Title: The Camp Fire Boys at Log Cabin Bend - Four Chums Afoot in the Tall Timber
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THE CAMP FIRE BOYS AT LOG CABIN BEND


[Illustration: A guest at the campfire.]


THE CAMP FIRE BOYS AT LOG CABIN BEND

Or

Four Chums Afoot in the Tall Timber

by

OLIVER LEE CLIFTON

Author of “Camp Fire Boys in Muskrat Swamp,”
“Camp Fire Boys at Silver Fox Farm,” etc.

Illustrated by Charles L. Wrenn



Publishers
Barse & Hopkins
New York, N. Y.—Newark, N. J.

Copyright, 1923
By Barse & Hopkins

Printed in the U. S. A.



                                CONTENTS

                      I. At Nightfall in the Big Woods
                     II. The First Campfire
                    III. The Chum Beloved
                     IV. Unexpected Visitors
                      V. All Busy as Beavers
                     VI. The Events of a Day
                    VII. The Climber of the Beech Tree
                   VIII. Amos’s Strange Actions
                     IX. The Right Kind of Pals
                      X. Amos Decides
                     XI. Clearing Skies
                    XII. Setting the Trap
                   XIII. The Awakening of Perk
                    XIV. A Stirring Night Ahead
                     XV. Caught in the Storm
                    XVI. Where Woodcraft Pays
                   XVII. A Guest at the Campfire
                  XVIII. Elmer Has a Plan
                    XIX. The Long, Long Night
                     XX. Once More on the Trail
                    XXI. “Toot—Toot—T-o-oot!”
                   XXII. Not So Slow, After All
                  XXIII. What Perk Did
                   XXIV. When the Sun Broke Through
                    XXV. Back at the Cabin Again
                   XXVI. Looking Forward—Conclusion



                          ILLUSTRATIONS

      A guest at the campfire

      “A whopping big cat, for a fact!”

      His method of descending the tree was exceedingly clumsy

      Mr. Codling found the litter much more comfortable



                THE CAMP FIRE BOYS AT LOG CABIN BEND



                             CHAPTER I

                   AT NIGHTFALL IN THE BIG WOODS


“How far have we hiked, Elmer, would you say?”

“About twelve miles, at a rough guess, Perk.”

“Huh! then we ought to be close to the ford, where this old river
road crosses to the east shore of the Beaverkill, eh, Elmer?”

“If you listen carefully, Perk, you’ll hear the gurgle of the water
among the stepping stones that lie at the upper edge of Galloway’s
Ford.”

“That’s a fact; and say, I might have noticed it before now, only I
was so busy watching some honey-bees working in the wild flowers
alongside the road, and wondering if we’d be lucky enough to run
across their hive, away up in the top of some hollow tree. Wow! the
very idea makes my mouth water.”

“Well, once across the river and we’ll have about four miles more to
tramp before we can pitch camp; is that O.K., Elmer?”

“A close guess for you, Wee Willie; but over a rough trail instead
of this fairly decent road. Above the ford on this side there’s just
a tote-road leading up to Si. Keck’s deserted lumber camp that lies,
you remember, on the edge of Muskrat Swamp. This road crosses to the
other side, and runs to Crawford Notch, ten miles away.”

“Huh!”

The chap who uttered this last exclamation half belligerently was
what you might call a “horrible example” of the folly often
displayed by boys when clapping a “nick-name” on some unsuspecting
comrade.

Really “Wee Willie” was a full head taller than any one of his three
chums, having possibly “shot up” overnight when about fourteen, as
often happens—he was three years past that age now.

Perhaps at one time young Winkleman may have seemed puny and
undersized, so that he really merited the queer sobriquet his mates
had fastened upon him. But nowadays it seemed absolutely ridiculous,
and few ever used it save when accompanied by a whimsical grin that
must have become exceedingly annoying to the tall, angular,
sandy-haired and freckled youth; more especially since he had of
late been taking girls to country barn-dances.

The boy named “Perk,” really Aloysius Green Perkins, a rosy-faced,
genial-looking, and altogether wholesome chap, whom everybody liked,
once more spoke up. He was wheezing, being a bit stout of build, and
frequently mopped his face with a suspiciously dingy-looking red
bandanna; for the summer day had been rather warm, and each fellow
carried quite a weighty pack on his back.

“I’m more than sorry I kept you waiting for me, because I wanted to
see my dad when his train came in; but I had an important message
for him, you know. So I guess it’s my fault if we have to make the
last lap of our big hike after night sets in.”

“We should worry a whole lot about that!” disdainfully chortled the
tall tramper. “Here’s Elmer got his fine pocket flashlight along;
and besides, if we feel like it we can hold up a bit, and wait for
the old moon to come along. She’s due shortly after dark sets in,
you remember, fellows, being just past the full stage.”

“You’ve said it, Wee Willie,” remarked Elmer; “and we ought to be
good for a few more miles.”

“Huh!” grunted the tall chap, just as before, as though the mention
of that name grated on his nerves.

“Sure thing,” assented Perk, sturdily, though at the time it is
possible his plump lower limbs were feeling more or less “wobbly”
under him.

“Here’s the ford, and now to cross over,” remarked the fourth member
of the party, Amos Codling by name, who was rather a newcomer in
Chester; though ever since his advent, some six months previous, he
and Elmer Kitching had been fast friends after a sort of David and
Jonathan fashion.

The Beaverkill was not at a high stage, owing to summer droughts,
but made up for this by being unusually noisy at the point where its
waters ran past the “stepping stones,” forming eddies, and pools of
foam-crested water.

The four chums proceeded to cross over. As a rule they were
nimblefooted, and found little trouble in springing from rock to
rock. Once, however, fat Perk came near slipping into the “drink,”
when he made a little miscalculation. However, it happened that wise
Elmer had been “keeping tabs” on the movements of the other, and
managed to throw out a helping hand just in the nick of time.

So at last they reached the other shore. Perk was heard to draw a
long breath as of real relief; for he believed he had just had a
narrow escape from taking an involuntary bath, in which his pack
must have been thoroughly soaked as well as himself.

“Now we leave the Crawford Notch road, and take to the trail that
leads to Log Cabin Bend above here,” announced Elmer, who seemed to
be looked upon as a leader among his mates.

“I reckon now this might be your old trail,” mentioned Wee Willie,
as he pointed indifferently down at his feet.

