkable, then, that we should run across each other."</p> - -<p>"Suppose you saw the bonfire? It's been making quite an illumination."</p> - -<p>Mr. Fenton did not answer for a moment, and when he spoke his voice -betrayed some embarrassment.</p> - -<p>"Yes, Sam, I noticed it," he said. "But, really, it's about time that I -got back to the hotel. It's quite a long pull, and——"</p> - -<p>"Oh, we couldn't let you row, Mr. Fenton," interrupted Sam, quickly. -"We'll tow you back."</p> - -<p>"Of course," put in Tom, wondering at the oarsman's courage in -venturing out at night in a small boat and on such dangerous waters.</p> - -<p>As if divining his thoughts, Mr. Fenton said, "It's safe enough if one -hugs the shore of Hemlock Island for some distance. That makes the way -a bit longer, but really, boys, I don't feel that I ought to put you to -the trouble."</p> - -<p>"No trouble at all," asserted Sam. He stooped down and passed over the -painter. Mr. Fenton thanked him quietly, and made it fast to his boat.</p> - -<p>As there was very little wind in the passageway, it was necessary to -use a pair of oars in bringing the "Speedy" about. Mr. Fenton clambered -over the side, and the return trip began.</p> - -<p>When they were well out in the lake again, the Ramblers looked -curiously toward the top of the cliff, but the mysterious light had -entirely vanished.</p> - -<p>With natural delicacy, neither Sam nor Tom touched upon the recent -happening, nor did Mr. Fenton himself mention it. They landed him at -the hotel wharf, then set sail for Rickham House.</p> - -<p>"Tom," remarked Sam, slowly, when they were out of hearing, "what do -you make of this adventure? Doesn't it seem kind o' queer that Mr. -Fenton should be near Promontory Island at this time of night?"</p> - -<p>"Well, rather. And he didn't seem to care to talk about that bonfire."</p> - -<p>"No—I can't make head or tail out of it, Tommy."</p> - -<p>"Perhaps the place where his son used to go has a sort of attraction -for him," said Tom, hesitatingly. "I've heard of people like that, -and——"</p> - -<p>"But it doesn't explain the light."</p> - -<p>"No!"</p> - -<p>"How long do you suppose he's been back at the hotel?"</p> - -<p>"Can't guess. Why didn't you think to ask him?"</p> - -<p>"Why didn't you?"</p> - -<p>"Well, his manner kind of rattled me," said Tom. "Never knew him to be -so cold and stiff."</p> - -<p>"You wouldn't expect him to be like he was, would you?"</p> - -<p>"No! I guess not. The shock must have been terrible."</p> - -<p>"What do you think about that bonfire, anyway?"</p> - -<p>"Give it up."</p> - -<p>Early next morning, the "Speedy" was again headed for Promontory, and, -aided by a strong breeze, reached it in a short time.</p> - -<p>Almost immediately the boys were scrambling up the cliff. They arrived -at the top much out of breath, very dusty, and also very eager.</p> - -<p>Sitting in front of the cabin was a short, stout man with a full beard -whom neither had ever seen before. He was calmly smoking a pipe.</p> - -<p>Both boys immediately noticed a great pile of charred sticks—remains -of the huge bonfire of the night before.</p> - -<p>At the sight of visitors, the man jumped to his feet.</p> - -<p>"Well, well," he said, gruffly; "in a powerful big hurry, boys, ain't -ye? Wait till you get yer breath." He waved his hand and reseated -himself. "Ever been up here before?"</p> - -<p>"Sure," answered Sam; "and it's the first time we ever met anybody. -Hello! The cabin's fixed up in great shape, eh, Tommy? New door and -window, besides a whole lot of patching."</p> - -<p>He looked inquiringly at the stout man. "Should think you'd find it -lonesome and dull up here."</p> - -<p>The other knocked the ashes out of his pipe.</p> - -<p>"Sometimes, boy," he responded, slowly, "but I don't git bothered much -by people that have questions to ask. Now I suppose you're as curious -as most people, and are a-wonderin' who the old codger is."</p> - -<p>He paused, and refilled his pipe.</p> - -<p>"Well, I'm Neil Prescott, at nobody's service."</p> - -<p>The boys grinned, and introduced themselves. Then Sam began to tell Mr. -Prescott how they had seen the light of his fire the night before.</p> - -<p>"Well, what of it?" asked the stout man, gruffly.</p> - -<p>"Nothing," said Sam, somewhat surprised. "Only I thought——"</p> - -<p>"A power of things, no doubt, an' all of 'em wrong."</p> - -<p>"You didn't need a blaze like that to cook by, did you?"</p> - -<p>"Well, well! That's a good one. I was just a-tryin' ter find out what -the village looked like."</p> - -<p>"And I guess you came pretty near doing it," said Sam, with a grin. -"If you had piled on a bit more wood, we wouldn't have run into Mr. -Fenton's boat."</p> - -<p>"Eh—what? Run into Mr. Fenton's boat?" gasped Mr. Prescott, half -rising from his seat. "Say that ag'in."</p> - -<p>"Then you know him?" broke in Tom Clifton, abruptly.</p> - -<p>"Did I say anything about knowin' 'im? Did yer hear me utter any words -to the effect that I knew him, eh?"</p> - -<p>Mr. Prescott brought out an enormous bandana handkerchief, and mopped -his perspiring forehead.</p> - -<p>"If you boys ain't quizzers from Quizzerville—well, this Mr. -What-you-may-call-him wasn't hurt, was he?"</p> - -<p>"Not so you could notice it," said Sam, flippantly. "Going to stay here -long, Mr. Prescott?"</p> - -<p>"Mebbe—mebbe not. If you hev time ter wait, I'll write out the story -of me life an' give it ter you. Where did you come from, an' what are -you doin' out here?"</p> - -<p>A grim smile played over Mr. Prescott's features. He began to speak -rapidly, and more gruffly than ever.</p> - -<p>"Answerin' questions ain't sich fun as askin' 'em, eh? 'Tain't well ter -mind other people's business, lads. Did yer ever think of that?"</p> - -<p>And, well satisfied with this home thrust, Mr. Neil Prescott laughed -gruffly.</p> - -<p>He soon became quite pleasant, however, and entertained his visitors -with several stories. But not a word of information did he volunteer -about himself. When they took their leave, Sam and Tom's curiosity, -instead of being satisfied, was aroused to a greater degree than ever.</p> - -<p>"He doesn't belong to the village," said Sam, positively, "and isn't -any hunter—you can bet on that. Wonder where in the dickens he came -from? Say—did you notice the big box of provisions he had inside?"</p> - -<p>"Yes—and the whole place was cleaned up as nice as you please. Any one -could tell that he knows Mr. Fenton, too. Wonder why he tried to bluff -us off."</p> - -<p>"It's kind of mysterious, Tommy—and I hate mysteries. You and I, old -chap, will have to clear this thing up. Neil Prescott isn't staying in -that cabin for the fun of the thing. No, sir," and Sam shook his head -with conviction.</p> - -<p>That night there was no sign of life from the solitary occupant of -Promontory Island, but late on the evening following the strange beacon -burned even more brightly than before.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV</a></h2> - -<h3>DICK'S MOOSE</h3> - - -<p>Hank Merwin ceased plying his paddle and the boat rested almost -motionless.</p> - -<p>The jacklight revealed a sight which might have thrilled even a veteran -hunter. The boys found it hard to steady their tingling nerves.</p> - -<p>"Gee!" gasped Dick Travers. "I never——"</p> - -<p>But a stern, though almost inaudible admonition from Hank Merwin -effectually silenced him.</p> - -<p>In spite of the glare of light which streamed over them, the infuriated -moose continued their deadly combat. Bellowing and snorting, they -reared and plunged, striking with both hoofs and horns, churning the -shallow water into foam and trampling down the lilies and rushes which -grew thickly about.</p> - -<p>The novelty of the situation, the weird light, cutting its way through -the blackness, and the struggle to the death, made it seem more like -some wild dream than reality, and the chums rested almost motionless, -half expecting, each moment, that their presence would be discovered.</p> - -<p>But the monarchs of the forest were too intent upon their war. Although -of clumsy build, with huge head, short neck and long, ungainly fore -legs, they moved about with wonderful speed.</p> - -<p>Suddenly their antlers came together with terrific force, and two -foam-flecked bodies swayed back and forth. The battle raged hotter. -Now the smaller animal was borne almost to his knees; then, recovering -himself, forced the other back, and the latter, in turn exerting his -enormous strength to the utmost, pushed his rival partly around.</p> - -<p>A huge head was silhouetted for an instant against the background; a -spreading pair of antlers descended. The blow was struck with all the -force that a powerful pair of shoulders could give—a blow of crushing -force.</p> - -<p>The smaller animal staggered; a snort of agony and rage echoed over the -lake, as he flopped to his knees, sending forth a circling wave to -surge against the sides of the boat.</p> - -<p>"He's done for," breathed Dick.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a name="illus4" id="illus4"></a> - <br /> - <img src="images/illus4.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p>"HE'S DONE FOR."</p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>"No—not yet. Look—he's game."</p> - -<p>The fighters were on the edge of the jacklight now, and Dick's hands -trembled with excitement as he adjusted the reflector.</p> - -<p>The moose, with a desperate effort, bravely arose and locked horns -again.</p> - -<p>Then it was that Dave Brandon aroused himself.</p> - -<p>"Quick, Dick Travers," he exclaimed, in a thrilling whisper, "quick! -What's the matter with you—get your picture!"</p> - -<p>The official photographer had almost forgotten his mission. But he -set about repairing his error with so much energy that he nearly fell -overboard.</p> - -<p>A warning "sh—sh" from Hank steadied him, and, to his relief, the -animals paid no heed.</p> - -<p>Eagerly, he again adjusted the light and sighted the camera.</p> - -<p>"Ready, Dave," he whispered. "Set off the powder."</p> - -<p>A blinding glare followed, and Dick Travers gave a low cry of triumph.</p> - -<p>"As sure as you live, I got it," he murmured, exultantly. "Christopher!"</p> - -<p>The combat was approaching an end.</p> - -<p>The larger moose backed away, then plunged forward.</p> - -<p>Crash! Its antlers landed with telling force; its antagonist staggered, -sank to his knees, then toppled heavily over, and a wave surged forth -as he fell among the water-lilies and rushes. The mountains threw back -on the night air the conqueror's bellow of triumph.</p> - -<p>Then, as if conscious for the first time of danger, the moose wheeled -sharply about and made for the shore as fast as his exhausted condition -would permit.</p> - -<p>In an instant, Dick had raised his rifle, and, seeing this, Hank Merwin -lowered his own.</p> - -<p>"At him, lad; and shoot straight," he encouraged.</p> - -<p>There was a flash and a report—the moose fell backward on his haunches.</p> - -<p>"I've got him!" yelled Dick, in great excitement.</p> - -<p>But, almost as he spoke, there was a floundering in the water; the -wounded and enraged animal staggered to his feet and charged directly -for the boat.</p> - -<p>It was a critical moment.</p> - -<p>But Hank Merwin did not lose his head. With a quick stroke, he sent the -craft forward, and, as he turned it, the rays of the jacklight swept -past the charging moose to the shore beyond.</p> - -<p>"He's coming right for us!" yelled Dick, in terror.</p> - -<p>"Don't none of yer shoot," commanded the trapper, sharply.</p> - -<p>The moose was right behind them. Its ungainly form could be dimly seen, -as it lumbered through the dense aquatic growth, bent on vengeance.</p> - -<p>But Hank shot the boat out in deep water, then quickly turned. The -jacklight was again directed toward the moose.</p> - -<p>Its rays were barely in time to reveal a most unexpected sight. The -animal suddenly staggered and fell.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers' shot, together with the wounds received in battle, had -proved too much for the gallant old beast, whose eyes glared defiance -to the last.</p> - -<p>"Hurrah!" cried the official photographer, in a wild burst of -enthusiasm. "Oh, Christopher! Isn't this a piece of luck? Got a picture -and brought down a moose—how's that, Dave, old boy?" and in his -delight, he slapped his friend vigorously on the shoulder. "Ain't I a -hunter, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, lad, didn't do bad," put in Hank, kindly, "but if the ole critter -hadn't had that tussle—wal—you'd be a heap wetter'n you are now, an' -the boat might have been smashed ter bits."</p> - -<p>"I say, Hank, could—I—I get the antlers?" asked Dick, breathlessly.</p> - -<p>"Sartin, my lad. I'll fix 'em fur ye. I'd best be gittin' ter work -right away, too."</p> - -<p>Hank Merwin's sharp hunting-knife began to do wonders. He cut and -slashed in a manner which showed his familiarity with such work. -Finally, the head, skin and several choice pieces of meat lay in the -bottom of the boat.</p> - -<p>"To-morrer we'll come over an' finish the job," declared Hank. "Ye -sartingly were in luck, lads. It was a sight that many an ole stager -in the woods ain't seen."</p> - -<p>"We've had a grand trip," said Dave, "and when we get back I'm going to -celebrate by taking the biggest snooze I ever had."</p> - -<p>Bob Somers and Jim Havens were greatly astonished when they learned -what had happened.</p> - -<p>"Christopher! Just look at that pair of horns!" exclaimed the captain, -as the moose's head was dragged ashore. "Greatest luck I ever heard -of," he added, "and if that picture only comes out right, won't it make -some of the Kingswood boys open their eyes?"</p> - -<p>"I guess it will," laughed Dick. "And we ought to have a few more -adventures before the trip is over. When do we start climbing again?"</p> - -<p>"Day after to-morrow."</p> - -<p>"Thought it was week after next," drawled Dave.</p> - -<p>"Why not stay a while longer, lads?" put in Hank Merwin.</p> - -<p>But Bob shook his head.</p> - -<p>"Sam and little Tommy Clifton must have their fling at it pretty -soon," he said. "Guess they think we're lost already."</p> - -<p>Next morning, the four piled into Hank Merwin's boat, and were paddled -to the scene of the battle. They helped the trapper skin the second -moose, and spent the rest of the day fishing. A good haul of trout -resulted.</p> - -<p>On the following morning, immediately after breakfast, Hank Merwin -rowed them to the far end of the lake. He was sorry to see them go, but -the boys assured him that they would be back in a few days.</p> - -<p>"It's funny," remarked Dick, after they had been on the way for some -time, "how close that mountain looked to the lake, and we've been -walking and walking."</p> - -<p>"And haven't even come to the base," grumbled Dave. "That's always the -way with mountains—they do it on purpose."</p> - -<p>"Notice how the trees have thinned out?" queried Havens; "well, this -place is called 'Scattered Pines.' Used to be a lot of moose around -here—guess there are still. But come ahead, fellows; we have a long -climb."</p> - -<p>Presently, between the pines, a stream appeared in view. It sang so -cheerily that Dave was charmed.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho," he murmured, as he reached the bank; "makes me think of that -poem by—"</p> - -<p>"That will do, Chubby," laughed Dick.</p> - -<p>"By Bryant. It begins—now listen——"</p> - -<p>"Great Cæsar, fellows, keep quiet," broke in Bob, in a low tone. "What -in the dickens is that straight ahead? Look, Havens—there—it moved!"</p> - -<p>"A bear, and I'll bet a grizzly," said Jim.</p> - -<p>"Where—where, for goodness' sake?" asked Dick, gazing wildly around.</p> - -<p>"Right on that fallen tree," answered Dave.</p> - -<p>"The old rascal is fishing. See—he scooped up something then."</p> - -<p>"Sure he did," agreed Havens. "Grizzlies are great fishers, and the -old dub there is so anxious to get a square meal that he hasn't even -noticed us."</p> - -<p>"Let's creep up on him," proposed Jim. "But you'll need all your nerve. -Who wants to go?"</p> - -<p>"Huh! Do you think we came out here to hunt sparrows?" whispered Dick, -scornfully, and the others smiled.</p> - -<p>Very cautiously, and keeping out of sight as much as possible, the -quartet pushed ahead, and presently arrived at a point where the bear -could be plainly seen.</p> - -<p>He was stretched out on a trunk which had fallen across the stream, -forming a natural bridge. His broad, massive head lay far over, and his -gaze was fixed intently upon the water below. His powerful right paw, -ready for instant action, hung low, but the heavy, brownish yellow form -seemed as motionless as the trunk itself.</p> - -<p>The grizzly was not resting, however, or merely enjoying the pleasant -sunshine. He was working for his living, and doing it in a thorough and -efficient manner.</p> - -<p>Quick as a flash, his paw struck the water, and when it came out, a -glistening, wriggling fish was tossed on the bank.</p> - -<p>"Fellows, I'm going to make a snap-shot of that," whispered Dick, in -great excitement. "By jingo—look at him eating! That is a sight worth -seeing, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Quick, then," said Havens, in cautious tones.</p> - -<p>With hands that trembled in spite of himself, Dick Travers sighted the -camera, and just as the grizzly was again making a catch, its click -sounded sharply.</p> - -<p>Success emboldened them to wait and try to get another. The bear -continued his feasting, and all was silent. At least the boys were sure -they were acting with commendable caution. Whether they were mistaken -in this, or whether something else attracted the animal's attention, -they never knew, but Dick Travers, about to take another look through -the camera, drew back as if he had been shot.