Elmer agreed with him, for the “signs” were all there. And so
without wasting any time in argument they started off in single
file, with Perk fetching up the rear.

Already the sun was low down, and night could not be far distant.
The trees up in this region were unusually tall, for the lumberman
had not as yet attacked the eastern side of the Beaverkill.

“Say, let me tell you, it’s going to be some gloomy around here
pretty soon,” observed the tall boy, after they had been tramping in
this fashion for at least fifteen minutes, keeping up quite a lively
pace.

Amos sighed, as though he might be carrying a little more than his
share of boyish troubles himself; at which Elmer half turned his
head to glance uneasily at his chum; doubtless wondering what it
could be that of late was making the other seem so heavy-hearted.

They continued to plunge along, Elmer setting the pace. Already two
of the four miles had been left behind them, a fact that Perk heard
the leader state with much joy, though he only grunted in his
peculiar way.

“Hope you don’t lose touch with this blinky old trail, Elmer,”
suggested Wee Willie, apparently with a motive in view.

“That would be pretty tough on us, for a fact,” chuckled the other;
“and as it’s getting to be something of a strain on my eyes to pick
my way, I reckon it’s time we had a little artificial help.”

With that there immediately sprang into existence a glow from his
electric flashlight that brightly illuminated the forest ahead.

“That’s the ticket!” ejaculated the relieved Perk as they continued
to move along their way, winding in among the aisles of the tall
timber, but in the main keeping toward the north.

“I understand there’s some sort of queer history connected with this
old abandoned cabin at the big bend of the river; do you happen to
know anything about it, Elmer?” asked Amos, presently.

“Oh! I’ve heard some strange things about it,” came the quick reply;
“but I’m not feeling just in the humor to mention any of the same
right now. They’ll keep until some evening, when we’re sitting
around the fire, and spinning yarns.”

“Some of them are just _aw_ful,” Perk was heard remarking from a
little distance in the rear, for at times he seemed to lag more or
less; “but of course I never take much stock in such old women
stories.”

“All the same there _was_ some sort of tragedy took place—” began
Wee Willie, when Elmer stopped him short by saying:

“Drop that, old fellow; we said we’d avoid any and all unpleasant
subjects for to-night, when all of us are feeling a bit tired and
grumpy. Let’s figure out what sort of supper we’d enjoy most when we
arrive. I always look forward to the first meal in camp.”

“And the next one, too,” sighed Perk.

That started them on a congenial topic always deeply absorbing to
healthy and hungry lads; and they continued to lay out a program
which, had it been carried through in its entirety, must have made
serious inroads in the limited stock of provisions carried on their
backs.

Later on they relapsed into silence again, being pretty well worn
out and in need of refreshment. It was about this time that all of
them received a sudden rude shock when there came a savage snarl;
and as Elmer threw his light to the quarter whence came the
significant sound they discovered a crouching figure on the low limb
of a tree under which the winding trail to Log Cabin Bend apparently
ran.



                             CHAPTER II

                         THE FIRST CAMPFIRE


“Oh! what’s that?” gasped Perk.

“Stand perfectly still, everybody, or he may jump at us!” commanded
the leader.

“A whopping big cat, for a fact!” muttered Wee Willie, fumbling
about his waist, where he usually carried a homely so-called
“hunting knife” in a leather sheath, when on the hike.

“See his yellow and green eyes, will you!” muttered Amos. “He acts
as if as mad as hops because we came along. What ails him, do you
think, Elmer?”

“I couldn’t say,” replied the other, softly, “unless this one
happens to be a mother cat, with kits somewhere close by. They say
such a varmint is always doubly dangerous to a man in the woods,
especially after nightfall sets in.”

“What’ll we do about it—back out?” came in Perk’s quavering voice.

“I’d hate to do that, for fear of losing the trail,” said Elmer.

“But we’d get clawed up something fierce, wouldn’t we, if it came to
a fight with the savage critter? Just listen to the snarls, will
you?” the stout boy went on to say.

“Hold on!” suddenly remarked Amos; “leave it all to me, and I think
I can do the business. Just keep quiet for a minute or so, and then
see what’s going to happen.”

He was heard fumbling with some of the stuff he carried.

“You haven’t got a gun along now, have you, Amos?” asked Perk, with
possible visions of a wounded wildcat charging them, and committing
more or less scratching and biting before giving up the ghost.

“Something a heap better’n that,” panted Amos, himself excited for
fear the enraged beast might leap before he got his plans ready for
carrying out. “There, now I’ve got the thing loose; give me just
time enough to put a cartridge in place. Don’t be startled, fellows,
when I pull the trigger. It’s my camera flashlight I’m going to work
on the old rascal. Steady now!”

“Oh!” gasped Perk, comprehendingly.

[Illustration: “A whopping big cat, for a fact!”]

Even as he made this sound there came a dazzling flare that caused
every one to blink as if half blinded; indeed, a flash of lightning
could not have had a more startling effect.

“He jumped!” cried Perk, “but away from us! You certainly gave him
the scare of his life, Amos, with your bully camera outfit. Let’s be
pushing along, boys; somehow I don’t quite like this section of
woods very much.”

No one made any objection, and so the march was resumed. It might
have been noticed, however, that Perk made it a point not to lag
behind. He was continually imagining he saw crouching figures on
many a low hanging limb when Elmer’s light moved this way and that.

So they proceeded until finally Elmer announced that according to
his belief they were close to their destination.

“Thank you for saying that, Elmer,” remarked Perk, whole-heartedly,
as if he had never listened to more delightful words.

“Yes, here’s the river on our left,” added Wee Willie,
encouragingly; “and it looks to me as if we might be rounding the
bend right now.”

“Just what we are,” affirmed Amos. “A bit back we were heading due
east, and now our course is almost north.”

“Well, there’s the old moon going peeking up on the right,” Perk
commented, cheerily. “I can’t remember a time I felt happier to
glimpse her smiling face. I’m tired of seeing things lying in wait
for us. Ugh!”

Indeed, all of them felt somewhat the same way, so that when the
moon was discovered through the aisles of the forest her appearance
was greeted joyfully.

“Keep your eyes on the lookout for any signs of the old cabin,”
Elmer warned his three chums. “It would be a joke on us if we went
past without discovering it. But I’ve a notion this dim trail ought
to lead straight to the door.”