</p> - -<p>The bear slowly turned his head; then, with a sort of coughing growl, -arose, and his powerful frame was silhouetted against the firs on the -opposite bank. In another moment, he had lumbered off the tree trunk, -and was pushing forward directly toward the venturesome hunters.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI</a></h2> - -<h3>TACKLING "OLD EPHRAIM"</h3> - - -<p>"Old Ephraim is out to investigate," declared Havens, excitedly. -"Throw down everything but your guns. Take my advice, and shin up a -tree—every blessed one of you."</p> - -<p>"But," protested Bob, "we——"</p> - -<p>Jim waved his hand impatiently.</p> - -<p>"The worst animal in the mountains to tackle," he said, earnestly. -"Better do what I say. Quick! The old brute's coming this way."</p> - -<p>The crackling of twigs and crashing among the underbrush indicated that -the bear was steadily advancing.</p> - -<p>The hunters' nerves began to tingle at the prospect of meeting such a -formidable antagonist, but a certain pride prevented them from adopting -the wisest course.</p> - -<p>Old Ephraim evidently felt that everything was not as it should be, -and seemed determined to be fully satisfied before returning to his -fishing.</p> - -<p>While the four stood irresolute, the underbrush parted, and a broad -head with a rather pointed snout came into view. A pair of small eyes -gazed inquiringly around, and their owner, taking in the young nimrods, -uttered a low growl. He seemed to be indignant at the invasion of his -domain. Such a proceeding must be discouraged.</p> - -<p>With a roar, he lumbered forward, and the Ramblers, feeling that closer -acquaintanceship was not to be desired, scattered.</p> - -<p>All but Jim Havens were startled and disconcerted at the size of the -animal, and began to regret that they were not viewing the scene nicely -perched on some branch out of reach of his terrible claws.</p> - -<p>In the meantime, the grizzly singled out Bob Somers for immediate -vengeance. The captain felt that it was too late to follow Havens' -advice. He steadied his nerves and awaited a favorable moment.</p> - -<p>"Shoot straight!" yelled Havens.</p> - -<p>Four rifles were ready, though they may have wavered a little.</p> - -<p>One of them presently spoke; a sharp report reverberated; a wreath of -bluish smoke curled lazily upward, and a terrifying roar rang out.</p> - -<p>Bob's shot had only checked the animal for an instant. It rose on its -hind legs, then dropped upon all fours again, and, maddened beyond -measure, redoubled its speed.</p> - -<p>"Run for your life, Bob," shouted Havens. "We'll get him."</p> - -<p>Then a wild chase began.</p> - -<p>Afraid of hitting their companion, the others refrained from firing, -while the captain tore around the trees with the huge animal in hot -pursuit.</p> - -<p>The three boys, with shouts and yells of encouragement, which they -hoped might also divert the bear's attention, followed. It seemed to -the frightened group that the captain was certain to be overtaken.</p> - -<p>But, with a desperate effort, Bob suddenly swerved to one side, and by -the time the clumsy brute could turn he had gained several feet.</p> - -<p>"Keep it up, Bob!" shouted Dave Brandon, encouragingly.</p> - -<p>The stout boy was puffing and blowing, but despite his handicap in -weight kept well ahead of the others.</p> - -<p>"Hi, hi! Christopher!"</p> - -<p>"Great Cæsar!"</p> - -<p>"My eye!"</p> - -<p>Bob had reached the bank, and the grizzly was again almost within -reach. A quick glance over his shoulder told him that a turn to either -the right or left might be disastrous. Then, without hesitation, he -threw aside his gun and plunged into the stream.</p> - -<p>The bear, as if puzzled by this strange proceeding, stood for a moment -gazing after the swimmer. But he did not mean to be cheated in such a -fashion as that. With another hoarse growl, his ponderous body sent the -water splashing.</p> - -<p>Two shots rang out almost simultaneously.</p> - -<p>"You missed him," called out Havens, his eyes shining with excitement. -"Come ahead—we've got him!"</p> - -<p>At full speed, he led the way toward the fallen tree. But the remnants -of the grizzly's feast had made the trunk very slippery. Jim Havens' -right foot began to slide—he gave an exclamation—then the left gave -way.</p> - -<p>The rifle dropped from his grasp; he flung his arms wildly over his -head, and, with a lusty yell of dismay, plunged forward and landed in -the water with a tremendous splash.</p> - -<p>When, coughing and spluttering, he arose to the surface, it was about -ten feet further down-stream.</p> - -<p>"Wow—I—I——"</p> - -<p>But a sharp report drowned the rest of his sentence.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon had succeeded in crossing the natural bridge just as the dripping -bear clambered out on the opposite side. He sank to one knee, and fired.</p> - -<p>The grizzly rose on its hind legs, its mouth opened, showing an array -of formidable teeth; then, with a last defiant snarl, Old Ephraim fell -heavily over, gave several convulsive movements and finally lay limp and -lifeless.</p> - -<p>"Hurrah!" yelled Bob Somers.</p> - -<p>He stood on the bank, with his wet clothes clinging tightly to him and -his hair matted fantastically to his forehead.</p> - -<p>"Bully boy!" yelled Havens, who had scrambled ashore; "and I had an -idea you couldn't shoot."</p> - -<p>"Oh, no, he can't. Dave is the champion nimrod of the crowd," laughed -Dick Travers. "Christopher—some excitement, eh?" Then he burst out -laughing. "You're not hurt, are you, Havens?" he asked. "Honest, you -were the funniest thing I ever saw when you went in."</p> - -<p>"The whole thing was a comedy of errors," smiled Bob.</p> - -<p>"It's lucky I didn't fall on a rock," said Havens, with a very faint -grin. "That old fish-eating monster caused us a peck of trouble. And my -rifle—we'll have to dig that up," he added, ruefully. "Somers, you and -I are pretty sights."</p> - -<p>The two dry nimrods and the two wet were soon examining the carcass. It -was a monster, over eight feet long, and probably weighing about nine -hundred pounds.</p> - -<p>The task of skinning Old Ephraim was not an easy one, but Havens' -experience counted. When the work was finally accomplished, all -realized that it would be impossible to reach the mountain top that -night.</p> - -<p>"What's the odds?" remarked Bob. "We're not in any hurry."</p> - -<p>Four o'clock found the boys weary, footsore, and looking for a camp. -They were a long way up the mountain.</p> - -<p>During the march, Dick Travers, who carried a shotgun, brought down a -brace of quail.</p> - -<p>When they came to a stop, it was at a point where a barren, rocky area -surrounded them. Evidently at some remote period a fearful convulsion -of nature had split and rent the great rocks and piled others together -in the utmost confusion.</p> - -<p>Looming against the sky, high above, was a rounded summit of the purest -white.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon and Dick Travers rested by the wayside, while Bob Somers -and Jim went off on a skirmishing expedition toward a belt of timber.</p> - -<p>In a few moments, shouts were heard.</p> - -<p>"Think there's anything up?" asked Dick, in an anxious voice.</p> - -<p>"No! Bob doesn't yell as if a bear was after him," laughed Dave. "Here -they come. What's that he says?"</p> - -<p>"Found a cave, and a whopper, too."</p> - -<p>"H'm—only hope it has a nice smooth floor, a soda fountain, and——"</p> - -<p>"Hello, boys, we've struck a dandy place for a camp," called Bob; he -arrived, panting and gleeful. "Finest cave you ever saw, Chubby," he -declared.</p> - -<p>"A crackerjack," added Havens. "Let's tote the stuff over, and get our -grub."</p> - -<p>In a few minutes, the boys reached the entrance, which was partially -concealed by a fringe of bushes.</p> - -<p>"Did you fellows have the nerve to go in there?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Not until we made sure that it was safe," responded Jim.</p> - -<p>Dick eagerly pushed aside the bushes, and entered. For a moment -everything was black, and he lingered on the threshold, fearing that -some pitfall might be close at hand. Then, as he stepped forward, his -eyes gradually accustomed themselves to the dim light which filtered in -through the entrance.</p> - -<p>But this disappeared almost entirely, as Dave's stout form squeezed -through. Dick lighted a match.</p> - -<p>When the tiny flame flared up, he uttered an exclamation of -astonishment. It seemed as if he had been transported into some fairy -chamber of wondrous beauty.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII</a></h2> - -<h3>ON THE MOUNTAIN</h3> - - -<p>From the lofty roof hung stalactites which flashed and sparkled in -the light, while the walls were formed of smooth rock of astonishing -whiteness.</p> - -<p>Dick lighted another match, and pushed forward over the hard floor.</p> - -<p>"By Jove, isn't this great, Chubby?" he exclaimed. "Hello, as I live, -another chamber."</p> - -<p>His voice reverberated in a series of roars and he wondered if the -stout boy understood. But Dave was soon at his side, and the others -followed.</p> - -<p>As a flood of light illuminated the interior brightly, a murmur of -admiration arose. From almost every nook and corner, the rays were -flashed back in dazzling gleams, while fantastic groups of stalactites -sparkled with a delicate, silvery whiteness.</p> - -<p>"Swell, eh?" said Havens.</p> - -<p>"I should say so," cried Dick. "Like some enchanted region. Let's go -in the other chamber." Around a huge pillar of rock, a cavern somewhat -larger was entered.</p> - -<p>Presently, Bob Somers grasped Dave by the arm. "Listen! Don't I hear -the sound of running water?" asked Bob. "That's where the sound comes -from. Look out, fellows!" he pointed his torch toward a yawning pit -which extended across the floor.</p> - -<p>The quartet cautiously approached.</p> - -<p>The steady swash of running water reached their ears, but the torches, -held low, revealed nothing but the rocky sides of the pit. Its lower -portion was wrapped in inky blackness.</p> - -<p>Despite the strangeness of their surroundings, the boys slept as -soundly as they ever did in their lives.</p> - -<p>"Gee whitaker!"</p> - -<p>Bob Somers raised himself on his elbow, and looked at his watch. "Eight -o'clock! Wake up, fellows!" he cried.</p> - -<p>The reverberations promptly aroused Havens and Dick, but the "poet -laureate" lay still.</p> - -<p>"Get up, Chub!" yelled Dick. "Whoop la!"</p> - -<p>"Lemme be—I've just turned in," protested Dave. "Lemme be! If you -don't, I'll hurt somebody."</p> - -<p>But in spite of this awful threat, he was promptly dragged to his feet.</p> - -<p>"Fellows," he said, after breakfast, "let's leave the bearskin here. It -ought to be perfectly safe, eh, Havens?"</p> - -<p>"Sure thing. We can blaze a trail, and find the cave again easy enough."</p> - -<p>After concealing the entrance as well as possible, the hunters began -their toilsome climb.</p> - -<p>Great masses of whitish clouds flecked the blue sky, and the -snow-capped summit was often hidden. They saw plenty of small game -and several times heard the cry of wolves. Jim Havens blazed a trail -through the deep pine and oak forests.</p> - -<p>About noon they came to a small clearing and a halt was made.</p> - -<p>"Weather's beginning to look threatening, fellows," observed Jim -Havens. "Shouldn't wonder if a storm was coming up."</p> - -<p>"Neither would I," said Bob. "We haven't had a drop of rain since -starting."</p> - -<p>"But managed to get wet, just the same," grinned Havens.</p> - -<p>Lunch over, the climb was resumed.</p> - -<p>"Wish we'd run across some big horns or goats," grumbled Dick, wiping -his forehead.</p> - -<p>"Too early for that, Dick. They don't often come down below the timber -line," said Havens.</p> - -<p>"Sort of high-livers, eh?" laughed Dave.</p> - -<p>"Yes, and look down on most of the other critters, though painters -often get after 'em."</p> - -<p>At each open space, the quartet looked anxiously aloft, but there was -always another ridge ahead and the summit seemed as far away as ever.</p> - -<p>"Don't believe we can get any nearer," grumbled Dave. "This mountain's -growing. Bet we're further away than when we started."</p> - -<p>"There! Another cloud has bumped into the old thing," broke in Dick.</p> - -<p>"Crickets, seems funny to have clouds coming to meet us," remarked -Dick. "Gee! The wind is getting a bit too strong for comfort."</p> - -<p>A harsh scream suddenly startled the boys, and, as they looked -overhead, a bird with great, spreading wings soared above the tree tops.</p> - -<p>"A bald eagle," said Havens. "We might have plugged the old robber."</p> - -<p>"Why do you call him a robber?" asked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Because he doesn't mind stealing. The old codger will watch a hawk -catch a fish, bird or small animal, then sweep down, and the meal -changes hands."</p> - -<p>"Or changes claws," smiled Dave.</p> - -<p>"That's it. He's a sneaking rascal. Always watching his chance to let -other birds work for him. There he is now!"</p> - -<p>Ahead, the forest opened out. Into this the eagle was sweeping, in a -long, graceful curve, his wings scarcely seeming to move. The four -instantly detected his object. A frightened rabbit was scampering for -dear life through the grass, headed for a thicket.</p> - -<p>But the woodland drama was soon over.</p> - -<p>"He's got it," cried Dick.</p> - -<p>With lightning speed, the bird overtook the fleeing animal; then the -struggling bunny was borne aloft in the eagle's claws, and almost -before the boys realized it, bird and prey were but a speck in the sky.</p> - -<p>"Gee whitaker, that happened quickly," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"Makes me feel glad that there are no rocs around," laughed Dave.</p> - -<p>"Don't think one could have carried you off," said Dick, facetiously. -"Their limit was a horse or elephant."</p> - -<p>The timber line was left behind. There was nothing now but stunted -vegetation, barren rocks, and, above them, perpetual snow.</p> - -<p>"And this," observed Havens, waving his hand, "is the home of the big -horn and mountain goat. Is it getting too steep for you?" He dislodged -a rock, which rattled noisily down the incline.</p> - -<p>"It's dangerous; besides, we can't see," grumbled the "poet." "In a few -minutes, it will be like trying to climb up the side of a cathedral."</p> - -<p>"Seems out of the world," declared Dick; "and say, that cold is getting -worse—whew!"</p> - -<p>He pulled up his collar, and the others followed suit.</p> - -<p>"Hello! Rain at last."</p> - -<p>The four shadowy forms came to a halt. A few big drops sprinkled around -them, then increased to a steady patter. A flock of screaming birds -darted swiftly by.</p> - -<p>"H'm, flying before the storm," murmured Dave. "Sounds kind of ominous. -Let's grope around a bit for a more sheltered place. Out here we're a -regular target."</p> - -<p>But before they had gone far, a torrent was beating in their faces. -Clinging to whatever support they could find, the four huddled together -and awaited the outcome.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII</a></h2> - -<h3>THE PRESCOTT PUZZLE</h3> - - -<p>"Yes, sir—ter my mind, he's plumb crazy."</p> - -<p>"Big Bill" Dugan, the stage-driver, wearing his usual sour expression, -growled these words, as he stood, late one afternoon, on the Resort -House porch.</p> - -<p>There was the usual crowd present, sitting and lounging around, and -"Big Bill's" harsh voice was loud enough to reach them all. Sile -Stringer, the old man of Mountain Village, who had been half dozing in -a chair, sat up and rubbed his eyes.</p> - -<p>"Plumb crazy—who's plumb crazy, Bill Dugan?" he quavered.</p> - -<p>"When I says a thing, Stringer, I says it oncet," growled Bill. "If yer -can't listen, I——"</p> - -<p>"Who's plumb crazy?"</p> - -<p>"Jest listen at him!" The lines above Dugan's nose deepened. "That -feller over ter Promontory."</p> - -<p>"What's he gone and did now?"</p> - -<p>"Always a-buttin' in, Sile Stringer—go ter sleep ag'in," and Dugan -walked impatiently to the other end of the porch.</p> - -<p>"Neil Prescott crazy?" questioned Sam Randall; "I guess not—he's sharp -as a steel trap."</p> - -<p>"I'm not talkin' ter the nursery," said Bill Dugan, ungraciously, "but, -ter my mind, if ye'd like ter know, he's plumb out of his senses."</p> - -<p>"How—in what way?"</p> - -<p>"What's he a-buyin' sich stacks of grub for, eh? He's got 'nuff ter -last a man six months."</p> - -<p>"How d'ye find that out, Bill?" interrupted Tom Sanders.</p> - -<p>"The feller he bought 'em of tole me—that's how. An' only yisterday I -seen him takin' over a lot more. An' ain't it 'nuff ter make any man -laugh ter see the way he handles that boat?"</p> - -<p>Old Sile again sat up and rubbed his eyes.</p> - -<p>"Who—who d'ye mean, Bill Dugan? Handles what boat?" he asked.</p> - -<p>The stage-driver cast a withering look at the "oldest inhabitant."</p> - -<p>"Go ter sleep," he growled. "If the man ain't crazy, would he build a -fire so big that yer kin 'most feel the heat of it over here? No, sir, -fur my part, he's plumb crazy. An' what's he doin' on the island; an' -where's 'e come from, ennyway? Who knows 'im?" "Big Bill" paused and -glared at his auditors. "Who knows 'im?" he repeated.</p> - -<p>"Knows who, Bill Dugan?" came a quavering voice.</p> - -<p>This time, the stage-driver paid no heed. "If that man ain't plumb -crazy, I'm mistook."</p> - -<p>"Wouldn't be the fust time," sneered Tom Sanders.</p> - -<p>"Now, now—be good," laughed Mr. George Kimball, of Boston. "Bill, tell -us something more about this mysterious old character."</p> - -<p>The stage-driver sniffed.</p> - -<p>"As long's ye got nothin' ter do but loaf around all day, I should -think you'd know more'n me, who's got ter work fur a livin'," he -growled. "Guess nobody's goin' ter ask me ter grub with 'em, so I'll -git."</p> - -<p>"I say, Bill Dugan," came a voice, "did you say some one's plumb crazy? -Who's plumb crazy?"</p> - -<p>A sort of grunt not unlike the growl of a bear sounded, and "Big Bill" -Dugan was down the steps.</p> - -<p>Old Sile Stringer sat up and looked around with a quizzical smile. Then -he remarked, "I suspicioned he was going to act that 'ere way. I've -know'd 'im since he was a kid, an' I ain't never know'd a day when Bill -didn't speak rude to some one."</p> - -<p>When Sam Randall and Tom Clifton walked home, they were accompanied -part way by the last named youth, with whom they had made peace. Their -principal topic of conversation was the strange dweller on Promontory -Island.</p> - -<p>"Let's skip over to-morrer mornin' an' see old Squeal Pressed -Biscuits," suggested Sanders.</p> - -<p>Early next morning, the boys met at the wharf, and were not -particularly surprised to find "Little Bill" hanging around.</p> - -<p>"He's brought the Dugan scowl with him, all right," observed Tommy -Clifton, with a laugh.</p> - -<p>"Sure, jest look at the mug on him," added Sanders.</p> - -<p>"Let's get on board so as to be as far away as possible when the row -starts," chimed in Sam, and his advice was followed.</p> - -<p>Before the lines were cast off, however, "Little Bill" turned toward -them.</p> - -<p>"My eye, Sanders," he exclaimed, "I always thought you was a purty big -chump, an' now I knows it. Goin' with this here crowd, now?"</p> - -<p>"Run right along, an' warble ter Billee the Big," growled Sanders. "If -I oncet git up there, I'll chase yer!"</p> - -<p>"Yer will, hey?" retorted "Little Bill." "Yer ain't big 'nuff by two -feet ter chase me. Yer 'most as bad as that elephant roamin' the -mountains. Chase me, hey?"</p> - -<p>A bucket half full of water was standing near by; "Little Bill's" -wrath was too great to be appeased by mere words. Before Sam Randall -could push off, a sheet of water curved gracefully through the air and -descended squarely on Sanders' head and shoulders.</p> - -<p>"Know'd I git a chancet some day," cried "Little Bill."</p> - -<p>Then he and a cloud of dust kept pace together up the yellow road.</p> - -<p>When Sanders had recovered sufficiently to speak, he turned a -forlorn-looking face toward the two Ramblers, and observed, with -considerable vehemence, "It's a good thing yer ain't a-laughin' at me."</p> - -<p>Sam Randall's face had turned purple from suppressed mirth; it was -only by a great effort that he stifled his desire to roar, and thus a -tremendous row was probably averted.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile, they had made a start. For once, they skirted the far shore -of Hemlock Island, finally anchoring just below the passageway.</p> - -<p>The climb to Neil Prescott's cabin brought them a disappointment—the -place was deserted.</p> - -<p>"Gee! This is mean luck!" grumbled Tommy.</p> - -<p>"But the old duffer is on the island, for we saw his boat," put in Sam. -"Let's look around a bit."</p> - -<p>So down the cliff they scrambled; then began to wander around amidst -the trees, gradually working their way toward the western end of the -island.</p> - -<p>"Gee! Where can he be, I wonder?" said Sam. "We can't get much -further."</p> - -<p>"Hello! Look at this," remarked Sanders, presently. "Pertaters."</p> - -<p>He pointed to the ground.</p> - -<p>"Jiminy! A regular trail of 'em," put in Sam.</p> - -<p>"Maybe old Pressed Biscuits is going ter start a patch."</p> - -<p>"Wonder how in the dickens they came here, anyway?" mused Tom.</p> - -<p>"Give it up," said Sanders. "All I know is how some of 'em is a-goin' -ter leave."</p> - -<p>Stooping over, he gathered a pocketful.</p> - -<p>"For goodness' sake—there's Neil now!" exclaimed Sam, suddenly.</p> - -<p>They had emerged from a clump of trees and the end of the island was in -sight.</p> - -<p>Neil Prescott, at the very farthest point, had his back turned. He was -leaning over, with a long pole in his hand, apparently gazing at the -water. The boys saw an object resembling a cask floating slowly away on -the current.</p> - -<p>"Sh—sh! Let's see what Pressed Bricks—that's as good a name fur -him—is up ter," whispered Sanders.</p> - -<p>"Say! This is funny," muttered Tom.</p> - -<p>Neil straightened up; then sat down on a rock, with his back still to -them.</p> - -<p>"I'm a-goin' ter give him the s'prise of his life," grinned Sanders. -"Watch!"</p> - -<p>He drew forth a potato, and sent it flying toward the sitter, -observing, pleasantly, "Keep still, an' listen fur the plunk."</p> - -<p>The tuber was small and round, and the curve Sanders gave it was -perfect. Neil Prescott received it directly in the middle of the back, -and proceeded to arise much more quickly than he had sat down.</p> - -<p>Sanders let out a tremendous yell, waved his arms in the air, and the -trio walked forward.</p> - -<p>For an instant, the "hermit" seemed greatly nonplussed. Then, -recognizing the boys, he quietly resumed his seat.</p> - -<p>"Well, well!" he exclaimed, reproachfully; "this here is a -surprise—who throw'd it?"</p> - -<p>"See here, old sport," said Sanders, ignoring the question, and -pointing to the cask, "why did you chuck that in the lake?"</p> - -<p>"H'm," Neil Prescott looked at the speaker calmly; "you're another one -of them quizzers from Quizzerville—jest joined, eh? Hain't got me -life's history writ out yet, an'——"</p> - -<p>"Aw—wake up, an' answer me."</p> - -<p>"Yes—go ahead, Neil," coaxed Sam Randall.</p> - -<p>"Didn't yer never hear tell of them scientists what do all sorts o' -funny things?"</p> - -<p>"What's this 'bout yer buyin' three tons of grub a week, old sport?" -asked Sanders, rudely.</p> - -<p>"I kin swear I ain't buyin' an ounce over a ton," replied Neil, as he -filled a very large pipe and winked at Tommy Clifton. "No, fur a fact, -I hain't."</p> - -<p>Tom Sanders sniffed.</p> - -<p>"Now, old sport, you ain't as smart as you think. What was you a-goin' -ter do with them 'taters back there?" A jerk of his thumb indicated the -direction.</p> - -<p>"'Tatars' is Latin fur pertaters, ain't it? I never went ter -no college, but l'arnin' comes nat'ral ter me, jist as it acts -kinder opposite with you. I remember oncet, when I was young an' -unsoapfixycated, a man says ter me——"</p> - -<p>"Aw—cut it out," growled the disgusted Sanders. "Why did you throw -that thing in the water?"</p> - -<p>"So as ter put in me life's hist'ry—writ by special request of the -chief quizzer of Quizzerville—that Neil Prescott, at the height of his -career, was a-studyin' currents. Who's a-comin' up ter the office?"</p> - -<p>Neil winked and chuckled many times on the walk back, and laughed -gruffly at parting.</p> - -<p>"We've learned an awful lot eh?" ventured Tommy Clifton.</p> - -<p>"My eye, but I think Billee the Big hit it about right," said Sanders. -"The feller ain't got no sense in him."</p> - -<p>"One thing sure," remarked Sam Randall, "Neil had just shoved off that -keg."</p> - -<p>"Yep."</p> - -<p>"And what in the dickens were those potatoes doing there?" put in Tommy.</p> - -<p>The boys walked along in silence for a few steps, when Sam turned -toward his companions, and said, abruptly, "I give it up. The whole -thing is just a bit too deep for me."</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX</a></h2> - -<h3>ABOVE THE CLOUDS</h3> - - -<p>Rain, fog and wind form a decidedly unpleasant combination on the -sloping sides of a mountain.</p> - -<p>The three Ramblers and their friend Jim Havens were not long in having -this fact impressed upon them. With surprising suddenness, the wind -increased to a gale, sweeping everything before it, and the boys, -crouching almost flat, had difficulty in avoiding the stones which -rattled down from above.</p> - -<p>Presently, the ominous darkness was momentarily dispelled by a dazzling -gleam of bluish-white. Then followed a crackling sound, which merged -into a crash that seemed to jar the mountain.</p> - -<p>The obscurity grew denser. Never in their lives had they been in such -a fog. It almost startled them to realize that they could scarcely see -each other—that they were, in fact, amidst the very storm-clouds.</p> - -<p>Each moment they expected another blinding glare and solemn peal of -thunder, but it seemed as if nature had spent most of its electrical -energy. The next flash, which only came after a considerate interval, -was much less brilliant.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers protected his precious camera as well as he could, but -several times it almost slipped from his grasp.</p> - -<p>Chilled, and soaked to the skin, the boys could do nothing but wait. -The clouds kept swirling past, while the wind moaned and howled, making -conversation almost impossible.</p> - -<p>About half an hour later, Dave Brandon eased himself slowly to his feet.</p> - -<p>"Weather to-day threatening and showery, fellows," he remarked, -cheerily. "To-night, clear and colder."</p> - -<p>"That will do, Chub," said Bob, ruefully. "Wow—but I am glad the rain -is letting up."</p> - -<p>"And the wind going down," chimed in Dick, his teeth chattering. "I -feel worse than an icicle."</p> - -<p>"It's colder than all outdoors," added Jim, with a tremendous shiver. -"What shall we do?"</p> - -<p>"Nothing—just wait for things to get better," answered the -philosophical Dave.</p> - -<p>The wind continued brisk, and the boys felt it so keenly that they were -glad to keep their chilled bodies in motion.</p> - -<p>"It's so steep I don't see how we can get much higher," observed Dick -Travers. "Say—where are you going, Jim Havens?"</p> - -<p>Their guide, his eyes bent on the rock, was crawling upon hands and -knees toward a ledge that overhung a steep declivity.</p> - -<p>"Plenty of signs of goats, fellows," he cried. "Look!" And Bob, who had -followed, saw that the surface was worn and indented by the tread of -countless hoofs.</p> - -<p>"By jingo, it must have taken years to cut into the solid rock like -that," he said, reflectively.</p> - -<p>"Hundreds, maybe," returned Havens. "Goats," he explained, "have -regular beaten trails. You'll find plenty of them all over the upper -parts of the mountains."</p> - -<p>The group continued cautiously along, on the lookout for a break in -the slope which might enable them to ascend.</p> - -<p>"Down there is a mighty bad place."</p> - -<p>Dick Travers pointed just below and to their left.</p> - -<p>The steep declivity they were on led down to a ledge at the brink of a -precipice, on one side of which the rocks jutted out abruptly, forming -a spur.</p> - -<p>"Think you could climb down it?" asked Jim, with a grin.</p> - -<p>"I'd leave that for——" began the "poet"; then he paused, gripped -Havens' arm, and whispered,</p> - -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"Softly, oh, soft! Let us rest on the rocks</div> - <div class="verse">And disturb not a goat that so actively hops,"</div> -</div></div> - -<p>and having changed the lines to suit the situation, a broad smile -played over his face.</p> - -<p>"Stoop down, everybody," commanded Jim, sharply. "A herd of goats on -the ledge, as sure as you're a foot high—the wind in our favor, too. -By George! They're running to beat the band."</p> - -<p>"Must be something chasing them," murmured Dick.</p> - -<p>Havens gripped his rifle, and lay low.</p> - -<p>A savage growl reached their ears; then a lithe, gray mountain lion -appeared in view. With lashing tail, he crept steadily forward.</p> - -<p>An old buck courageously planted himself between it and the retreating -flock.</p> - -<p>"We're going to see something now," whispered Havens, excitedly.</p> - -<p>"Brave old codger," murmured Bob, "but he doesn't stand any show."</p> - -<p>"Of course not," breathed Dick. "Look—the scrap begins."</p> - -<p>With a savage snarl, the panther leaped in the air. Had the buck -remained still, the cat would have landed squarely upon his back. But -the grizzled old warrior sprang quickly to one side; then, with lowered -head, dashed furiously at his foe.</p> - -<p>The force was so great that the mountain lion, partly off its balance, -fell back. A horrid screech rang out—then another, as the buck landed -its hoofs viciously on the prostrate form.</p> - -<p>But the tawny beast recovered himself quickly, crouched with flattened -ears, and fiercely attacked its prey.</p> - -<p>Bravely the buck met the advance, but the powerful paws of the panther -soon brought him to his knees.</p> - -<p>"That's the end of him," whispered Bob. "Christopher! No, he's up -again. Look at that!"</p> - -<p>"Wish he'd send the old monster over the cliff," said Dick, -breathlessly. "He's doing wonders."</p> - -<p>With a desperate effort, the goat rose on its hind legs, and shook off -his antagonist. Backing away, the animal approached the edge of the -precipice.</p> - -<p>"Wow!" gasped Dick, "he'll be over in a minute."</p> - -<p>"The brave old buck deserves to live, after putting up such a game -fight," declared Dave. "Come on, fellows—to the rescue!"</p> - -<p>The four began scrambling hastily down over the rocks toward the -combatants.</p> - -<p>"Hey! Don't fire until I get a chance with my camera," panted Dick, -excitedly.</p> - -<p>"All right, photographer—quick," said Havens.</p> - -<p>The cat sprang again, and landed on the back of its antagonist; the -buck partly rose, the weight of the panther pulled him sideways, and -both goat and cat, struggling madly, fell in a heap upon the very edge -of the precipice.</p> - -<p>The battle was no longer against each other—it was now to regain their -footing on the brink.</p> - -<p>Breathlessly the boys watched; Dick Travers pointed his camera.</p> - -<p>For an instant, the outcome was in doubt; then the buck, with wildly -waving legs, plunged backward into the abyss, dragging his snarling foe -with him.</p> - -<p>"Good gracious!" exclaimed Dave; "what a finish!"</p> - -<p>"Great Cæsar!" cried Bob. "They'll be knocked into a thousand bits."</p> - -<p>"By Jingo—both done for," added Havens.</p> - -<p>Then something else happened.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers, in his eagerness to get a photo, failed to notice a -projecting rock; he tripped, and found himself going forward.</p> - -<p>It was a very sudden lurch, and the involuntary motion to recover his -balance resumed in the camera slipping from his grasp. Bumping and -sliding, it shot swiftly down the incline.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers sprang forward to Dick's assistance, while Dave tried to -catch the instrument. The former was successful, but the stout boy had -no chance to intercept the camera.</p> - -<p>With wild, staring eyes, Dick Travers watched the precious instrument -headed straight for the precipice. Nothing could save it.</p> - -<p>"It's gone," he said, in a hollow voice.</p> - -<p>An instant later, the official photographer's official instrument -sailed grandly over the brink, and followed goat and panther to the -rocks below.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers was inconsolable.</p> - -<p>"Never mind, old man," said Bob, soothingly. "My dad will send you out -another—honest, he will. You've got all your negatives safe."</p> - -<p>"Fellows, look," remarked Havens, in a few minutes. He pointed to -several large birds circling above the chasm. "Vultures," he said, -briefly.</p> - -<p>"After the goat and panther already?" exclaimed Bob, in surprise.</p> - -<p>"Of course. I'd like to put a ball through the ugly rascals."</p> - -<p>As soon as the great birds were hidden behind the precipice, the -Ramblers continued on.</p> - -<p>"Here's a place where we can get up," observed Bob, at length.</p> - -<p>He began scrambling over a pile of rocks, and the others followed.</p> - -<p>After many difficulties, and assisting each other over places which at -first glance seemed impassable, the boys reached the snow.</p> - -<p>"It's jolly fun to do this in summer, eh?" cried Bob, as he playfully -shied a lump at Dave.</p> - -<p>"I should say so," laughed the stout boy, returning the compliment.</p> - -<p>"I can't forget that camera," sighed Dick, gloomily. "Excuse me, -Havens, I didn't mean to soak you so hard."</p> - -<p>Jim brushed a large quantity of snowflakes from around his neck.</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho," said Dave, "this is a wonderful sight. A bit too cold to suit -me, though. Our friends, the goats, have been here, all right—see the -tracks?"</p> - -<p>"And that's about all we will see of 'em," put in Havens. "They're -scary critters. Big horns the same way."</p> - -<p>Cautiously, the four climbed on. A magnificent panorama was before -them—of valley and rugged mountains, of dark timber and rocks, all -in sunshine save where the shadow of some floating cloud dotted the -landscape.</p> - -<p>The sun was now hanging just above a high peak, and within a short time -the shade would creep through the valley, the rosy glow fade from the -opposite mountains and the dense forests become sombre and gloomy.</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon thought of this, and proposed returning, but the others -were anxious to reach the highest point.</p> - -<p>"Come on, Chubby," protested Bob. "Don't talk that way until we have -balanced ourselves on the peak."</p> - -<p>"Clouds coming up again, fellows," broke in Dick. "Gee, but aren't they -far below us?"</p> - -<p>"Wish they would spread all around," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"By jingo, it looks as if a fellow could walk on them without falling -through, doesn't it, Chub?" remarked Dick.</p> - -<p>"Yes—makes it feel safe up here. Sort of holds us in."</p> - -<p>"Funny to be looking down upon a pile of clouds," observed Bob, -reflectively.</p> - -<p>In ten minutes, the slowly-moving clouds had again cleared almost -entirely away, and the boys, as they slipped and scrambled around a -huge snow-bank, came across a view which brought them to a sudden halt.