Accordingly four pairs of eager eyes kept on the alert every minute
of the time, and presently Wee Willie, who possessed remarkably keen
vision, made an eager announcement.

“There, over a little to the left—I’m sure it must be a shack under
that big tree!” he hastened to say.

“Something moved just then; didn’t you see it slip away?” Perk added
in a thrilling whisper.

“You’re still dreaming of cats by the wholesale, Perk!” chided the
tall chum, disdainfully.

“It was _something_ that seemed to double over, and disappear back
in the shadows!” sturdily declared the stout boy; “mebbe only a dog,
though!”

“And what would any dog be doing away up here?” demanded Wee Willie.

“Well, I’ve heard of wild dogs, that have run away from some farm,
and taken to living like their ancestors did by the chase,” Perk
maintained.

“You only imagined you saw something, so forget it, please,” the
other assured him. “Now, here’s the cabin, let’s see what she looks
like, Elmer!”

By making good use of his little hand torch the leader was able to
do as requested. They all stared eagerly, and then Wee Willie gave
vent to a grunt of disappointment.

“Huh! a rickety old shack it is, believe me, boys!” he grumbled.
“The door hangs on one rusty hinge; and it looks to me as if the
roof might be as full of holes as a housewife’s sieve. Say, just
imagine a bally storm hitting us when cooped up in this rotten crib!
We’d get soaked to the bone, chances are. I think we’d be sensible
to make a brush shanty. Besides, now, I wouldn’t be surprised if the
old cabin was haunted.”

“Oh! what makes you believe so?” demanded the thrilled Perk, his
thoughts possibly flying back to the flitting shadow he believed he
had detected at the time of their arrival on the scene.

“Never mind what he says, Perk,” soothed Elmer. “Here’s the cabin,
and if it is rather dilapidated, what’s to hinder our mending the
roof to-morrow, I’d like to know? Not much sign of rain to-night, as
far as I can see.”

“It’s all right, boys,” Amos now went on to say, cheerily; “let’s go
inside and get shut of these pesky packs. My shoulders feel raw from
carrying such a load for miles and miles. Mine must weigh twice as
much as when we started out.”

“Oh, easily four times that,” chanted Perk, eagerly. “There’s one
good thing, though, they’ll be heaps and heaps lighter going back
home.”

“Sure thing, if your appetite is what it’s usually been, Perk,”
chuckled Wee Willie, as he pushed after Elmer, who had started to
enter the abandoned cabin.

“Drop the things here, and let’s get a fire started as soon as we
can,” suggested Elmer.

“Indoors or out?” demanded Wee Willie, as though by rights he took
that order on his shoulders; for it happened that he had long been
known as a veritable “crank” when it came to building fires, and
could manage to accomplish this result without the use of matches in
half a dozen different ways, some of them really wonderful.

“Outside for this time might be better, as the night is so warm, and
we don’t want to take chances of burning our shelter down about our
ears,” he was told.

That was enough for the tall chum, who tossing down his pack
borrowed Elmer’s hand torch so as to be able to gather some wood,
and passing out, proceeded to business. Perk pulled out a fragment
of a candle, purloined from home, which he lighted, and set on the
gaping hearth.

“It isn’t much of a glim, but better than nothing at all,” he
hastened to say in apology. “I always carry some fag-ends of candles
when I’m out camping; you never know when you’ll need such things in
a hurry. Whew! so this is the shack that gave the place the name of
Log Cabin Bend? You c’n see the stars through the holes in the roof,
for a fact.”

“We’ll mend that in the morning, Perk, so quit poking fun at our
palatial abode,” chided Amos. “And if you asked me, I’d say there’s
no apparent reason why we shouldn’t make ourselves mighty comfy
here, given a little time, and some elbow grease.”

Already had the fire-maker managed to start his blaze, though likely
enough he did not scorn to make use of a plain every-day match on
this special occasion, knowing it was hardly the time for any
“fiddling” with tedious methods of inducing a spark, coaxed into
being by means of flint and steel, or some other aboriginal method
of procedure.

As the flames leaped up, seizing on the dry wood Wee Willie had
arranged so cleverly, the glow attracted the others, who came
trooping out, showing by their actions how pleased they were to be
finally free from their burdens.

“The first campfire for this outing!” remarked Perk, his round face
aglow, while his eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “And how long will
it be before your fire is fit for cooking over, Wee Willie?”

The other gave him a queer look, and seemed on the point of saying
something sharp, but restrained himself.

“Right soon, so you might as well be getting the ham and eggs and
coffee out of the packs, fellows. Say, I’m as hungry as a homeless
dog; so be sure you cook double rations, Perk.”

“Leave that to me,” chuckled the other, ambling back inside the
cabin in order to round up the necessary cooking implements and then
root out the ingredients of the first meal in camp.

Elmer walked about meanwhile as though investigating the
surroundings, so as to figure on what they would find it necessary
to do in order to make the old shack habitable. Several times Wee
Willie glanced toward the other as though he might have something on
his mind. Finally he arose from his knees and joined Elmer.

“Noticed you sniffing like you suspected there might be a skunk in
the offing?” he finally remarked. “Fact is, I thought myself there
was a queer kind of odor around here, inside the cabin in
particular.”

“That’s the idea I had,” assented Elmer, softly, “but this isn’t
anything in the line of a polecat; if you asked me I’d say it was
some sort of villainous tobacco, such as a tramp might pick up in a
wayside field, and smoke in his pipe as he lay around after his
supper!”

“By George, fellows! there goes somebody now! I’m _sure_ I saw him
this time!” said Perk excitedly, coming through the door and
pointing through a dusky lane of trees. “Now tell me again that I am
only imagining things!”



                            CHAPTER III

                          THE CHUM BELOVED


After all Elmer’s effort to keep his voice down when talking to the
tall chum, Perk had heard what was said. He happened to be coming
out of the door just at that moment, as luck would have it, and so
caught the full significance of the remark. But try as they might,
no one else saw the lurking figure he again pointed out.

“I guess you score, Perk,” admitted the one addressed, for whatever
Wee Willie had in the way of faults, and he was not by any means
perfect, he never failed to make amends when an occasion arose for
it.

“What’s all the talk about, I want to know?” demanded Amos, showing
up just then, and with all a natural boy’s curiosity aroused.