</p> - -<p>"Jiminy crickets!" cried Bob, with arm outstretched; "look—Mountain -Lake!"</p> - -<p>"That's just what it is," said Dick, wonderingly. "Isn't it great, -though? Can see just the shape and everything. The two islands look -like a tiny little speck."</p> - -<p>"Wish we had the Lick telescope," was Dave Brandon's remark. "Might see -Sam and Tom on the porch or fishing in the lake. And think," he added, -in tones which spoke of a troubled soul, "of all the weary tramping -we've got to do before we see it again."</p> - -<p>"Freezing snowbirds, I can't do the standing act," chattered Dick.</p> - -<p>Their way, however, was soon barred by a narrow ledge which sloped -abruptly downward on either hand.</p> - -<p>"Never had any practice on tight ropes, and don't care to negotiate -it," announced Dave, firmly.</p> - -<p>"If you please, Chubby, we know you are right up in big words, but -you'd better save 'em for Professor Hopkins," said Bob, with a smile.</p> - -<p>"Very good," returned Dave; "but I am unalterably opposed to a -continuance of——"</p> - -<p>A series of groans stopped him.</p> - -<p>For a few moments they contemplated in silence the dazzling depths -below. Then Havens spoke up.</p> - -<p>"Better be moving, fellows," he said. "There are some pretty tough -places to get down, and we want to spend the night in the cave again."</p> - -<p>"That's so," said Bob, "and often it's worse than climbing."</p> - -<p>"Makes me tired to think of coming all this way, and then find that you -just can't reach the top," exclaimed Dick Travers.</p> - -<p>He looked longingly toward the summit, whereupon the other boys faced -about and began the homeward march.</p> - -<p>"Wouldn't do you any good to plead for it," said Dave. "I'm satisfied -with being this far out of the world."</p> - -<p>The descent, across sloping fields of snow, over slippery hillocks and -declivities, proved to be more difficult than they had anticipated. -Many anxious moments were spent at places where a slip or misstep might -have meant a terrible fall.</p> - -<p>When the timber line was reached, Havens' trail was soon found, and the -four plunged into the thick pine forest.</p> - -<p>"It's going to be blacker than pitch," remarked Dave, cheerily.</p> - -<p>"Who cares?" said Bob. "We won't get lost—that's sure."</p> - -<p>"And I wouldn't mind if we did," put in Dick, gloomily. "I can't get -over that camera."</p> - -<p>"Brighten up, old man—the worst is always ahead of us," laughed Dave.</p> - -<p>"Don't even whisper, fellows," said Bob, a moment later. "Our supper is -over there."</p> - -<p>"Where—where?" came a low chorus.</p> - -<p>"Don't you see a flock of birds in the open space beyond that old oak?"</p> - -<p>"Sure," said Dick, in a stage whisper. "We mustn't miss anything like -that."</p> - -<p>"And won't, either," asserted Havens. "Be careful now."</p> - -<p>Cautiously, the hunters spread out, and began to creep along, avoiding -obstructions almost as well as Hank Merwin could have done. Not a word -was spoken.</p> - -<p>Through every opening they eagerly peered, and saw the flock still -feeding, unconscious of danger. A little further, and four guns were -raised toward the glade. Then four reports echoed, almost in unison, -and almost instantly afterward the guns spoke in a more scattered -fashion, while a flock of ducks, with loud quacking, took wing and -disappeared amid the thick foliage.</p> - -<p>"Hurrah!" yelled Bob Somers. "I told you so. We'll have a dandy supper."</p> - -<p>Quickly they covered the ground which separated them from the glade, to -find three plump birds.</p> - -<p>"That's bully," cried Havens.</p> - -<p>"Um—um," said the "poet." He picked up a bird by the legs and held it -aloft. "Isn't that a daisy wood-duck?" he cried, admiringly. "Look at -the lovely color—it's the prettiest of all ducks."</p> - -<p>"Right you are, Chubby, but it will look even prettier when it gets -over the fire. Come ahead—it's growing dark fast."</p> - -<p>Already the light was beginning to fade from the sky, and before long -it would be difficult to find the trees which Havens had marked.</p> - -<p>"It means a torchlight procession pretty soon," remarked Dave, and -this prediction was soon verified. When night came, four flaring -pine-knots flashed a pathway through the forest, and caused many of its -inhabitants to dash madly for the nearest thickets.</p> - -<p>Strange sounds met their ears, the plaintive note of the whippoorwill, -the weird hooting of owls, and sometimes the cries of animals in the -distance.</p> - -<p>Every one of the group kept his eyes and ears open for signs of any -dangerous beasts which might be lurking in their path.</p> - -<p>Owing to Havens' forethought in "blazing" the trees at short intervals, -the trail was easily found, and the cave at last reached.</p> - -<p>"Oh, how glad I am to get here," said Dave. "Nice late supper we'll -have, though I'm 'most too tired to eat."</p> - -<p>"Isn't possible," said Dick. He lighted a fresh pine-knot, and -continued, "Let's take a look inside the hotel."</p> - -<p>"See if my bearskin's safe," drawled Dave.</p> - -<p>He propped his flaring torch between two stones and sank wearily down, -while Bob and Dick entered the cave.</p> - -<p>A moment later, Dick Travers poked his head outside the opening, -and, in a voice that trembled with excitement, made this startling -announcement:</p> - -<p>"Hello, Dave Brandon—it's gone!"</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER XX</a></h2> - -<h3>BOB'S WILDCAT</h3> - - -<p>"Gone? It can't be!" gasped Dave. He rose slowly to his feet. "You're -joking, Dick."</p> - -<p>"Not a bit of it. Sure as you're bigger than a grasshopper, somebody's -swiped it, eh, Bob?"</p> - -<p>Bob nodded.</p> - -<p>"It's gone, Chubby—and who could have taken it?"</p> - -<p>"I told you, Dick Travers, that the worst is always ahead of us," -grumbled Dave. "I had a place selected for that rug—wouldn't have sold -it for any money."</p> - -<p>"Gee! Mighty hard luck, old man," commented Havens, sympathetically. "I -must take a look into this."</p> - -<p>He hastily entered the cave.</p> - -<p>The flaring pine torch revealed the fact that Old Ephraim's valuable -pelt had actually disappeared.</p> - -<p>"Not a blessed thing to give us a clue," said Dave, gloomily. "No -handkerchief, no bit of paper, conveniently torn, so as to fit another -piece later found on the culprit, no bit of cloth hanging to a bush, no -footprints, because it's all rock. That's the way it is in real life." -He heaved a sigh, and extended his hand toward Dick Travers. "Partners -in misfortune," he said, and the two shook hands.</p> - -<p>After one of the ducks had been dressed, Jim Havens took charge of it -and proceeded to make a record for speedy broiling.</p> - -<p>Appetites having been sharpened by the long tramp and bracing air, the -meal was thoroughly enjoyed.</p> - -<p>It was late before they turned in, and the sun had risen far above the -mountains when a breakfast of cold duck and coffee was disposed of.</p> - -<p>"Our time is about over," said Bob Somers, regretfully, as they -prepared to leave. "Sam and Tommy must have their chance."</p> - -<p>"We've had a bully trip," said Dick. "Glad that we're going to see old -Hank Merwin again."</p> - -<p>"And if we could only run across the fellow who took that bearskin, I'd -feel better," murmured Dave.</p> - -<p>"Don't think you'll ever lay eyes on it again," put in Havens, frankly.</p> - -<p>The hunters kept a sharp lookout for game, and encountered plenty of -the smaller variety. A pair of gray wolves, skulking among the pines, -hastily left for other parts when Dick Travers sent a load of buckshot -rattling over their heads.</p> - -<p>After lunch, beautiful Lake Cloud was sighted. About the same instant, -the four discovered several large white birds with long, graceful necks -swimming close in shore.</p> - -<p>"Sh—sh!" said Havens.</p> - -<p>"Sh—sh!" said all the rest in unison.</p> - -<p>"Swans," whispered Jim.</p> - -<p>"One of 'em might look well stuffed—a nice souvenir of our trip," put -in Bob.</p> - -<p>Bob, Dick and Jim crept cautiously ahead. Afraid that the birds might -take wing, they decided to risk a long-distance shot, although Dick -felt sure that his would be wasted.</p> - -<p>"Too far for buckshot," he whispered, "but never mind—here goes."</p> - -<p>He fired, and then Jim followed suit. Bob Somers, whose foot had caught -in a trailing vine, looked up in time to see three white forms rising -against the background of greenish mountains. Neither shot had taken -effect.</p> - -<p>"Well, well," muttered Havens, chagrined. "Hello!"</p> - -<p>Bob Somers had raised his gun instantly, and fired. Scarcely believing -his eyes, he saw the flight of the nearest bird checked. With -fluttering wings, it dropped in shallow water, close to an ancient -cypress tree.</p> - -<p>"Bully shot, Bob," cried Dick. "Simply stunning—well, what do you -think of that?"</p> - -<p>As they started to run forward, a yellowish-gray animal suddenly -appeared in view from behind a thicket, and, with a growl, sprang -boldly out and grappled the still struggling swan by the neck.</p> - -<p>"That's nerve for you," yelled Bob. "We'll teach the old robber a -lesson."</p> - -<p>"Be quick," panted Dick; "he'll get away."</p> - -<p>The wildcat speedily dragged the swan out of the water into the -thicket, and when the three boys arrived both were out of sight.</p> - -<p>"Doesn't that beat all?" cried Bob, disgustedly.</p> - -<p>"Hard luck, after making such a dandy shot," said Dick. "The rascal is -close by—we'll chase him out of the bushes. What are you going to do, -Bob?"</p> - -<p>"Climb the old cypress; I'll find out where he is."</p> - -<p>The thick trunk was gnarled, and, by the aid of a low branch, Bob -managed to reach a stout limb, bare of foliage. Sitting astride, he -worked his way carefully out over the thicket.</p> - -<p>A harsh, rasping cry broke the stillness. Almost directly beneath, in -a tiny clearing, was the robber, with one paw on the swan. His ears -were thrown back, while the yellow eyes glared savagely and his tail -switched back and forth.</p> - -<p>"I'll make short work of you, old chap," muttered Bob.</p> - -<p>He unslung his rifle.</p> - -<p>"Just one minute—all right, Dick, he's here. I'll——"</p> - -<p>An ominous sound suddenly rang out, the limb shivered and shook, while -Bob Somers glanced wildly around. A cry came from his lips.</p> - -<p>A crack in the limb had escaped his attention, and it was giving way -beneath his weight. His companions' startled exclamations joined in -with his own.</p> - -<p>"Get over—quick," yelled Dick Travers, in dismay.</p> - -<p>But, with another sharp crack, the limb broke in twain, and Bob Somers -shot downward.</p> - -<p>An awful screech came from the wildcat.</p> - -<p>"He'll be torn to pieces," cried Havens.</p> - -<p>"Jehoshaphat! This is terrible," gasped Dave Brandon.</p> - -<p>In an instant Bob landed in the midst of a mass of underbrush and -tangled vines. His fall was broken by these, and he managed to hold on -to his rifle.</p> - -<p>The wildcat crouched and emitted another blood-curdling screech; Bob -strove to regain his feet. Then, as he got on one knee, a lithe form -launched itself in the air.</p> - -<p>It was a critical moment. Bob's arms trembled; he had no time to bring -the rifle to his shoulder, but managed to blindly point it upward and -pull the trigger. The cat dropped heavily in the bushes and lay quite -still.</p> - -<p>The bullet had pierced its brain.</p> - -<p>For an instant, Bob Somers could scarcely realize his good fortune. -Then, as his excited companions pushed their way toward him, he uttered -a cry of triumph.</p> - -<p>"I've got him, Chubby," he cried, "and with one shot, too. And never -aimed, either—what do you think of that?"</p> - -<p>"Hurt?" came a chorus of excited voices.</p> - -<p>"Not a bit of it. Scratched up a bit by these plagued vines—that's -all. And the swan's most as good as ever. Hurrah! Got two souvenirs, -instead of one."</p> - -<p>"Gee whitaker, but I was scared," said Dick Travers. "Thought sure -you'd be nearly chewed to pieces."</p> - -<p>"You hold the record now, Somers—two bully shots," broke in Havens. -"But say—as you don't need any help, excuse me from pushing any -further into this mess."</p> - -<p>"You're a lucky chap," came from Dave. "Mighty good your first shot -settled him."</p> - -<p>Bob found it very hard to extricate himself from the thick mass of -underbrush and creepers. He touched the wildcat gingerly with his toe, -then stooped over and examined the wicked-looking head.</p> - -<p>"You're an awful monster," he exclaimed. "Here, Chubby—catch a few -pounds of wildcat."</p> - -<p>He picked up the animal, and with a hard effort managed to land it near -the edge of the thicket; then the swan followed.</p> - -<p>By the time Bob got out of his unpleasant position, he was badly -scratched up.</p> - -<p>The swan was not seriously damaged, although the marks of the wildcat's -teeth showed plainly on its neck.</p> - -<p>"Fellows," said Bob, proudly, "I'll have both of these stuffed—make a -group of 'em—see if I don't."</p> - -<p>"Good," approved Dave. "This counts as another little adventure which -is going to cause Sam and Tommy to open their eyes."</p> - -<p>Hank Merwin was not at his cabin when the four arrived. But about -sundown his lanky form appeared in view. Over his shoulder he carried a -well-filled game-bag.</p> - -<p>"Hello, Hank!" called Jim.</p> - -<p>"Arternoon, lads," responded the trapper, quietly. "Back ag'in, eh?" -He glanced at the wildcat and swan. "Not bad, lads. The horns is fixed -fine; I'll show ye."</p> - -<p>He opened the door, and the boys followed him into the cabin.</p> - -<p>In one corner stood the great moose antlers, nicely cleaned and -prepared. Dick Travers' eyes sparkled with pleasure.</p> - -<p>"I'm ever so much obliged, Hank," he cried, seizing the trapper's -brawny hand. "Isn't it great to have things like that to show the -fellows at Kingswood, eh, Chubby?"</p> - -<p>"Got a lot of pelts, Hank?" questioned Jim.</p> - -<p>"Not a bad haul, lad. Mink, an' otter, an' beaver, an' a fox. But I -reckon you lads 'ud like a bit of grub."</p> - -<p>"We'll give you a hand, Hank," said Bob. "Come on, Dick—help get a -fire started."</p> - -<p>Hank had a treat, in shape of several trout, and these, cooked between -hot stones, were declared delicious.</p> - -<p>The boys had a great deal to talk about. Hank listened gravely, making -but little comment, until Dave spoke about the bearskin.</p> - -<p>"Stole, eh?" he exclaimed, blowing a cloud of smoke in the air. "Tough -luck, lad. Only a pesky snake 'ud do a thing like that."</p> - -<p>The firelight brought out the wrinkles and seams on his rugged face, -and for an instant his kindly eye flashed sternly.</p> - -<p>"A bad business, lads," he continued. "A bad business." Then he gazed -at the smoke rings again, apparently in deep thought.</p> - -<p>Early next morning, Hank prepared the wildcat's skin, as well as that -of the swan, and, loaded with these and the moose antlers, the boys -bade him good-bye.</p> - -<p>"Look out fur yerselves, lads," he said. "Perhaps I may run acrost ye -ag'in."</p> - -<p>"Certainly hope so, Hank," declared Dick. "I'll never forget you or -that jacklight trip. Three cheers for Hank Merwin!"</p> - -<p>And the lusty shouts that followed made a faint smile play across the -impassive face of the trapper.</p> - -<p>The moose antlers had been firmly attached to stout poles, each carried -by two boys. With such a heavy load, progress was slow.</p> - -<p>That night they camped on the mountainside, and at noon the following -day reached the dugout.</p> - -<p>An unpleasant surprise awaited them—the honey was gone.</p> - -<p>"A bear's been here," declared Havens. "The old brute busted in the -door to get it."</p> - -<p>"And I've been thinking about that honey for the last three days," said -Dave, dolefully.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER XXI</a></h2> - -<h3>DAVE PAINTS A PICTURE</h3> - - -<p>The Ramblers had been back two days. Bob and his companions were deeply -shocked to hear about Howard Fenton, and went immediately to the Resort -House, to express their sympathy to his father, but Mr. Fenton had left -the village.</p> - -<p>The boys found plenty to talk about. Sam Randall and Tommy Clifton -listened eagerly to the story of their chums' experiences in the -mountains, while Bob and his companions were interested to hear about -mysterious Neil Prescott and the strange bonfire which often burned on -the heights of Promontory Island.</p> - -<p>"Nobody knows a thing about him, either," remarked Sam, as they sat -around the porch, early one morning. "When Tom and I take our trip to -the mountains, you chaps ought to do a bit of detective work."</p> - -<p>"Guess he's only some old crank," said Bob, "not worth bothering -about."</p> - -<p>"He's sharp enough, eh, Tommy?"</p> - -<p>Clifton nodded.</p> - -<p>"You bet," he said. "Whenever we start to quizzing, he always says, -'Now, youngsters, I'll spin a little yarn.' He's great at it, too."</p> - -<p>"Couldn't beat Hank Merwin," said Dick.</p> - -<p>"Huh—you haven't heard Neil Prescott."</p> - -<p>"And you haven't heard Hank."</p> - -<p>"Fellows," interrupted Bob, "let's get away from this porch. Suppose we -take a jaunt somewhere?"</p> - -<p>The captain arose, and picked up his gun. "Saw some ducks yesterday," -he went on. "Might get a crack at 'em."</p> - -<p>"And I'm going to make a sketch," declared Dave.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers accompanied him inside and walked to the drawing-room, -while the other went up-stairs for his painting materials.</p> - -<p>The "official photographer's" eyes glowed with pride, as his gaze -rested upon a pair of moose antlers.</p> - -<p>"And to think I brought him down," he muttered, for about the fiftieth -time. "Gee!" and he straightened himself up with a thrill of pride.