“Why, Elmer was just saying, and I agreed with him,” explained the
tall pal, “that there was an odor of stale tobacco smoke hanging
around this old cabin. He thinks it may have been some wandering
tramp who put up here for the night.”

“But,” interposed Perk, “why should he skip out so quick when he
heard us coming along the trail, or else caught the glimmer of
Elmer’s torch? You’d think the poor chap’d feel mighty lonely, away
off the beaten track of his kind, and be glad of our company.”

“Which remark shows how little you know of the hobo tribe in
general,” chuckled the angular boy. “Most of the Weary Willies are
born thieves, and only want a chance to steal to let themselves
out.”

“Many are, anyhow,” admitted the more conservative Elmer, “and for
all we know, this fellow has done something that makes him afraid of
officers of the Law.”

“But he may come back again?” hazarded Perk, dubiously, a cloud
beginning to gather upon his forehead, as though some of his
expectations of a carefree holiday had received a sudden and
unexpected backset.

“That’s true enough for you, Perk,” agreed the grinning Wee Willie;
“but take my word for it, if he does it’ll not be to make our
acquaintance.”

“What then?” asked the other, quickly, looking worried still.

“Oh! I reckon tramps have _fero_cious appetites, and get good and
hungry,” continued the tall chum; “and if he hangs around for a bit
he’ll smell our jolly supper cooking, which ought to make him
well-nigh frantic.”

“Then you mean he may sneak back here during the night, with the
idea of stealing some of our grub; is that it?” questioned Perk, his
anxiety taking a new turn.

“It wouldn’t surprise me much if he did,” coolly observed Wee
Willie.

“But you’re only guessing it was a tramp,” said Amos just then.

“Why, yes, that’s a fact,” admitted Elmer. “To be sure the man might
be something entirely different from a hobo.”

“As what, Elmer?” asked Perk.

“Oh! there are a number of answers to your question, Perk,” the
leader informed him. “For instance, this chap might be some fugitive
from justice who had broken jail, and was in hiding.”

“Yes, or even a lunatic at large,” continued Wee Willie, perhaps
amused to see how eagerly the other was swallowing all these
suggestions; “for we happen to know such a thing did happen once,
years back; for the State Asylum for the Insane is located not much
more’n twenty miles northeast of our home town of Chester.”

“Then there might be another explanation for his being here,” spoke
up Amos. “I chanced to be talking with the head game warden only a
week back, and he told me he had never known the game poachers so
daring as this season. They have shot deer, snared partridge and
rabbits out of season, and laid illegal set-lines for black bass in
some of the best lakes of the county.”

“Yes,” Elmer added, thoughtfully, “it might be one of those bold
game hogs who didn’t want to be seen up here, where he really had no
right to be. But why bother our heads so about the fellow? He’s
skipped out, and the chances are we’ll never glimpse hide nor hair
of him again. Perk was the only one who got a peep at the slippery
rascal.”

Accordingly the subject was dropped, for the time being at any rate;
but Perk looked unusually grave as he proceeded to get supper, as
though creeping, mysterious men kept looming up before his mental
vision.

Indeed, doubtless the little mystery connected with the strange
actions of the unknown would give each one of the boys cause for
more or less reflection, and vague speculation.

The supper was voted a great success. Perk prided himself on his
ability as a cook; and since the others usually commended his
efforts to the skies he almost always insisted on doing the lion’s
share of this work; to which of course no one objected in the least.

The sliced ham was browned to a nicety, the eggs, carefully packed
so as not to be broken in transit, were “turned” or not, to suit the
individual taste of each fellow; the coffee seemed like ambrosia, so
fragrant and cheering did it appear; while the home-made bread, with
genuine butter for a spread, added much to the enjoyment of their
first meal in camp.

These four lads of Chester had been accustomed to similar outings
during the summer holidays, and thus banded together called
themselves the “Camp Fire Boys,” a name that seemed to possess a
certain charm in their eyes as it was bound always to recall the
jolly times they had when camping out in company.

Elmer Kitching had always possessed an ardent love for everything
connected with the Great Outdoors. He came by this nature honestly,
for his father in his day had been a well-known naturalist, whom
such famous men as Teddy Roosevelt himself, John Burroughs, and
others along the same line had been glad to consult when preparing
articles for publication, in order to verify their own observations
concerning animated nature.

His mother, now a widow, was comfortably well off, and Elmer had a
young sister at home by the name of Rebecca.

Amos Codling lived with his mother and three younger children. They
had not mingled very much with other folks since coming to Chester;
the widow returned no calls, and seemed content to look after her
family. Some were inclined to think this rather strange; but by
degrees it became the conviction of her neighbors that she must have
seen great trouble, and shrank from contact with the rough world.
Her children were always well dressed, and bright in school; but
even the town gossips could find out next to nothing about the
previous history of the Codling family, save that they came from a
big city.

Wee Willie Winkleman was the son of the owner of the finest motion
picture theater in Chester. As has been stated before, his
prevailing passion was the ambition to discover new and novel
methods of making fires without the use of matches. That had become
such a “fad” with the tall chum that he even dreamed about it, and
had been known to get up in the middle of the night to try out some
queer scheme which had visited him in his sleep.

Perk, the beloved pal, was famous for his amiable disposition. Few
fellows had ever seen him show a trace of anger. Indeed, his beaming
smile could, the boys claimed, melt the flinty heart of almost any
farmer around town; though this rule had its exceptions. Perk was
frequently in trouble; likewise rosy-cheeked, and guileless, he was
also addicted to straying from beaten paths in the woods, and
getting lost; but never from the truth, since his word was as good
as most fellows’ bond. His father was a railroad engineer, and
likewise rather ponderous of build.

As the evening crept along, Wee Willie every once in a while might
have been noticed glancing sharply in the direction of Amos. It
struck him that the other was acting unusually nervous, for he would
get up and walk around for a minute or two, and then again throw
himself down.

“Something must be bothering Amos, that’s dead sure,” the tall chum
told himself; and at the same time determined to speak of the fact
to Elmer if a chance offered.

He had never been quite as close to Amos as Elmer, though for that
matter it was extremely doubtful if even the latter had been taken
into the confidence of the Codling boy, who knew how to keep a
“close mouth,” as Wee Willie called it.

“Still, it may be he’s eaten too much supper, and his digestion is
troubling him,” was the final conclusion Wee Willie reached.