</p> - -<p>"Say, what are you doing in there?" called Tommy Clifton, suddenly -appearing in the doorway.</p> - -<p>"Did you see my handkerchief laying around anywhere?" stammered Dick.</p> - -<p>"No! But I see those horns," gurgled Tommy, with a sly wink.</p> - -<p>"That will do, Tommy. If you practice a bit, maybe you'll bring down -something, too. Hello—I hear Tom Sanders' sweet voice outside."</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon came down-stairs at this moment, with his paint box, -easel, canvas and a huge white umbrella.</p> - -<p>"Look at the fat peddler," snickered Clifton, as they walked out on the -porch.</p> - -<p>Tom Sanders was greatly interested.</p> - -<p>"What a rig!" he said, loudly. "Say, are you goin' to make a paintin'?"</p> - -<p>"Yep."</p> - -<p>"Bartlett's pond is awful purty."</p> - -<p>"Then let's make a bee-line for it."</p> - -<p>"That your dog, Sanders?" asked Dave, presently.</p> - -<p>He pointed to a large, scrawny animal which was squatting on the ground -close by. Its color was a dull yellow; of all the dogs they had seen -in Mountain Village this was quite the ugliest.</p> - -<p>"Ain't you never seen Tige afore?" asked Sanders, in surprise. "He's a -bully dorg, he is—say! I'll lay me cap down, an' if any of you fellers -kin git away with it, it's yours."</p> - -<p>This liberal offer was politely declined.</p> - -<p>"He ain't afear'd of nuthin'," went on Sanders. "That dorg couldn't be -bought fur five dollars. Oncet a feller offered me fifty cents, but I -says 'no.'"</p> - -<p>"Well, we won't tempt you to part with him," laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>As he approached, the animal raised his head slightly, and showed a row -of gleaming teeth.</p> - -<p>"He's got a disposition like 'Surly Joe's,'" said Dick, with a grin.</p> - -<p>A few minutes later, the six boys crossed the baseball diamond, and -were soon on the road.</p> - -<p>Bartlett's pond was about two miles from Rickham House, on the edge of -a fringe of woods, charmingly framed in by the distant mountains.</p> - -<p>"Ah, this is great," murmured Dave, presently. "Ought to make a dandy -sketch."</p> - -<p>To the left, a clump of trees overhung the pond, while in the -foreground an ancient flat-bottomed boat lay partly submerged, with -reeds and tall grass growing all around.</p> - -<p>A canvas was placed on the easel, and then Dave began to set his -palette, surrounded by an interested group.</p> - -<p>"Ain't them purty colors fur ye?" said Sanders.</p> - -<p>"It's the mixing that would bother me," put in Tom Clifton, -confidentially.</p> - -<p>At last Dave was ready.</p> - -<p>"What's yer a-puttin' on that awful mug fur?" demanded Sanders. "D'ye -feel sick?"</p> - -<p>"Sick?" echoed the artist.</p> - -<p>"Sure! Mebbe the smell of paint ain't good. There was Phil Levins' -dad—started ter paint his barn, an' was took somphin' awful."</p> - -<p>Sanders looked mildly astonished when his hearers roared with laughter.</p> - -<p>"Bang—there it goes," said Sam, as Dave started to sketch in the -general lines with charcoal.</p> - -<p>"Ah!" said Bob, when the first dab of color struck the canvas.</p> - -<p>And Dave squinted his eyes and sighed, and contracted his brows, as the -surface was gradually covered.</p> - -<p>"Don't look like nothin' ter me," said Sanders, frankly, his face -within two feet of the canvas. "'Tain't smooth."</p> - -<p>"If," said Dave, calmly, "that paint gets on your nose, Sanders, don't -blame me."</p> - -<p>Half an hour later, Bob Somers observed, "Looks great—doesn't it, -boys?"</p> - -<p>"Dave, you're a wonder," added Sam.</p> - -<p>"Don't look like nothin' ter me," repeated Sanders. "What's the use of -doin' it?"</p> - -<p>"Thus is genius always unappreciated," smiled Dave. "Some day, Sanders, -when you hear a big noise, rolling like distant thunder, you'll know -it's my fame reaching Mountain Village."</p> - -<p>A low growl came from Tige at this moment. A boy and a large dog were -approaching. The dog soon led. It was larger than Tige, shaggy, and -wore an expression which indicated that timidity was not a part of its -nature.</p> - -<p>Trouble was brewing, and it came sooner than expected.</p> - -<p>The newcomer wasted no time in preliminaries. The moment he saw Tige he -sprang for him.</p> - -<p>All but Dave Brandon retreated—he didn't have time.</p> - -<p>Smack! The animals backed up against the easel, sending it flying.</p> - -<p>Bang! The canvas smote Dave Brandon on the nose, his stool tilted, and -over he went backward, while his palette dropped squarely on Tige's -back. The big umbrella, after gracefully sailing through the air, -landed a few feet away.</p> - -<p>As Dave picked himself up, he was not pleased to find that operations -continued with great activity close around him. Each dog let out a -series of howls, barks, whines and grunts; each got knocked down, and -each knocked the other down, while eight legs waved wildly in all -directions.</p> - -<p>"Whee!" cried Dave, as one after the other bumped into him. "It's time -they had a lesson in manners."</p> - -<p>He seized his rest stick, and raised it aloft, aiming toward the spot -where the mixture of dog seemed thickest.</p> - -<p>About one second later, a howl such as rarely issued from a canine -throat disturbed the atmosphere, and one dog was seen rapidly backing -away. Then the rest stick hit the other dog in the back, and the noise -in that immediate vicinity was considerably augmented.</p> - -<p>"Don't hit my poor dorg ag'in!" screamed Sanders, rushing forward.</p> - -<p>But Dave had not intended his blows to land. They served, however, to -keep the two howling canines from renewing their fights, and by that -time the owner of the visiting dog had come running up, hatless, and -out of breath.</p> - -<p>"W-w-what d-d-do you m-ean?" he stammered, taking a position between -Dave's stick and his own pet.</p> - -<p>"What does the dog mean?" demanded Dave, facetiously, again.</p> - -<p>"I guess he was just sparring for points," laughed the newcomer, -perceiving that Dave was disposed to view the situation in a humorous -light.</p> - -<p>At this moment several hearty peals of laughter rang out.</p> - -<p>"Awful sorry, old man," snickered Bob, "but I can't help it. Maybe Tige -isn't a beautiful sight, and your face—wow!"</p> - -<p>"Funniest thing I ever saw," gasped Dick.</p> - -<p>The artist was calmly wiping his forehead and cheeks, thereby spreading -the color.</p> - -<p>As for the owner of the dog which had caused all the trouble, he now -seized the animal by the collar, and bending forward looked at Dave -with a scared expression.</p> - -<p>"I'm awful sorry," he said. "I——"</p> - -<p>"Might have known your old brute would raise the mischief, Ben -Henderson," growled Sanders, aiming a kick at Tige which sent the sadly -bedaubed animal scurrying away.</p> - -<p>"Honest—it wasn't my fault," pleaded the boy. "I'm awful sorry."</p> - -<p>"It's all right, son," put in Dave.</p> - -<p>"Nip's kind of out of humor to-day, and——"</p> - -<p>"'Nip'? That's a mighty queer name."</p> - -<p>"Yes, sir! We have another dog named Tuck, so it's Nip and Tuck."</p> - -<p>"Thank goodness Tuck didn't come along," said Dave, as he picked up -the easel and set his sketch in place.</p> - -<p>"Awful glad your paintin' wasn't spoiled," said the boy. "It's bully. -You're a regular artist, ain't you?"</p> - -<p>At this remark a very wide smile played over the stout boy's features.</p> - -<p>"I draw pictures, too," stammered Ben.</p> - -<p>"You do?" said Dave, with interest. "See here, Ben, do you tend sheep?"</p> - -<p>"Sure," answered the boy, in surprise. "Why?"</p> - -<p>"Well, well," continued Dave, laughingly; "fellows, maybe we've -discovered another Giotto."</p> - -<p>"Giotto?" echoed Ben. "Who's he?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, an Italian artist who lived several hundred years ago," explained -Dave. "While tending sheep, he used to draw, and afterward he became -famous."</p> - -<p>"I've drawn pictures, too, while the sheep were grazing," said Ben, -eagerly.</p> - -<p>"Suffering catfish, how like the other Gee Otto," put in Tommy Clifton.</p> - -<p>"I'll draw you a picture now. Oh, you needn't laugh, Tom Sanders."</p> - -<p>Ben seized the sketch-book which Dave held out, and began to work.</p> - -<p>"Good boy! You've got the stuff all right," exclaimed the stout boy.</p> - -<p>Young Henderson looked pleased.</p> - -<p>"Isn't this like my father's house, Sanders?" he asked, holding up the -sketch, and Tom admitted that it was.</p> - -<p>"Wish Professor Mead could see it," murmured Dave. "If you want me to -give you a few pointers, come over to Rickham."</p> - -<p>Ben was delighted.</p> - -<p>"You bet I'll come over," he said, with sparkling eyes.</p> - -<p>"Then I must order a pair of spectacles," said Dave, solemnly, "and -cultivate a severe frown and deep voice, and if you don't become a -second Giotto, it won't be my fault."</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER XXII</a></h2> - -<h3>CHASING "LITTLE BILL"</h3> - - -<p>Ben Henderson lost no time in taking advantage of Dave Brandon's kind -offer; in fact, the very next morning he appeared at the Rickham House, -happy and expectant.</p> - -<p>Ben proved an apt pupil, and Dave enjoyed his new rôle as a professor.</p> - -<p>One morning, just after breakfast, Dick Travers poked his head -out-of-doors.</p> - -<p>"May have to stick inside all day," he grumbled. "Clouds are dark and -the wind is pretty brisk—it's going to rain."</p> - -<p>"Well, it isn't raining now," called out Dave from the dining-room. -"Let's ramble around for an hour or two, anyway."</p> - -<p>"Right you are, Chubby," agreed Bob. "I'm going to take my gun. Might -knock over a couple of hares."</p> - -<p>In a few minutes, the boys were crossing the field, headed for a fringe -of woods.</p> - -<p>As they were about to enter, Dick Travers happened to turn his head. -He stopped abruptly, and uttered an exclamation.</p> - -<p>"What's the matter, Dick?" asked Bob.</p> - -<p>"Some fellows going out on our wharf," was the answer.</p> - -<p>"I'll bet it's 'Little Bill' after the 'Spray' again," cried Tom, -excitedly.</p> - -<p>"Let's watch 'em a bit," counseled Bob.</p> - -<p>"Now's the time to put a stop to their funny business," said Bob. "Come -ahead, fellows. Guess Mr. Bill Dugan won't take the boat out to-day."</p> - -<p>"He has awful nerve," said Dick, angrily.</p> - -<p>"Perhaps he won't have so much when the Ramblers get through with him."</p> - -<p>The boys, fully aroused, broke into a run, and presently recognized -"Little Bill." But Dugan and his companion, busily engaged in casting -off the ropes, did not look around until the indignant boys were almost -upon the wharf.</p> - -<p>"Hey there, Bill Dugan," yelled Bob; "get away from that boat!"</p> - -<p>"Well, I declare—if that isn't 'Surly Joe' with him," panted Dick. -"Crickets, but this is a surprise!"</p> - -<p>Both the trapper and "Little Bill" wheeled sharply around at Bob's -command. Dugan's face flushed; he was evidently disconcerted and no -doubt felt like taking to his heels, but "Surly Joe's" unamiable -countenance glared defiance.</p> - -<p>"Don't pay no attention to 'em, Bill," snarled the latter. "They hain't -got no more sense than ter skeer away a hull flock of the finest ducks -you ever see. Jump in, an'——"</p> - -<p>"Don't do anything of the sort, Dugan," commanded Bob, firmly. "You -have no right to touch that boat!"</p> - -<p>"What's the reason I hain't?" cried "Little Bill," with a show of -courage. "Old Barton says ter me—he says, 'Bill, if ever——'"</p> - -<p>"Don't chin with 'em all day, but jump in," interrupted "Surly Joe," -angrily. "Didn't you say that you an' me could have a little sail? You -ain't skeered of them young kids, I hope, Bill Dugan?"</p> - -<p>"You don't know how to sail a boat, anyway," cried Bob. "We won't stand -any nonsense now."</p> - -<p>"Jist listen at him—wal, did I ever hear the beat of it? If that ain't -impertinence fur ye," growled Joe Tomlin. "He's insulted, ye, Bill -Dugan—that's what he's done. Do you stand fur sich talk as that?"</p> - -<p>"No, I don't!" yelled Dugan, fiercely.</p> - -<p>His right hand shot out; he seized Bob Somers' rifle, and wrested it -from his grasp.</p> - -<p>"Jump in, Joe," he cried. "Here goes!"</p> - -<p>He leaped aboard the "Spray," and "Surly Joe" instantly followed. The -boat had been straining and tugging, with but one rope left to hold -her, and this Joe Tomlin instantly cast off.</p> - -<p>The boys were entirely unprepared for such sudden action, and their -indignation was thoroughly aroused as the "Spray" slowly drifted away -from the wharf, and "Surly Joe" was seen hauling up the sail.</p> - -<p>"I'll teach yer not ter be gittin' gay with me," cried Dugan. "When yer -apologizes, ye gits back yer old shootin' iron, an' not before. I'll -show you—an' that fat elephant, too."</p> - -<p>"After them in the 'Speedy,' fellows," cried Bob.</p> - -<p>"That's the idea!" yelled Dick.</p> - -<p>But the boys, in their excitement and hurry, proceeded to prove the -truth of the old saying, "The more haste, the less speed." Nothing -went right. Tommy Clifton fell down and bumped his nose; the ropes were -stubborn—one of them got wedged in a crack on the wharf, and Bob, -impatient at the delay, cut it loose.</p> - -<p>"Pile aboard, fellows!" he cried.</p> - -<p>A strong wind was blowing, and the "Spray," headed for Promontory -Island, had a good start.</p> - -<p>"Crickets! We'll have to go some to catch up with 'em," cried Bob. -"Give me a hand with the sail, Dick—that's it. Keep her steady, Sam."</p> - -<p>"What's the program?" asked Dave, calmly.</p> - -<p>"Board the 'Spray,' if necessary. When Dugan and 'Surly Joe' find we -mean business, they'll back down."</p> - -<p>"Maybe they won't, Bob," put in Tommy Clifton, nervously.</p> - -<p>"You might as well give it up," came floating over the air. "Little -Bill," in the stern, was waving Bob Somers' rifle tauntingly.</p> - -<p>"If you know what's best for yourself you'll come about," shouted Bob.</p> - -<p>"Is that elephant holding yer back?" sneered Dugan, and "Surly Joe's" -harsh laugh reached their ears.</p> - -<p>"Jiminy, the wind's kicking up awful big waves," said Tommy Clifton a -few minutes later. "Might be better to get back."</p> - -<p>"No siree, Tommy. It's now or never. We're not so easy as all that."</p> - -<p>"We must get that gun, even if they lead us a chase around the two -islands," put in Sam, emphatically.</p> - -<p>Heavy, rolling clouds shut from view the surrounding mountains; drops -of rain began to fall, and every moment the "Speedy" buried her nose in -the white-capped waves, while flying spray soaked the occupants.</p> - -<p>The quantity of water pouring over the gunwale assumed such proportions -that Dick and Bob Somers began bailing.</p> - -<p>Hemlock and Promontory Islands soon loomed up clearly, the latter grim -and majestic in the gray light.</p> - -<p>"Great sport, this," cried Dave. "We're gaining fast, Bob. Mind -yourself, Sam. This boat's a bit too narrow for stormy weather. There -goes the 'Spray' into the passageway."</p> - -<p>As the wind blew stronger and the angry, hissing water broke against -the boat with great force, Tom Clifton's fears increased. He kept -looking at the shore, and each time the "Speedy" heeled far over felt a -shiver run through him.</p> - -<p>"Look out, Sam," he shouted, as a particularly violent gust bore down -upon them. "Look out! Jiminy, we'll be over in a minute."</p> - -<p>But the "Speedy" bravely righted herself, and struggled ahead.</p> - -<p>This was repeated so many times that the boys began to think they were -experiencing the worst that was in store for them, and that after all -there was no real danger.</p> - -<p>"Fine sport—fine," said Dave Brandon, at length. "Just fierce enough -to be enjoyable."</p> - -<p>"Right you are," added Sam, emphatically.</p> - -<p>As the steersman was about to change his course, a sudden and -unexpected lurch tore the tiller from his grasp and sent him crashing -against the gunwale. The sail began to thrash and bang violently in the -wind, and cries of alarm instantly arose.</p> - -<p>"Drop the sail!" yelled Bob, struggling to Sam's assistance.</p> - -<p>The "Speedy" careened far over; before Dave Brandon and Dick Travers -could master the flapping canvas, the boom swung swiftly across. Tommy -Clifton tried to duck, but too late. His horrified chums saw him swept -backward into the choppy water.</p> - -<p>It had happened so quickly that not a move could be made to aid him.</p> - -<p>But Tommy's yell of terror had scarcely ceased, when Dick Travers threw -off his coat and shoes, and, without an instant's hesitation, dived -overboard.</p> - -<p>As he rose to the surface, bravely battling against wind and -foam-crested waves, he clearly felt the grip of the treacherous current.</p> - -<p>Tommy Clifton's head bobbed up close by, and, swimming hand over hand, -Dick made straight for him.</p> - -<p>"Keep up, Tommy, old boy," he managed to gasp.</p> - -<p>But the terror-stricken lad did not seem to hear. He grasped wildly at -his rescuer, who, however, knew enough to keep clear.</p> - -<p>At a favorable moment he seized Tommy by the hair and by a quick move -turned him on his back. So far, he had been buoyed up by the hope that -the "Speedy" would immediately tack to their assistance, and, hampered -by his clothes, he strove merely to keep afloat.</p> - -<p>The force of the wind and waves dashing in his face almost took his -breath away; his muscles ached, but he held on to white-faced Tommy -Clifton with a grip which could not be broken.</p> - -<p>"Why don't they come?" he murmured. Then he managed to turn, and, with -a great effort, glance over the crests of the gray, storm-swept waves.</p> - -<p>"Great Scott!"