They sat around for some time, talking after their habit. It was
hard to realize that they were all of sixteen miles from home, and
surrounded by the primeval forest, up there in the Tall Timber, as
that belt of the big wilderness was known.

“This just suits me to a dot,” Wee Willie said for the fourth time
as he poked at the fire, and sighed with complete happiness. “Guess
I was just born to be a tramp, and make fires across the whole
Continent, I love to hear the crackle of the flames so much.”

“I’m really concerned about you sometimes, Wee Willie,” said Elmer,
pretending to look serious, though the sparkle in his gray eyes
belied his words and manner. “If this craze for fires keeps up
you’ll be tempted to run with the machine; and then when there’s a
slacking up of business set a few haystacks ablaze just to keep your
hand in.”

“Not much I will,” retorted the other. “My fad is in inventing new
and novel ways for _creating_ fires. I consider a good blaze man’s
best friend, when held in hand; let it break away, and I own up it
may become his worst enemy. All good things can be abused, remember,
and fire isn’t an exception to the general rule.”

“About time we looked after our beds, isn’t it?” asked Perk,
accompanying his words with a tremendous yawn.

“Oh! that isn’t going to take much time,” scoffed Wee Willie,
“seeing how we all share alike. It’s a hard bed for to-night, on the
floor of the cabin. To-morrow we’ll hunt for hemlock browse, and
ease things up. I’m the one who will suffer most, because my bones
stick out so, without pads, like Perk here carries around with him.”

Amidst considerable merriment they soon laid out their double
camping blankets, of a gray or dun color as most suitable for the
purpose, and “less liable to show dirt spots,” as Perk always slyly
claimed.

“It’s good night boys for me,” that individual was saying, as he
stripped off his coat, kicked his shoes into a corner and commenced
to crawl under his warm woolen cover. “Say, this feels just great;
you fellows’d better make up your minds to follow my example, and
turn in.”

He was sound asleep in less than ten minutes, when the others were
ready to seek cover. Wee Willie stared down at his round moonlike
face, and nodded his head as he turned to Elmer and Amos to say
softly:

“Looks like a sweet cherub lying there, with such a happy smile on
his mug. No use talking, Perk is the best-natured chap in seven
counties. I’ve been mean enough more’n a few times to try my level
best to make him mad, but had to give it up; he just looked at me,
and kept on smiling until I had to turn and walk away bested; bless
his big heart!”

Elmer nodded in approval of these words of appreciation, and Amos
too showed that he echoed the sentiments expressed by the tall chum.

“I’ve known a lot of fellows,” he went on to say, “but never his
like. If all boys were built like good old Perk there’d be a heap
less trouble in this world. I know I’d have been saved more or less
suffering myself.”

Wee Willie looked quickly at the speaker, as though he half expected
Amos to take them into his confidence; but instead the other simply
bent down and started to push his extremities under his blanket.

The fire still burned without, and although the door was closed,
Perk having succeeded in fastening it with a piece of stout rope,
through innumerable apertures the flickering glow stole, making
queer pictures on the wall beyond, that came and went like phantom
drawings.

Elmer lay there and watched them for some time, his thoughts far
afield, possibly in his Chester home with the dear ones there.
Gradually his eyes closed and he lost track of even these precious
ties in restful slumber.

Time passed by, several hours elapsing, when Elmer suddenly sat
half-way up. Surely he had heard the yapping of a dog somewhere near
by. This not only interested him but aroused an intense curiosity.
Then he noticed that both Wee Willie and Amos also gave signs of
being awake.

Now voices could be heard. They were heavy tones that came to
Elmer’s ears, as of mature men. Crunching footsteps followed, then a
loud pounding.

“Open up here!” boomed a voice, followed by further sonorous knocks.



                             CHAPTER IV

                        UNEXPECTED VISITORS


“All right, dad; I’m up!”

That was Perk, who, aroused so suddenly by the racket doubtless
imagined himself at home in his own bed, with his father rapping on
the wall when the son indulged in his favorite habit of oversleeping
mornings.

Elmer, Amos and Wee Willie were already on deck, having jumped to
their feet in a hurry. The gruff voice seemed to be one invested
with some degree of authority; it struck them all “in a heap,” as
the tall chum afterwards described the sudden awakening.

Again came that loud thumping on the quivering door.

“Hurry up and open, do you hear?” rasped the voice, now with a touch
of anger in the tones. “Don’t think you can escape, because we’ve
got you cornered like a rat. Better be sensible, and go back with
us!”

“Oh! my stars! who is it, and what _does_ he mean?” gasped Perk,
realizing at last that things were quite different from what he had
at first imagined.

Perk was really responsible for the fastened door. He had in his
timidity pictured the frowsy tramp creeping back when they were all
fast asleep, and perhaps almost cleaning out their limited supply of
provisions, thus bringing the glorious camping trip to an untimely
end; since four healthy boys could not be expected to stay up in the
woods without sufficient “grub” to keep the wolf from the door.

So he had managed to make a shift with a piece of clothes-line
(which was likely to be searched for in vain at home when next
washday came along), securing the door so that it could not be
opened from without unless by a display of extreme violence.

Elmer was by now across the cabin. He touched the planks of which
the door was composed, to find them still quivering under the impact
of the unknown party’s knuckles.

“Wait a minute, and we’ll open up; the door is fastened, don’t you
understand? Hold your horses, Mister; I’m undoing it right now!” he
called out.

Immediately he caught the sound of voices again just beyond.
Evidently the men, whoever they might turn out to be, seemed
astonished at something, perhaps disappointed in the bargain. Once
more there also came to the ears of the boys the eager whining of a
dog. Elmer imagined that this animal might have been partly
responsible for the visit of these midnight prowlers.

Perk gave a low cry as the door suddenly swung back under Elmer’s
push. The moon was shining brightly, and standing there in its
mellow glow were two stalwart figures and a hound. The first thing
Perk noticed was the fact that both men were garbed in some sort of
uniform, with caps that bordered on the military.

Meanwhile the two men were bending forward and looking at the
youthful group that filled the doorway of the cabin. One of them
gave a grunt, and followed this with a scornful laugh that grated on
the nerves like a file.

“There you are, Collins, with all your being so sure we’d find the
tricky chap located here, just because his trail headed this way.
Sold again, Elihu, and off the scent once more! Now perhaps you’ll
pay some attention to _my_ plan of campaign, since yours has petered
out so flat.”

The other man continued to stare at Elmer and his mates.

“Who are you chaps anyway, and what’re you doing here?” he demanded.

“Oh! that’s easily explained,” said the Kitching boy cheerily. “We
all belong in Chester, you see, and make up the Camp Fire Boys’
Club. Just now we are on one of our regular trips to the woods for
sport, and to wind up the summer vacation. My name is Elmer
Kitching, this is Amos Codling; the tall chum is a son of Caleb
Winkleman who owns the classy motion picture theater in our town;
and the last boy is Perk—his dad is an engineer on the B. & S.
Railroad. Might I ask who you are, and what you expected to find
here in this shack at Old Cabin Bend of the Beaverkill?”

“That’s a civil question, youngster, and since you’ve been so
obliging, I don’t mind answering it. Me and my mate Andrews here are
guards over at the big State Asylum for the Insane. A few days ago
one of the inmates managed to escape, and we’ve been searching the
whole countryside for him ever since. Our hound here found and lost
his trail again and again in the queerest way ever. The last time he
ran it out the fugitive was heading this way. Somehow I got a notion
he must know about this old cabin here, and was making for it. You
see I originally came from Crawford Notch, and knew all about the
deserted cabin up here. So I influenced my pal to drop around.”

“Yes,” broke in the man who had been called Andrews, “and when we
caught the glimmer of a dying fire through the trees, Collins here
was dead sure we’d treed our coon at last. But the game is all off
again, it seems; and we can start in looking where we left off;
warning the farmers as we go to keep their eyes peeled for a clever
chap who’ll hoodwink them with his blarney, if he gets half a
chance.”

“Thank you for telling us,” said Elmer; “and in return let me say
that when we struck this cabin some time after moonrise to-night,
there was an odor of stale tobacco smoke hanging around inside. One
of my chums here also declared he glimpsed some sort of figure
bending over like an animal, and getting out of sight in a hurry!”

At hearing this the men both uttered exclamations that told of
renewed interest. “That sounds interesting,” said Collins, warmly.
“It might be we can pick up a fresh trail around these diggings.
About where was it he was seen?”

“Perk, step up here,” said Elmer; “can you point out the spot for
the gentlemen?”

“Sure thing, Elmer. There, over to the left yonder, see the tree
that seems to bend over toward the southeast—it was right under that
same I sighted a moving figure; but it flashed out of sight before I
could rub my eyes twice to make sure.”

“That’s aplenty, Perk, and thank you,” said Collins, who seemed a
pretty decent sort of a chap after all, though he must have been
terribly disappointed when his theory turned to bitter fruit; his
comrade’s jeers too had not added to his enjoyment of the situation.

“Let’s try the dog around that place,” immediately suggested the
other man, plainly full of action. “If it’s our bird, Jock’ll soon
give tongue, and lead us off right smart.”

“Our only play, I reckon,” agreed Collins. “So good night, boys;
hope you have a bully time of it in camp; used to do that sort of
thing myself years back, and know what it means. We’ll soon be
clearing out of this region, hit or miss, so you won’t be pestered
with our hound barking for long.”

Elmer and the others saw them hurry away with mingled emotions.
Despite the fact that the night air seemed pretty chilly, and their
garments exceedingly thin, they continued to huddle in the open
doorway, listening and watching.

Even Perk refused to go back again to his snug blanket so long as
the other three remained there; and once Elmer heard him saying
softly, as though to himself:

“Poor thing, just to think of him out of his mind, and wandering at
large in these big woods, hungry, and without even a blanket to hug
nights. I almost wish he’d crept in, and cribbed that last loaf of
bread we fetched along.”

That was Perk all over, full of feeling for any one apt to be
suffering; and it was this spirit of wanting to be of service that
endeared him to the hearts of all his boy friends in Chester.

“There’s the hound picking up!” snapped Amos, suddenly.

“But you want to notice there isn’t a note of eagerness in his
baying,” added Elmer, quickly. “If he’s found any sort of scent at
all, it isn’t what he’s been searching for. You can even detect a
sort of disappointed sound about his mournful notes.”

“That’s what!” echoed Wee Willie. “Either the lunatic has been too
smart for the trackers, or else it wasn’t him after all, and the dog
knows it.”

Elmer shut the door again, though only with an effort, owing to its
really dilapidated condition. And Perk, as if in duty bound,
proceeded again to adjust his rope guard. It had served them one
good turn already, he figured; because had those two guards burst
suddenly in upon them, their consternation must have been many times
aggravated.

“A nice state of affairs, I must say!” Wee Willie was grumbling. “We
came all the way up here to camp in solitude and peace, and now see
what we’re up against! Gee whiz! can you beat it?”

“No, but mebbe we’d better beat it for home,” Perk faintly
suggested, as if even the thought gave him fresh pain.

“Here, none of that, Perk,” sternly rebuked Elmer. “We’re not the
kind to be frightened off by such a silly little thing as that.
We’ll stick it out, no matter what comes along!”

“Hear! hear!” came from Wee Willie; while Amos too added his voice
to the chorus, and even Perk hastened to say:

“Oh! I didn’t really mean it, I assure you, boys, and you can
believe me. I’ll hang on as long as the next one, no matter if the
whole asylum breaks loose.”



                             CHAPTER V

                        ALL BUSY AS BEAVERS


It was some time before the boys could settle down again to sleep.
Perk often believed he could catch a distant yap from the ranging
hound, and it never failed to give him a thrill. The beast had
seemed both big, and inclined to be savage; and Perk could not help
shuddering to think of his getting loose from his leash and coming
on the cringing lunatic somewhere in the lonely timber.

But finally even the anxious Perk succumbed, and when he again
opened his eyes it was to find that daylight had come, with Elmer
outside starting up the fire, and some one else rattling the tin
pans, as if getting ready for a jolly breakfast.

As that was encroaching on his private preserves, Perk hastened to
bob up and assure the others he would soon be on deck, prepared to
make a mess of his savory “flapjacks,” as he had solemnly promised
to do the very first morning in camp.

Soon every one was busily engaged, for there was bound to be “heaps”
of work laid out for that wonderful day. Amos was examining the
dilapidated roof of the cabin and settling just how they should go
about rendering it waterproof; Wee Willie beat some batter in a tin
vessel, under the eye of the self-constituted master of ceremonies
(for Perk had actually donned a snow-white peakless cap, fashioned
after a regular _chef’s_ headgear, doubtless meaning to have no
dispute regarding his recognized rights to the exalted title); while
Elmer had taken to looking around outside, especially over in the
quarter of the leaning birch tree.