</p> - -<p>An icy chill swept through him. Instead of the "Speedy" being close at -hand and coming to their assistance, the instantaneous glance showed -him a boat bottom up, with several figures clinging to it.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII</a></h2> - -<h3>CANYON RIVER</h3> - - -<p>The accident had thrown the Ramblers into such consternation that for -an instant all seemed incapable of action.</p> - -<p>But the seriousness of their situation demanded immediate attention. -The "Speedy" had already passed the passageway, and each moment the -current of Canyon River and the wind were dragging it nearer the -dreaded gorge.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers was the first to arouse himself. The yell of Tommy Clifton -seemed to be still ringing in his ears. He grasped the tiller.</p> - -<p>"Ease over the sheet, Dave," he shouted. "We're coming about on the -starboard tack—quick!"</p> - -<p>But the instant's delay had been fatal. Before the boat could respond -to her helm, another furious blast sent her heeling over. This time, -the tapering mast met the water; the boys shot out in all directions; -then the "Speedy" turned bottom up, and, as if rejoicing at another -victim, the current raced her swiftly along.</p> - -<p>When they rose to the surface, the Ramblers, with one accord, struck -out for the boat; each felt that to stem the force of wind and water -was impossible. Numerous rocks studded the channel a bit further down, -and their only hope seemed to lie in reaching one of these. At any -rate, they had already gone so far that no effort at swimming could -have saved them from the turbulent water below.</p> - -<p>Clinging to the hull, they could only glance at each other with white -faces—faces which reflected the terror that gripped their hearts.</p> - -<p>By this time, dark, rolling clouds had blotted out the mountain tops, -and seemed to be on the point of pouring earthward a flood of rain. -Nature was, indeed, in a wild and threatening mood.</p> - -<p>And now an ominous roar rose above the sound of wind and waves. Already -the upturned boat was sweeping past the lower end of Promontory Island.</p> - -<p>The cliffs lashed with perpetual foam were near at hand.</p> - -<p>Like one in a dream, Sam Randall saw flashing into view the white -rocks upon which he had stood only a short time before. Then, almost -instantly, torn like the others from their hold on the "Speedy," he was -battling for life in a seething vortex.</p> - -<p>Exhausted by the pounding and almost blinded, he struggled desperately -to keep his head above water and reach one of the rocks. But a short -distance separated him from a haven of safety. He kept his eye fixed on -a form over which the water pounded and lashed. A few feet more, and -his hand would reach it.</p> - -<p>At last, with the agony of despair, Sam Randall grasped hold of the -projecting point. His fingers closed tightly around it, and for an -instant it looked as if success would crown his effort.</p> - -<p>Then he was torn away.</p> - -<p>A deafening roar rang in his ears; he seemed to be fairly lifted above -the madly swirling water, then forced beneath, and when, gasping and -choking, he rose to the surface, it was within the gloomy gorge, with -nothing but rocky walls on either hand.</p> - -<p>Yes, Bob and Dave were there, too.</p> - -<p>The current was now smooth and even, and the three, notwithstanding -their exhausted condition, found little difficulty in keeping to the -surface. The "Speedy" could be seen not far ahead.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers felt a strange calmness steal over him; the first crushing -shock had gone, and even when, a few minutes later, a steady murmur -rose above the gurgle of the lapping water, it did not seem to increase -his agitation.</p> - -<p>The cataract was not far ahead.</p> - -<p>The sound rapidly increased in volume, a steady droning, musical and -solemn.</p> - -<p>The swimmers shot around a jutting crag; then Bob Somers felt like -uttering a shout. Hope swept away the unnatural calmness, and renewed -his strength.</p> - -<p>The river widened out; on the left side a green field, dotted with -trees, sloped gently to the water's edge.</p> - -<p>"Let's try to land there," cried Bob, and the boys struck out in that -direction. The current was swift, and they realized that an instant's -delay would result in their being swept down to the falls. Already more -than half the green shore was behind them, when Bob Somers won his -battle. He grasped an overhanging tree and pulled himself up on the bank. -Then, a bit further along, Dave Brandon crawled up on a shelving rock, -and lastly, Sam Randall.</p> - -<p>Exhausted, the three lay perfectly still, their hearts filled with -thankfulness at their wonderful escape. Bob Somers was the first -to rise, and, in a moment, the others joined him. They were three -strange-looking boys, pale-faced, with wet, bedraggled clothing that -stuck tightly to their forms.</p> - -<p>"We had a narrow escape, fellows," exclaimed Sam Randall, with a -shiver. "I never expected to get out of it."</p> - -<p>"One adventure like this would last a fellow a lifetime," murmured -Dave. "We ought to thank our stars. I'll never forget how I felt when -we were in that gorge," and Dave shuddered.</p> - -<p>"Nor I," said Bob. "If we only knew what happened to poor Tommy and -Dick."</p> - -<p>"Travers is a good swimmer; the current doesn't run very strong there, -and they were close to Hemlock Island."</p> - -<p>Dave's cheering words brightened the others considerably.</p> - -<p>"Listen to the roar of that cataract," put in Sam. "It can't be far -off—sounds like a whopper."</p> - -<p>"Suppose this valley had been on the other side of the falls, instead -of this," said Dave, reflectively.</p> - -<p>"Don't, Chubby," and Bob shivered. "Poor old 'Speedy,' she's smashed to -bits, now—nice news for Uncle Barton. Maybe he won't have a few things -to say to Dugan."</p> - -<p>"Fellows," said Sam, suddenly, "how are we going to get out of this -place? We may be in a fine pickle after all—let's explore a bit."</p> - -<p>The valley seemed circular, and less than a quarter of a mile across. -Trees and all sorts of vegetation grew in the richest profusion. Above, -the cliffs were enveloped in the low, scudding clouds, and occasionally -big drops of rain spattered about them.</p> - -<p>The three came to a halt at the end of the valley. The rocky walls -rose sheer from the water again, and all hope of escape in that -direction was cut off. A little below them, on the other side of the -river, they could see another green shore, but its extent could not be -determined on account of the cliff which jutted in front.</p> - -<p>"Might have been better if we'd landed there," said Dave, reflectively. -"Look at that spur extending out into the stream."</p> - -<p>"Maybe," admitted Bob. "Suppose we explore the rest of the valley."</p> - -<p>At the end of half an hour, the boys looked at each other in dismay. -Every nook and corner of the border line had been inspected, and a -disheartening fact was forced upon them—the valley had no outlet.</p> - -<p>"Bob, we're bottled up," said Sam, gloomily.</p> - -<p>"An awful fix," murmured the captain, with sinking heart.</p> - -<p>Dave glanced upward.</p> - -<p>"Might as well think of trying to climb the sides of a house, Chubby," -said Sam, despairingly. "Hang it—what's to be done?"</p> - -<p>"Have lunch," answered the "poet." He pointed toward a mass of -blackberry bushes. "Better than nothing," he added.</p> - -<p>The others thought so, too, and began an onslaught which lasted until -their hunger was considerably appeased. Then, despite a drizzly rain, -they wandered back to the river, and ran up and down the banks to keep -warm. The top of Promontory Island could be faintly seen between the -canyon walls.</p> - -<p>"If we only had some matches, it might be worth while to build a fire," -remarked Sam. "Old Neil Prescott would be sure to see it."</p> - -<p>"But Bill Dugan said that no one could ascend the river from below," -declared Bob.</p> - -<p>"And no one's coming the way we did. What can be done, Dave?"</p> - -<p>"Eat blackberries, and hope," counseled the "poet," and, as Sam made an -impatient gesture, he added, "Until to-morrow, at least."</p> - -<p>"And to-morrow?" said Sam.</p> - -<p>But his question remained unanswered.</p> - -<p>Soon they sought shelter under a thick clump of trees.</p> - -<p>"Seems a pity that such a beautiful little place should be hidden," -remarked the "poet," thoughtfully. "Remember the poem,</p> - -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse">"'Full many a flower is born to blush unseen</div> - <div class="verse">And waste its sweetness on the desert air'?"</div> -</div></div> - -<p>But neither Bob nor Sam could view the situation as cheerfully as their -companion, and remained moodily silent.</p> - -<p>Never could the boys remember so tiresome a wait as they had beneath -the trees that afternoon. The minutes seemed to drag out interminably. -It was late when the rain stopped, and they continued their -exploration, in a vain hope that some way out of their dilemma might be -discovered.</p> - -<p>"No use," said Sam, wearily. "We are in an awful pickle."</p> - -<p>Dave Brandon and his chums nodded.</p> - -<p>Toward dusk the clouds began to clear away, and when night came, -twinkling stars peeped between the flying masses. But it was a black, -gloomy night; the wind rustled the tree-tops mournfully, and the -monotonous roar of the cataract sounded louder than ever.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV">CHAPTER XXIV</a></h2> - -<h3>"YOU SAVED MY LIFE!"</h3> - - -<p>The sight of the overturned boat seemed to take all the strength from -sturdy Dick Travers' frame. The full realization of his own and Tommy -Clifton's peril was swallowed up for an instant in the thought of the -terrible danger which menaced his chums. For the next few moments he -simply drifted along on the current.</p> - -<p>But fast failing strength, the helpless condition of Tommy Clifton, and -the hiss and splash of the water all around soon aroused him to a sense -of present duty.</p> - -<p>"Help, help!" he cried, hoping that perhaps "Little Bill" and "Surly -Joe" might be within hearing.</p> - -<p>He was just abreast of the narrow entrance to the passageway at the -foot of Hemlock Island.</p> - -<p>Presently Dick Travers repeated the call; then he half closed his -eyes, and, with set mouth and contracted brow, renewed the battle.</p> - -<p>Suddenly a shout reached his ears.</p> - -<p>Dick Travers' heart bounded with hope.</p> - -<p>"Keep up—we'll be there in a jiffy," were the words that floated over -the air.</p> - -<p>Dick's senses were becoming benumbed; from which direction the sound -came he could not tell, but his plight had been discovered—that was -enough—and again came the encouraging cry, "Keep up!"</p> - -<p>He summoned all his fleeting strength, but it was not sufficient to -enable him to raise himself above the waste of gray water.</p> - -<p>Then a dark form suddenly appeared from the direction of Hemlock -Island, and he saw a boat headed straight toward them.</p> - -<p>Nearer, nearer it came; and now he could hear the steady click of oars.</p> - -<p>Again encouraging cries reached him.</p> - -<p>"Great Scott! Jim Havens and Phil Levins," was the thought that flashed -through Dick Travers' mind.</p> - -<p>Two oarsmen were rowing desperately, and, aided by the current, their -rowboat shot quickly ahead. As it loomed close above him, the figures -of the mountain boys vaguely reminded Dick of giants.</p> - -<p>A wave larger than the rest was bearing down upon him, and in a moment -he would be buried beneath its foaming crest. Once more he summoned his -strength—he knew it would be the final effort.</p> - -<p>Just as that terrifying line of white rose before his eyes, he felt -a strong hand grip his collar; he was conscious of seeing indistinct -forms before him, of hearing voices and of helping to lift Tom Clifton -out of the water—then a darkness obscured his vision.</p> - -<p>When he opened his eyes again, Jim Havens and Phil Levins were gazing -eagerly in his face.</p> - -<p>"He's all right," came from Havens. Then Dick saw that he was lying -amidst tall grasses, and that Tommy Clifton, with a dazed expression, -was sitting propped up against a rock.</p> - -<p>"My," he whispered; "that was a narrow escape. I——"</p> - -<p>"Quick—tell us how you got into the water," said Havens, excitedly. -"Where did your boat get to?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, tell us," chimed in Phil.</p> - -<p>"What's become of Bob Somers and the other boys?" asked Tom Clifton, in -a hoarse whisper.</p> - -<p>"Then you don't know?" Dick Travers shook his head sadly. "The 'Speedy' -and the whole crowd was carried into the gorge. Isn't it awful?"</p> - -<p>"I was afraid of that," cried Havens, in dismay. "Great Cæsar!"</p> - -<p>"Carried into the gorge of Canyon River?" gasped Phil Levins, -breathlessly; "it can't be possible! How do you know?"</p> - -<p>Dick Travers' voice faltered as he gave an account of their thrilling -experience, and when he had finished a silence fell upon the group.</p> - -<p>It was broken by Dick, who inquired, "How did you happen to see us?"</p> - -<p>"The 'Dart' is anchored in the passageway, behind that clump of trees," -Havens explained, in a low voice. "Phil and I came over to get a few -rabbits, and hadn't been ashore but a short time when 'Little Bill' and -'Surly Joe' came along in the 'Spray.' 'Little Bill' asked us what we -thought of his 'private yacht,' and both Phil and I felt sure he'd run -off with it, as he did before.</p> - -<p>"Well, we were loafing around, when all of a sudden your shout for help -nearly startled the life out of us."</p> - -<p>"And it's a mighty lucky thing I borrowed Grimshaw's boat this morning -and we towed it over," added Phil Levins. "Don't believe the clumsy old -'Dart' would ever have reached you in time."</p> - -<p>"Dick!" exclaimed Tom, abruptly, "you saved my life!"</p> - -<p>"And Havens and Levins saved us both," said Dick, warmly. "But, oh, -isn't it awful about our fellows? I'll never get over it—never!"</p> - -<p>"What's to be done, Dick?"</p> - -<p>"Don't know, I'm sure," and Dick struggled to repress the emotions -which surged within him.</p> - -<p>The sky grew darker; the trees soughed mournfully in the breeze, and -the dreary aspect of nature was in accord with their feelings. Gloomily -they sat around, with no consoling thoughts to cheer them.</p> - -<p>"Don't you think there's a chance for Bob and the others?" ventured -pale-faced Tommy Clifton.</p> - -<p>"You know how it was with Howard Fenton," answered Dick. "This is a -fine ending to our trip."</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV">CHAPTER XXV</a></h2> - -<h3>"HELLO, BOB SOMERS!"</h3> - - -<p>It seemed to the boys in the canyon as if the night would never end. -At intervals, they dozed, but their slumber, disturbed by distressing -thoughts, was not refreshing.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers, in his wakeful moments, felt the strangeness and danger of -the situation with full force. How out of the world he felt, hemmed in -between those great walls; how was it going to end? He cudgeled his -brain in vain, and occasionally rose and walked to the edge of the -river, where he tried to pierce the gloom that enshrouded them.</p> - -<p>At dawn, a chilling air was sweeping through the canyon. The narrow -slit of sky seen between the towering heights was of a palish green. A -rosy cloud floated slowly across, and a lone hawk winged its way, high -up. They mechanically watched the bird approach, pass overhead, and -disappear.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers drew a long breath, as he glanced aloft.</p> - -<p>"Don't believe I ever saw anything look so high," he said.</p> - -<p>"Let's go for our breakfast," suggested Dave.</p> - -<p>"Blackberries," said Bob, with a sniff of disgust. "I hate -blackberries—shape, smell, taste—everything. Don't believe I shall -ever eat another."</p> - -<p>"And I don't believe we shall ever eat anything else," observed Sam, -gloomily.</p> - -<p>"Cheer up, fellows! While there's blackberries, there's hope," -put in Dave, with a faint smile. "After breakfast, we'll hold a -council—something must be done."</p> - -<p>With difficulty, the three managed to swallow the berries, and then -drink a quantity of water, as Bob said, to "take the taste out of their -mouths."</p> - -<p>By this time, the sunlight was slanting across the tops of the -mountains.</p> - -<p>Sam Randall seated himself on a rock, the picture of gloom and -dejection.</p> - -<p>"Now what's what?" he asked.</p> - -<p>"We can't climb the cliff," answered Dave. "Do you think——" He -hesitated.</p> - -<p>"Think what, Chubby?"</p> - -<p>"That it would be too risky to swim for the other shore?"</p> - -<p>Bob and Sam looked at the current and listened to the roar of the -cataract. The thought of again trusting themselves to the mercy of such -waters made them shiver.</p> - -<p>"The current is much swifter over there," said Sam, "and if we missed -that point of rock——" An expressive gesture finished the sentence.</p> - -<p>"Guess the searching parties are out for us now," observed Bob Somers.</p> - -<p>"Even if they discover where we are, how in the dickens could they help -us?" demanded Sam.</p> - -<p>"You have me there. But I want to take a day off from that river. I'll -chance it with the two of you to-morrow."</p> - -<p>"Good," said the "poet." "We won't give up till we have to. I wouldn't -mind it half so much if we had anything to eat besides——"</p> - -<p>But Bob cut him short. "Don't say it, Chubby," he remarked dolefully. -"I'm trying to forget 'em."</p> - -<p>"And I can't," added Sam.</p> - -<p>The hours dragged wearily by. Sometimes they lolled on the ground, -watching the high clouds floating slowly across, then wandered around -in search of food.