He came over to the fire a little later, and Wee Willie at once
detected indications in his face that made him suspicious.

“You’ve discovered something new, Elmer, now don’t deny it!” he
immediately asserted.

“What is it?” hastily demanded Perk.

“Well,” said Elmer, quietly, “it’s just this; whoever that man may
be, he came back again during the night!”

This information caused all of the others to show fresh interest.
Perk was just in the act of tossing aloft his first flapjack, and in
his nervousness he actually missed connections, so that the
delectable morsel ignominiously fell into the ashes, and was thus
lost.

“It wasn’t up to the mark, anyhow,” the nervous cook hastened to say
in apology; “first off the pan shouldn’t be eaten, I always claim.
But you _did_ give me a jolt, Elmer, when you said that.”

“How do you know?” questioned Wee Willie; “run across the sign, did
you?”

“He walked completely around the cabin twice,” stated the other.
“From the indications I’d say he must have been a heap surprised to
discover that it had occupants; for I take it, he could hear some of
us breathing pretty hard.”

“Huh! needn’t all look right at _me_,” Wee Willie hastened to snap,
as he colored up amidst his freckles. “I made out to lie on my side
the whole live-long night, I’d take my affidavy on that. I admit
that once in a while I do snore; but that’s when I roll over on my
back, and have been gorging at supper on such things as mince pie
and other heavy stuff. Go on, Elmer!”

“I know what you are thinking,” Elmer continued; “how could I decide
that the man didn’t make those marks before we came? I’ll tell you
what proof I have right now. In the first place there isn’t much dew
in the tracks, which I reckon would indicate that the footprints
were made shortly before dawn. Am I right there, Wee Willie? You’re
well up in woodcraft, and ought to be able to say.”

“Sounds good to me,” grunted the other, wagging his head violently
in the affirmative, while a pleased expression on his thin face told
how much he felt complimented by having Elmer defer in this fashion
to his judgment.

“Well, I had another good proof,” Elmer went on to say, with one of
his reassuring smiles. “Where the tracks crossed the marks left by
Collins and his pal they overlapped; that is, this footprint broke
into the ones made by the two guards from the asylum!”

“Splendid work, Elmer!” cried Perk, this time succeeding brilliantly
in tossing up his second flapjack, which alighted successfully in
the pan, with the browned side up. “Guess he did come prowling
around then, and like as not tried the door more’n once. Say, I’m
real glad I fastened it as well as I did.”

“What do you suppose he wanted?” queried Amos, looking even more
serious than was his habit.

“Not being a mind reader,” Elmer told him, “I couldn’t say; but to
make a stab at it I’d guess he hoped we’d gone along, and he could
have his old cabin to himself again.”

“Well, it’ll always be a big mystery who and what this chap can be,”
Wee Willie concluded. “I only hope now he knows we’re stopping here
he’ll take the hint, and keep off the grass. It’ll go rough with any
hobo _we_ catch bothering our traps, let me tell you. Here, put that
one on this warm plate I’ve got on this flat stone alongside the
fire, Perk. It makes a beginning, and we can soon be starting in to
feed.”

“Somebody open that bottle of maple syrup,” observed the bustling
cook a little later on, as another “cart-wheel” cake went turning
over in the air, to be caught dexterously again in the pan. “And
when I get a third one ready you’d better start in eating while
they’re fresh and hot. The coffee’s done; and of course I don’t mean
to commence until somebody can spell me here.”

In good time they were doing full justice to Perk’s famous
flapjacks; which each and every camper solemnly declared when
passing up his pie-tin for more were really unequaled by anything
served at the breakfast table at home.

Of course Wee Willie presently insisted on taking Perk’s place, so
that the _chef_ might take the edge off his own appetite; until
finally all of them declared they could not swallow another bite,
and with three cakes left over.

“For munching on between meals, if any one wants a snack,” Perk
explained, as he put them aside. “Nothing to be wasted in this
camp—that is, except perhaps the first tryout in a batch.”

Then they commenced to do things, each one having jotted down
certain tasks that should be attended to without delay.

Elmer and Wee Willie took upon their shoulders the mending of the
cabin roof; patching up sundry apertures between the logs of the
walls, where the dried mud had long since fallen away through the
action of time and weather combined; and also renewing the broken
hinge on the cumbersome door.

Perk insisted on cleaning up the breakfast things; somehow he loved
to serve in the capacity of cook, and his mates seemed perfectly
willing to have it so, strange to say.

As for Amos, already he had his precious camera out, and announced
his intention of searching the immediate neighborhood, in hopes of
securing some unusual picture.

“I’d like above all things to find a late partridge on her nest,” he
was explaining ere he sauntered forth. “I’ve always wanted to get a
picture of the bird on her eggs, or strutting around with her
chicks; but I’m afraid it’s a heap too late in the season for such a
thing to happen.”

“As a rule the early brood is pretty well grown by now,” commented
Elmer; “still, I remember finding a nest with eggs in it as late as
this, and you might be just lucky enough. Wish you success, Amos;
and if I can help you in any way let me know.”

“Perhaps you may when I get a chance to set a camera trap at night,
so some cunning ’coon, or frisky mink, will take his own picture.
That’s my ambition, you know, Elmer, though I’m not building my
hopes too high, not wanting to be disappointed.”

“I wouldn’t stray too far away, if I were you, Amos,” hinted Wee
Willie.

“Oh! I’m a pretty fair woodsman,” insisted the other, “and I reckon
now the chances of my getting lost are small. But I’ll just wander
around the Bend here, and sort of get my bearings, as well as keep
one eye out for anything that appeals to me.”

“And keep the other on the watch for signs of that tramp, or
lunatic, Amos,” Perk insisted on warning him solicitously.

So Amos walked away, carrying his camera along with him. Elmer
looked after him with an expression akin to concern on his young
face, which shrewd Wee Willie was quick to notice.

“Something seems to be bothering him, don’t you think, Elmer?” the
latter asked in a low tone so that Perk might not hear what he said.