</p> - -<p>"Blackberry Valley—nothing else here," sighed Bob.</p> - -<p>As long as daylight lasted and the glow of the afternoon sun gilded the -clouds, they kept up their courage, but the approach of night filled -them with dread. It grew dark very soon within the rocky confines, and -the barren gray walls wore a cheerless aspect.</p> - -<p>The three hungry and worried boys were again obliged to partake of the -much despised fruit, after which they returned, as before, to the river.</p> - -<p>Sleep, in spite of their weariness, seemed out of the question. The -stars came out against the darkening sky, and shone brilliantly.</p> - -<p>"Oh, how I hate the nights in Blackberry Valley," groaned Bob.</p> - -<p>"No more than I," said Sam. "Maybe this is all a dream."</p> - -<p>"You mean a nightmare."</p> - -<p>Moodily, they sat around; conversation lagged; an hour dragged slowly -by. Then Bob Somers, who had been gazing dejectedly through half-closed -eyes, started up.</p> - -<p>"Look, fellows—look!" he cried, excitedly.</p> - -<p>"Where—where? What is it?" asked Dave.</p> - -<p>"A light—don't you see? Straight ahead."</p> - -<p>"Jiminy crickets! As I live, it's Neil Prescott's bonfire, on -Promontory Island," gasped Sam. "Gee, but that's good to see."</p> - -<p>"Wish we knew what in the world he's up to," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"Thought you might find out when Tommy and I went to the mountains," -replied Sam, gloomily.</p> - -<p>With intense interest they watched the speck of light. At intervals, it -almost disappeared, then shone forth again, and finally burned steadily -like a beacon against the dark sky.</p> - -<p>"Mighty strange," murmured Bob.</p> - -<p>"There's some reason for it," put in Dave. "As sure as you live, it's a -signal."</p> - -<p>"But to whom?"</p> - -<p>"Gee! I don't know. It's a mystery I'd give a lot to solve."</p> - -<p>The Ramblers kept their eyes eagerly glued to the one link which still -bound them to civilization, and breathed a sigh of regret as it began -to slowly fade from view. At length but a tiny glimmer remained, and -finally night blotted this out.</p> - -<p>"It's gone," breathed Sam. "Old Neil Prescott is a jolly good -fellow, and—great Scott—say! Am I awake or dreaming? Pinch me, -somebody—quick!—What's that?"</p> - -<p>Sam excitedly raised his voice to a shout, and sprang to his feet, -while the others, with wild exclamations, followed.</p> - -<p>"What in the world is it?" cried Bob Somers.</p> - -<p>A light was springing into view on the opposite shore, apparently on -the jutting point.</p> - -<p>With throbbing hearts, the three watched it grow. For a moment, not -a word was spoken. It seemed so unreal, so extraordinary, that they -almost doubted their eyes.</p> - -<p>"A fire, down here in the gorge!" gasped Bob Somers. "It doesn't seem -possible."</p> - -<p>"A fire!" echoed Sam, in amazement.</p> - -<p>"By all that's wonderful!" murmured the "poet."</p> - -<p>Yes—flames were growing larger, curling and twisting; a ruddy light -was spreading around—it meant that they were not alone in the terrible -gorge.</p> - -<p>The restoration from despair to hope sent such a wave of thankfulness -into the minds of each that they felt like dancing with joy. Then their -united voices rose in a volume of sound which echoed and reëchoed -throughout the narrow confines with startling clearness.</p> - -<p>They paused, and waited anxiously.</p> - -<p>For an instant, there was no response. Then, "Hello, hello! Who are -you?" came a voice, the tones of which seemed to indicate the greatest -amazement.</p> - -<p>Saved—saved! What a blessed thought!</p> - -<p>"Hurrah!" yelled Bob.</p> - -<p>"Who are you?" repeated the speaker across the river.</p> - -<p>His voice had a strangely familiar sound.</p> - -<p>"It can't be possible," said Bob, excitedly. "I wonder if—but no——" -He stopped, and peered eagerly toward the fire, which, flaring up, -revealed two figures.</p> - -<p>"I'm Bob Somers!" he shouted. "Dave Brandon and Sam Randall are with -me. Who are you?"</p> - -<p>This announcement was followed by another pause. Then came an amazing -response.</p> - -<p>"Hello, Bob Somers—I'm Howard Fenton."</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI">CHAPTER XXVI</a></h2> - -<h3>ACROSS THE CURRENT</h3> - - -<p>"Howard Fenton—I thought it was his voice," gasped Bob. "Great Scott!"</p> - -<p>"Howard Fenton!" exclaimed Dave, while Sam Randall uttered a joyous -shout, ejaculating, "It's the strangest thing I ever heard of."</p> - -<p>"And the finest," declared Bob, enthusiastically. "Chubby, I can -scarcely believe it's true."</p> - -<p>"Nor I," declared the delighted Dave.</p> - -<p>Volleys of questions were hurled back and forth, but the noise of the -waterfall made conversation difficult, and it was decided to postpone -explanations until the following morning.</p> - -<p>They learned one thing, however—Howard Fenton was not hemmed in as -they were, and he was not alone.</p> - -<p>What a difference a few minutes had made. When the tumult of emotions -had subsided, the boys talked and laughed until weariness could no -longer be denied.</p> - -<p>Hunger was forgotten, and they slept until the rosy glow of early -morning was tingeing the clouds. Faces were washed in the clear water, -and they felt somewhat better.</p> - -<p>This had scarcely been finished, when a cheery shout greeted their -ears. Howard Fenton and his companion had appeared in view. The latter -carried a long rope.</p> - -<p>"I said, Dave, that I'd take a chance with you this morning, and try -for the other side," said Bob. "It's good-bye to Blackberry Valley, -now. Hello, Howard!" he shouted.</p> - -<p>Fenton again waved his hand, and shouted, "Are you ready to come over?"</p> - -<p>"Yes!"</p> - -<p>"Listen! It's a dangerous swim, unless you're feeling pretty husky. It -wouldn't do to take any chances."</p> - -<p>"We'd starve over here—nothing else for us to do, Howard."</p> - -<p>"The cataract is about a quarter of a mile below," went on -Fenton. "If you should miss the ledge where we had the fire last -night—well—nothing can save you. But when you get near enough, we'll -throw a line. Grab it and hang on for all you are worth."</p> - -<p>Fenton tried to speak lightly, but his tones showed a suppressed -agitation which the boys did not fail to notice.</p> - -<p>"Well," said Sam, in an undertone, gritting his teeth and glancing at -the gurgling water, "we aren't out of the woods yet."</p> - -<p>"We'll be in 'em sure enough when we strike the water," observed Dave, -with a faint smile.</p> - -<p>"I'll go first," announced Bob, "and the best place to start from is -the upper end of the valley." Then, raising his voice, he yelled, "Are -you ready, Howard? Got your rope?"</p> - -<p>Quickly, the three walked to the most favorable point on the beach.</p> - -<p>"Good-bye, fellows, I'll see you on the other side."</p> - -<p>It was a moment that none of the little group would ever forget. Dave -Brandon and Sam Randall gripped the captain's hand.</p> - -<p>"Keep a stiff upper lip, Bob, old man," whispered the "poet."</p> - -<p>Bob Somers drew a long breath. It took all the courage he possessed to -deliberately launch himself into Canyon River, but he waved his hand -to the others, and took the plunge.</p> - -<p>In an instant he was buffeting the powerful current. Again he saw the -gray walls flying swiftly by; again the water lapped and splashed -around him and murmured and sang.</p> - -<p>The swimmer kept his eyes fixed on the opposite cliff and its rugged -outline rising from the ledge where Howard Fenton and his companion -awaited him. Already he was approaching it; the boom of the falls -suddenly seemed to grow louder.</p> - -<p>"Here comes the rope—look out for it!" he heard a voice cry.</p> - -<p>Bravely battling, Bob Somers caught a momentary glimpse of the lariat -hurtling through the air. With a hiss, it fell a few feet in front—the -one thing which stood between him and the dreaded cataract.</p> - -<p>But the throw had been well-timed, and the captain, with his nerves set -to the keenest tension, grasped the line just as it was beginning to -sink.</p> - -<p>Desperately, he clung to it.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a name="illus5" id="illus5"></a> - <br /> - <img src="images/illus5.jpg" alt=""/> - <div class="caption"> - <p>DESPERATELY, HE CLUNG TO IT.</p> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>"We'll have you ashore in a moment, Bob," called Howard Fenton; "hang -on to it."</p> - -<p>Dave and Dick's yell of exultation followed—Bob Somers was safe at -last.</p> - -<p>A slight pull on the rope swerved him sufficiently from his course, -and he swung in directly toward the ledge; then, a few seconds later, -willing hands dragged him ashore, where he lay panting and exhausted.</p> - -<p>"My stars, but I am thankful for this!" exclaimed Fenton, fervently.</p> - -<p>"A good swim," said his companion, with an approving nod.</p> - -<p>The first thing Bob Somers did upon rising was to shake his rescuers -warmly by the hand.</p> - -<p>"Well, Howard," he gasped, "this is a mighty strange meeting."</p> - -<p>"You bet it is, old man," exclaimed the New York boy. "But say, Bob, -I guess you'd better not do much talking till you get a bite to eat. -Ready, eh?"</p> - -<p>"For a mile of anything but blackberries," smiled Bob.</p> - -<p>"Out in the wilds, I was forgetting my parlor manners—Bob, this is -Stuart Wells."</p> - -<p>The two again shook hands.</p> - -<p>"And now," laughed Wells, "those other castaways are getting -impatient. Who's that yelling?"</p> - -<p>"Sam Randall," said Bob. "Hi, hi!" he shouted. "Ready, eh? Come ahead!"</p> - -<p>Stuart Wells stood calmly, with lariat in hand. He watched Sam Randall -spring into the water, and at the critical moment again sent the rope -in a graceful curve through the air.</p> - -<p>Bob Somers drew a breath of relief when he saw his chum seize it.</p> - -<p>No sooner had Sam been assisted to a place of safety on the ledge than -Dave Brandon followed his example, and the good-natured "poet" soon -joined the group.</p> - -<p>It was a happy reunion, but even in their thankfulness the Ramblers -could not forget the clamoring of nature.</p> - -<p>"I'm burning up with curiosity to hear about everything, Howard," said -Bob, "but——"</p> - -<p>"Not a word till we pilot you to Canyon restaurant," laughed the other. -"All meals out in the open."</p> - -<p>"Um—um—lead us to it right away," cried the dripping Dave.</p> - -<p>Howard led the way around a thick clump of trees, and they saw, close -to the bluff, a well-built lean-to. Picks, shovels and other tools -were scattered about, while just to one side was a great pile of broken -stones.</p> - -<p>Soon the hungry boys were engaged in disposing of cold rabbit, -crackers, cheese and hot coffee, and before this pleasant occupation -was brought to an end, Bob Somers briefly acquainted Fenton and Stuart -Wells with the facts.</p> - -<p>"Well, well!" exclaimed Fenton, when he had finished, "'Little Bill' -responsible, eh? He's the cheekiest young rascal I ever met. Mighty -lucky Wells and I happened to be here, eh? I tell you I was never more -surprised in my life than when I heard you shout last night."</p> - -<p>"You must have been," admitted Bob. "Now, Howard, for goodness' sake, -tell us all about it."</p> - -<p>"Yes! We can't wait a minute longer," put in Sam, impatiently.</p> - -<p>"Well, it was this way," began Howard, settling himself comfortably on -a log. "The 'Dauntless' was pretty close to the passageway, when, all -of a sudden, I found that something was wrong with the rudder. The -wind was pretty fresh that day—remember, Sam? Well, I didn't take in -the sheet right away, as I should have done, but went to work to find -out what was the trouble. Close by, I saw a floating log."</p> - -<p>"Bumped in to it, eh?" asked Sam.</p> - -<p>"I had come about on a tack, and think the rudder must have struck it -squarely, for I found that it was broken loose and wouldn't respond to -the tiller. It was some minutes before I realized that it was damaged -beyond repair.</p> - -<p>"All the while, the wind and current were taking me toward the gorge -and I soon discovered what a serious blunder I'd made. Down came the -sail in a jiffy—but too late. I'll never forget how I felt when the -'Dauntless' made straight for the entrance to the river."</p> - -<p>Fenton lowered his voice and shivered.</p> - -<p>"Awful," murmured Bob.</p> - -<p>"Tommy and I saw you," cried Sam.</p> - -<p>"I didn't see anything but that terrible gorge," continued Howard. "The -'Dauntless' wobbled and twisted, and nearly keeled over when we passed -White Rocks. Whew!—'fearful' is about the word that hits it. The boat -shot into the canyon and I gave up hope."</p> - -<p>"We know what sensations you had," exclaimed Bob Somers. "Don't see how -they could be worse."</p> - -<p>"As luck would have it, the 'Dauntless' was so close to the opposite -cliffs when the first valley was reached that I was afraid to risk a -swim. So I stayed where I was, and it turned out to be a mighty good -thing that I did. The boat hit that jutting point over there, and I -didn't lose any time in getting off."</p> - -<p>"How about the 'Dauntless'?" questioned Sam.</p> - -<p>"She swung around, started off again, and went over the fall."</p> - -<p>"Must be a big one," commented Dave.</p> - -<p>"A crackerjack," said Howard. "We'll go down and see it, after a while."</p> - -<p>"Keep on with your story," urged Sam.</p> - -<p>"Needn't tell you how thankful I was for getting on solid ground -again," went on Fenton. "When my nerves stopped shaking I looked about, -and found——"</p> - -<p>"Blackberries?" said Bob.</p> - -<p>"Yes," laughed the other, "and, I might as well tell you, traces of -silver in the rocks."</p> - -<p>"Of silver?" echoed the boys, in surprise.</p> - -<p>"Yes, sir! I've studied a bit on those subjects. Told you I was going -to take a course in college—remember, Bob? Well, it didn't take long -for me to be satisfied that there was plenty of it, too."</p> - -<p>"Gee!" said Sam.</p> - -<p>"Mighty interesting," murmured Bob, while Dave stood straight up and -stared at the rocks.</p> - -<p>Fenton resumed:</p> - -<p>"But, fellows, it wasn't very long before I forgot all about -silver—thought I was bottled up for sure."</p> - -<p>"And how did you get out at last?" questioned Sam, eagerly.</p> - -<p>"I'm coming to that. Talk about being scared—I had to stay all night -in the blooming valley. Early next morning I began to hunt around for -a place to climb out, and, at length, found one that wasn't so bad. It -took a long time to get to the top of the cliff, and once near got an -awful shock."</p> - -<p>"How?" asked Sam, with interest.</p> - -<p>"Came to a wide ledge, with a big, round pile of rock above—it looked -like my finish; I couldn't see any way around it."</p> - -<p>"Gee!" said Sam again.</p> - -<p>"Had a pretty hard time of it," remarked Bob, sympathetically.</p> - -<p>"But I was desperate—thought that the ledge was wide enough to catch -me, if I fell—and so kept right on. Luckily, there were enough -irregularities to afford a foothold."</p> - -<p>"Guess you were glad when you reached the top?" said Dave.</p> - -<p>"You bet I was; and exhausted, too."</p> - -<p>"What did you do after that?" asked Dave.</p> - -<p>"Started right off. I had a compass and a pretty fair idea of the -direction. I blazed a trail—believe that's what you call it—so as to -know the place again."</p> - -<p>"How?" queried Sam.</p> - -<p>"With a big jack-knife. In about two hours I came across some -loggers. By that time I was so played out with hunger and excitement -that I collapsed completely—don't believe I could have gone a step -further, Bob. Of course I was an object of curiosity, but they were a -good-hearted lot, and gave me all I wanted to eat. Beans, bacon and -coffee tasted good, I can tell you. Well, it was simply great."</p> - -<p>"Guess it fixed you up all right," said Bob.</p> - -<p>"No, it didn't. I was so stiff and sore and had such a headache that it -was a bunk for me the whole of that day and most of the next. One of -the men, Jake Lawson, took a letter to the railroad station. Of course, -it was to my father, and in it I told him that if he cared anything -about a pile of silver it might be well to keep the whole thing quiet -for a while."</p> - -<p>"Then you didn't tell the loggers what had happened to you?" exclaimed -Bob, in great astonishment.</p> - -<p>"No—they thought I had merely wandered off and become lost in the -woods."</p> - -<p>"How did your father manage to find the place?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, Jake Lawson met him at the station and piloted him through the -woods. I tell you, he was glad to see me alive and well, for by that -time I was all right again."</p> - -<p>"I'll bet he was," commented Dave.</p> - -<p>"My tale about the silver impressed him very much, and he thought it -worth while to investigate fully. He did two things right away—sent -for a mining expert," Fenton paused and waved his hand toward Stuart -Wells, "then for one of his trusted old watchmen, Neil Prescott."</p> - -<p>"Ah, ha! Now we're coming to something," exclaimed Sam, with interest. -"We know Neil Prescott, all right."</p> - -<p>Howard smiled.</p> - -<p>"Father only consented to my returning to the valley on condition that -I would keep in constant communication with Neil, and——"</p> - -<p>"Bully!" interjected Sam.</p> - -<p>"Never attempt that climb unless it was absolutely necessary. As -for going up and down, carrying provisions and making an indefinite -stay—well, he wouldn't hear of it."</p> - -<p>"Don't wonder a bit," said Sam.</p> - -<p>"Anyway, we hit upon a splendid scheme. I happened to remember that -log hut on Promontory and suggested that Neil might fix it up and stay -there a while."</p> - -<p>"Well, well—also, did you ever!" cried Bob.</p> - -<p>"I got up a code of signals; and another dandy thing was the way Neil -managed to——"</p> - -<p>"Now I see the whole thing," put in Sam, with a grin. "He floated down -your provisions. Aha! That explains all his mysterious doings—now we -know why your father happened out on the lake that night."</p> - -<p>"Yes! You've learned the whole story," laughed Fenton.</p> - -<p>"Mighty interesting," observed Dave Brandon. "And the silver?"</p> - -<p>"It's going to pan out well," said the mining expert. "I guess Howard's -discovery will add a few dollars to his father's pocket-book."</p> - -<p>"I hope so," put in Fenton. "Of course the pater and Wells here knew -how to go about things, and we have our claim fully protected. Probably -a company will be formed in a short time, and the three of us may be -out here a good deal, later on. Wells has plans already made for a -hoist up the cliff, and a road from there won't be hard to make."</p> - -<p>"I'm jolly glad to hear of your good luck, Howard," said Bob, his eyes -sparkling.</p> - -<p>"Count me in on that," added Dave, warmly.</p> - -<p>"And Sam Randall is as much pleased as anybody," exclaimed the owner of -that name.</p> - -<p>"Enjoy it down here, all bottled up?" asked Bob Somers.</p> - -<p>"Oh, yes—of course—but not until I found that the cork was out."</p> - -<p>Howard smiled faintly, while several of his hearers laughed, and the -former then added, "We were going to let you know as soon as possible -that I was very much alive. Pater said it was a downright shame not to -tell you fellows right away. Honestly, it was my fault—but it's all -right, isn't it, eh?"</p> - -<p>"All right, old man," said Bob, and they shook hands all around.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII">CHAPTER XXVII</a></h2> - -<h3>UP THE CLIFFS</h3> - - -<p>After lunch, the Ramblers accompanied Fenton to "Mystery Falls," as -they termed the cataract. To reach it, they had to pass around a ledge -of rock into a third valley.</p> - -<p>"My!" observed Sam, striving to make his voice heard above the roar and -his face paling a little, "isn't it awful to think of what——"</p> - -<p>"Don't think of it, Sam," interrupted Dave, with a laugh, "but enjoy -the scene."</p> - -<p>And all agreed that it was a spectacle well worth seeing. The water of -Canyon River, in the shadow of the great walls, roared and thundered, -as it dashed with mighty force over the brink, to madly froth and -seethe and bubble and swirl away two hundred feet below.</p> - -<p>All felt a tremor when they thought of the fate of the "Dauntless" and -"Speedy" and the awful plunge which each boat must have taken.</p> - -<p>It was a long time before the boys could tear themselves away from the -fascinating spectacle. Naturally, they were anxious to return to the -village. Now that their own dangers were past, they felt so terribly -worried about Dick Travers and Tommy Clifton that any real enjoyment -was out of the question.</p> - -<p>Howard Fenton agreed to accompany them to Mountain Village on the -following day.</p> - -<p>That night, he again exchanged signals with Neil Prescott, the boys -being deeply interested spectators of the proceeding.</p> - -<p>The eventful morning arrived, and the four set out early, leaving -Stuart Wells at the camp.</p> - -<p>Fenton led the way toward a gully and began scrambling up the side.</p> - -<p>"Jiminy crickets!" exclaimed Bob. "Work ahead, Chubby."</p> - -<p>And Dave's only reply was a long drawn-out groan.</p> - -<p>A bit further up, a patch of scrubby firs and bushes stood out sharply -against their gray surroundings, and above that there was nothing but -barren rock.</p> - -<p>From ledge to ledge, the four made their way. Fortunately, footholds on -the steep, sloping sides were numerous, otherwise their task would have -been almost impossible.</p> - -<p>"Whew—hot work," panted Dave.</p> - -<p>"But we're getting up, Chubby," said Bob. "The river begins to look -like a creek."</p> - -<p>They stood on a shelving rock, with somewhat the feeling that an -explorer experiences when gazing upon a newly-discovered land for the -first time.</p> - -<p>"Mighty few people have seen this," quoth Dave. "Pretty little valley, -Fenton."</p> - -<p>"Yes it is, Dave."</p> - -<p>"And there's Wells—looks just like an ant. Can't you hear his voice -plainly? Wonderful how sounds carry in a place like this."</p> - -<p>Stuart had seen them, and was giving a parting salutation.</p> - -<p>Up, up, slipping, sliding and scrambling; now on hands and knees, -then drawing themselves almost by main force over rugged rocks, they -progressed slowly toward the top.</p> - -<p>Each was, of course, provided with a heavy stick, or "alpen-stock," as -Dave called it, and these proved very useful.</p> - -<p>At length, the toilsome climb was nearly over. They had reached the -rounded projection of which Howard had spoken. It rose from a wide -ledge, and looked so dangerous that the Ramblers' respect for the city -boy's prowess was greatly increased.</p> - -<p>"Nice job ahead of us," grumbled Sam. "My stars!"</p> - -<p>"You fellows get up and throw me a rope," said Dave. "I shall recommend -this for an air-ship station. My! A fellow needs wings to get around -anything like that."</p> - -<p>"Guess you understand why I felt stumped," laughed Fenton. "But wait -till you see it from the top."</p> - -<p>"Don't wonder Silver Valley hasn't many visitors," sighed Bob. "I feel -like calling for help."</p> - -<p>After a long rest, Howard Fenton started ahead, while the others -watched. It was hard, toilsome work, but, at length, they saw him drag -himself laboriously over the top, and disappear from view. Then a shout -of approval went up.</p> - -<p>"Here comes a rope, fellows," announced Fenton, a few minutes later.</p> - -<p>It dangled downward over the smooth rock.</p> - -<p>"I've fastened it up here, all right."</p> - -<p>Howard poked his face over the barrier, and peered down. "Come ahead, -Chubby," he called. "Don't depend too much on the rope."</p> - -<p>The stout boy, with an alarming series of sighs and groans, obeyed.</p> - -<p>At last all stood safely on the top, and agreed with Howard that no one -who did not know the lay of the land would care to venture down.</p> - -<p>"Howard, you have a pile of courage," said Bob, and Fenton smiled at -the compliment.</p> - -<p>After another short stop, he piloted them into the forest, following -his blazed trail without difficulty.</p> - -<p>The logger's hut was soon reached. Jake Lawson proved to be a rough, -raw-boned mountaineer with an original manner of speech. He was -profoundly astonished at the arrival of the boys, and still more -astonished when he learned of their adventure in the canyon.</p> - -<p>"Wal, wal," he exclaimed, elevating his shaggy eyebrows; "if this hyar -keeps up, they'll be a-sendin' pleasure parties through the gorge, an' -takin' up tickets at t'other end."</p> - -<p>The four partook of a good, square meal of bacon and beans at the -cabin, and then resumed their march.</p> - -<p>Late in the afternoon, weary, dusty and footsore, they arrived at the -Resort House.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII">CHAPTER XXVIII</a></h2> - -<h3>ALL TOGETHER</h3> - - -<p>Never before had Mountain Village experienced such a sensation. The -news of their arrival spread like lightning. All had been given up for -lost, their thrilling accident had been discussed and rediscussed, and -was still the principal topic of conversation.</p> - -<p>But the boys paid little attention to the questions hurled at them by -the excited people, until assured of the safety of Dick Travers and Tom -Clifton. They were rejoiced to hear of their rescue by Jim Havens and -Phil Levins.</p> - -<p>They also learned that "Little Bill" Dugan and "Surly Joe" Tomlin had -been arrested and taken to the town of Penton, some ten miles distant, -to await the action of the authorities.</p> - -<p>The Ramblers soon tore themselves away from their interested auditors, -and hurried toward Rickham House.</p> - -<p>On the porch they saw Dick Travers and Tommy Clifton, who stood for -an instant motionless, then, with loud shouts of joy, rushed down the -steps.</p> - -<p>Two sad, dejected-looking boys were suddenly transformed into the -happiest of mortals. They danced around, hugged their chums who had so -fortunately escaped the perils of Canyon River, and, altogether, acted -as if they had taken leave of their senses.</p> - -<p>Little Tommy Clifton, in his joy, actually broke down and began to cry, -but the others pretended to take no notice.</p> - -<p>"By all that's wonderful!" gasped Dick, wringing Bob's hand for the -tenth time, "somehow or other, I felt in my bones that it must come out -all right. And Fenton here, too? Great Cæsar, but I'm happy—hurrah, -hurrah!" and Dick began another wild jig.</p> - -<p>"This is the best thing that ever happened," laughed Tom Clifton, -excitedly. "Whoop la!" and he slapped Dave Brandon so energetically on -the back that the "poet" declared it was almost a case of assault and -battery.</p> - -<p>And just as they were about to step on the porch, another yell nearly -startled them out of their senses.</p> - -<p>Sam Bins, with wildly rolling eyes, stood at the doorway.</p> - -<p>"Good land—golly! Mr. Somers an' gemmen!" he cried. "Oh, dis chile can -hardly believe it. You hain't never been in dat awful gorge, nohow. It -was all a joke, eh?" and Sam's eyes rolled alarmingly. Then he began to -laugh, and go through the same kind of antics in which Dick and Tommy -had indulged a few moments before.</p> - -<p>"Not much joke about it, Sam Bins," said Bob, with a smile, "but come -out on the porch and hear the whole story. Hello—people coming, eh?"</p> - -<p>"Christopher, a regular mob," chimed in Sam Randall. "Guess we've made -some stir in Mountain Village."</p> - -<p>For that afternoon, the Resort House was deserted. All who habitually -settled affairs of state to their own satisfaction, discussed crops -and weather, and speculated about new arrivals, betook themselves to -Rickham.</p> - -<p>Even old Sile Stringer had hobbled over, when Bob Somers began to -graphically relate the story of their trip. Many gasps of astonishment -came from his listeners, as he told of first one thrilling experience -and then another.</p> - -<p>"I always know'd a feller could git through that gorge," quavered old -Sile; "always—said so many a time."</p> - -<p>Howard Fenton finally had a chance to speak of his own adventures, and -it was dark when the last of their visitors departed.</p> - -<p>In this happy way was ended an experience which none of the boys would -ever forget. And there were a couple of others, too, who were likely to -remember the part they had taken in it.</p> - -<p>"Little Bill" and "Surly Joe" were a badly frightened pair. Fairly -stunned by the catastrophe, and fearful of the consequences of their -act, they passed several very unpleasant days.</p> - -<p>Their astonishment and relief were, therefore, unbounded at the good -news, and soon after came the welcome intelligence that the Ramblers -would not press any charges against them.</p> - -<p>Even gratitude had a part in the make-up of "Little Bill" and "Surly -Joe." When the boys next saw them, they looked very different from the -bold spirits who had so defiantly sailed away on the "Spray."</p> - -<p>"Surly Joe" in particular seemed ill at ease, and a worried look had -replaced the scowl which usually rested upon his countenance.</p> - -<p>After having, in his awkward fashion, thanked the boys, he motioned Bob -to one side.</p> - -<p>"Pardner," he began, in a husky whisper, "I've got somphin' partic'lar -ter say."</p> - -<p>"All right, Joe," said Bob. "Fire away."</p> - -<p>The trapper scratched his head, looked down on the ground, and -hesitated.</p> - -<p>"Fact is, pardner, I 'most hates ter tell ye," he said, "but speakin' -frankly—meanin' no offense, yer understands,—I—I——"</p> - -<p>"Go ahead, Joe," encouraged Bob.</p> - -<p>"Wal, I didn't like you fellers—kinder struck me as bein' a bit too -perky, an' when you scares them ducks away, an' that leetle feller -hollers—wal, pardner, I ain't got the best disposition in the world, -an' it riled me more'n I was able ter stand."</p> - -<p>"That's all right, Joe. You didn't know us," laughed Bob.</p> - -<p>"'Tain't all right, pardner—not by a long shot, it ain't."</p> - -<p>"Surly Joe" paused, his eyes shifting uneasily.</p> - -<p>"Wal, I may as well out with it," he said, desperately. "You fellers -killed a b'ar?"</p> - -<p>"Sure we did," cried Bob, in surprise. "How did you know?"</p> - -<p>"'Cause I seen yer a-luggin' ther hide in the cave," was the surprising -answer.</p> - -<p>"Well, well," said Bob. "This is a surprise, all right. Where in the -dickens were you, Joe?"</p> - -<p>"Pretty close by, pardner. But that ain't all—honest, pardner, I hates -ter tell yer. I says, says I, 'A hard workin' trapper needs the b'ar's -pelt more'n a parcel of sassy young snipes; an' they ain't treated me -right, nuther; an'—wal, I ups and takes it. Thar, it's out now," and -Joe wiped his perspiring face, and shifted uneasily from one foot to -the other.</p> - -<p>"Jiminy crickets—another surprise," murmured Bob.</p> - -<p>"I never done nuthin' like it afore," confessed the unhappy Joe.</p> - -<p>"And if you never do again, Joe, it's all right," said Bob. "Maybe Dave -Brandon won't be glad to hear about this."</p> - -<p>"As sure as me name's Joe Tomlin, I'll fetch it to yer; an'—an'—say, -pardner, is it all right?"</p> - -<p>"Sure thing," cried Bob. "Hello, Dave!"</p> - -<p>"Oh, ho, but I am glad!" exclaimed the latter, when he had heard the -news. "It's simply great! I know just where I'm going to put that rug, -Bob. Sure, it's all right," and he slapped the trapper good-naturedly -on the back.</p> - -<p>For once, Joe Tomlin's face wore a pleased expression, and when he -turned away, Dave murmured, sotto voce, "No longer 'Surly Joe,' but -happy Tomlin."</p> - -<p>A few days later Dave Brandon was in possession of Old Ephraim's pelt.</p> - -<p>After Sam Randall and Tom Clifton, accompanied by Jim Havens, had -paid their visit to the mountains, and returned to tell of wonderful -exploits, a grand dinner was given in the old Rickham House. The guests -were Howard Fenton, his father, Stuart Wells, Jim Havens, Hank Merwin -and Neil Prescott.</p> - -<p>Sam Bins, in honor of the occasion, did himself proud, as Dick Travers -expressed it. After the meal the trapper and Neil Prescott told -several stories; Bob Somers sang a popular song, while Dave Brandon, -after a great deal of urging, delivered a recitation.</p> - -<p>It was Dick Travers, however, who provided the sensation of the -evening. The day before, he had received a package from Portland, but -jealously guarded its contents. Now they were exposed to view.</p> - -<p>Delighted exclamations came from all. The official photographer's -snap-shots had turned out remarkably well.</p> - -<p>First in interest was that woodland tragedy, the buck fight. One -animal had sunk to its knees in the water, while over him stood his -antagonist, with lowered head.</p> - -<p>"Truly extraordinary, Dick," said Mr. Fenton. "Allow me to congratulate -you. Such a rare picture ought to make a sensation."</p> - -<p>"Perfectly bully," cried Sam Randall, enthusiastically.</p> - -<p>Next in interest was Old Ephraim in the rôle of a fisherman, while the -third showed the group with Hank Merwin in front of the dugout. It was -a proud and happy night for the "official photographer."</p> - -<p>Hank Merwin's delight knew no bounds when three nicely mounted prints -were placed in his hands.</p> - -<p>At Mr. Fenton's special request Dick also made him a similar present.</p> - -<p>"I suppose," said the gentleman, smilingly, "that I am at liberty to do -what I please with these pictures, and if I decide to present them to -any one, I may say that it is in your behalf?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, indeed," answered Dick, wondering at the request.</p> - -<p>One afternoon, while they were sitting on the porch of the Resort House -"Big Bill" Dugan's "rattleboard" and a cloud of dust appeared in view. -In a few minutes the coach came to a stop, and the stage-driver climbed -down.</p> - -<p>"Hope there's some letters for us," said Bob. "Got much mail, Dugan?"</p> - -<p>"Ain't it easy ter wait an' see?" growled Bill, as he flung the bag on -the counter.</p> - -<p>"One for Somers," said the postmaster, presently; "you too, Travers."</p> - -<p>Dick glanced at his curiously.</p> - -<p>"Wonder what the dickens this can be, fellows?" he said, as he saw -on the outside of the envelope the name of a famous natural history -museum in the East.</p> - -<p>"One way to find out is to open it," suggested Dave.</p> - -<p>Dick did so, and spread out a formidable-looking letter.</p> - -<p>"Great Scott! Look at this, fellows," he cried.</p> - -<p>His interested chums read the following:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="ph1">"<i>Mountain Village, Oregon.</i></p> - -<p>"MR. RICHARD TRAVERS:</p> - -<p>"<i>Dear Sir</i>:—Some days ago we received from Mr. George Fenton, in -your behalf, two photographs taken by you in the mountains of Oregon.</p> - -<p>"The Natural History Society wishes to express its appreciation of -your gift, and to say that, as far as we know, the picture of fighting -bucks stands unrivaled.</p> - -<p>"Enlargements of both prints have been made and are hung in a -prominent place, with your name attached.</p> - -<p>"Should you at any time come East, the society would be glad to have -you pay them a visit."</p></div> - -<p>"Great Scott! What do you think of that?" gasped the delighted Dick.</p> - -<p>"It's simply immense," cried Bob, enthusiastically. "Fellows, three -cheers for Mr. Fenton and the official photographer of the Rambler -Club!" And they were given with a will.</p> - -<p>And Mr. "Big Bill" Dugan, about ready to crack his long whip, was heard -to remark, "Huh! 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