“Y-es, I’ve thought so myself lately,” admitted Elmer, slowly;
“though you remember, Amos has always been a sobersides of a chap
ever since we came to know him. There’s a sort of family trouble
weighing down on him, I reckon; something that is no one else’s
business. I’d like to comfort him if only I knew how to go about it;
but I don’t want to kick in where outsiders have no right. But let’s
change the subject, Wee Willie; I dislike talking about any of my
chums.”

They worked industriously for an hour and more, and under their
clever tactics the roof began to show decided signs of improvement.
Indeed, already one-half of its surface had been rendered impervious
to water, after the boys had succeeded in thatching it with bark
stripped from certain trees, and overlapping like the shingles on an
ordinary house.

“By the time we get through we needn’t be afraid of the heaviest
kind of a rainfall,” said Elmer, confidently; “unless it’s
accompanied by a fierce wind, such as might strip all this off in a
jiffy.”

“Where’s Perk gone?” asked Wee Willie; “I thought I heard him saying
something just then, but it sounded as if he was off somewhere.”

“I saw him prowling around in the brush yonder ten minutes ago,”
Elmer informed him. “Like as not he’s just bent on seeing if there’s
a good spot for fishing at the Bend here; because, you know Perk
dearly loves to pull in the frisky black bass, or the striped perch,
as well as eat the same.”

“Listen! wasn’t that him speaking again?” hissed Wee Willie,
stopping his task of fastening a strip of pliable bark with small
round tins, through each of which a nail could be driven, such as
are used to secure tarred paper to the roofs of chicken coops and
other small outbuildings.

“No, you don’t, not this time, you nasty thing!” Perk was heard
saying half in disgust, and with a tinge of consternation in his
tones. “Curl up again, and shake your old locust rattle as much as
you please, who cares?”

“Perk!” shouted Elmer excitedly, recognizing a certain dreadful
sound that now floated to his ears, “back away! Don’t fool with a
rattlesnake, you silly! Back water, and in a hurry!”



                             CHAPTER VI

                        THE EVENTS OF A DAY


Both boys leaped to the ground without waiting to agree on any
particular program. They had recognized the peculiar buzz of an
angry rattlesnake, so like the shrill sound made by a locust on a
hot August day, and once heard never afterwards forgotten.

The thought of their chum taking any chances with such a dangerous
viper thrilled them, and also gave them a chill. Elmer snatched up
the first stick he could see, in which he was speedily imitated by
the other. Then they started on the run, heading directly for the
spot whence that furious whirring sound sprang.

As they went thus they heard another sort of disturbance, as though
some object might be swishing through the bushes, or else beating
the ground. Then again came the voice of Perk, uttering low
warwhoops, as though furiously engaged, while the rattle gradually
became uncertain, and finally ceased to sound.

“Take that with my compliments, and here’s another of the same sort!
Huh! lunge at a fellow who didn’t mean to bother you at all, will
you? Guess I’ve done for _your_ hash all right, thanks to this bully
pole. Hello! fellows, just come up in time to see me clip him the
last stunner. He’s settled, don’t you think?”

Elmer breathed easier when he saw that bulky Perk had snatched up a
convenient pole, and with this had proceeded to break the back-bone
of the angry snake. It was even then squirming on the ground, and
judging from its length must be an old campaigner, being fully three
feet, which could be considered fair proportions for a Northern
specimen.

“He didn’t get to you, I hope, Perk?” was the first question Elmer
asked, at which the other grinned, and shook his head vigorously in
the negative.

“Glad to say he didn’t, Elmer; but shucks! if he could only have
flung himself his full length, instead of only half, I believe he’d
have struck me. But I did for him, let me tell you, that’s right.
Six rattles, and a prime button to wind up with, to show for my
encounter! Whew!”

“But didn’t you hear his warning rattle?” demanded Wee Willie; “I
never knew a case where one of his stripe didn’t shake his can like
thunder before you almost stepped on him. They’re the only honorable
snake there is.”

Perk colored up, and then candidly admitted his shortcoming.

“Why, er, you see, I just must have thought it was only a locust
buzzing away like all get-out,” he confessed, in some confusion.
“Then all at once he launched himself out at me, to fall short; but
like a flash he was coiled again, and starting in to make that queer
buzzing sound once more. Oh! yes, I did get a shock, and felt as
cold as ice for a few seconds; then my dander seemed to rise, and I
just looked around for a pole, which luckily enough happened to be
handy. It knocked him silly, you can see.”

“We’ll take no chances with such a slick neighbor,” said Wee Willie,
who happened to be carrying the camp hatchet in his left hand; with
which he now proceeded to decapitate the squirming snake. “There, be
careful not to step on his head, Perk; I’ve heard of a case where a
man died by doing that, the sharp fangs running into his foot
through his soft moccasin.”

Perk was contented to obtain possession of the rattle as a memento
of his late exciting encounter. He showed some concern over the
matter.

“I certainly hope there isn’t a nest of these chaps hanging around
Log Cabin Bend,” he remarked, solicitously. “What with watching for
snakes, and escaped lunatics, I can see where we’re bound to be on
the alert every minute of our stay up here.”

“So far as that goes, it always pays to keep your eyes open when
afoot in the Tall Timber,” Elmer warned him. “You never know what
you may run up against any minute; and preparedness is the right
bower of every woodsman worthy of the name. Already we’ve run across
three instances of this—first there was that crouching cat Amos
frightened off with his flashlight; then came the mysterious party
who slipped away from the cabin at our approach; and now this
venomous snake that was lying coiled in your path, and on which you
might have trod unawares only for his generous warning.”

“This ought to be a good lesson to me, Elmer,” humbly admitted the
contrite Perk. “I realize that I’m a whole lot short on woods lore,
and all those things some of my fine pards know so much about; but I
mean to soak in a wheen of the same while we’re up here in camp.
Yes, every time I shake this rattle it’ll remind me how wofully
lacking I am in scoutcraft, and everything connected with life in
the woods.”

“Everything perhaps except the splendid art of cookery, Perk,”
remarked the cunning Wee Willie, adroitly feeding the ambition of
the other to shine as an artist along such lines; “there you’ve got
the bunch of us left at the post.”

“Yes,” remarked the other, with a puff of unconscious pride, while
his eyes fairly sparkled with pleasure at receiving such a
compliment, “I suppose a fellow can’t be up head in everything;
where one excels, another fails to hit the mark. And perhaps it’s
just as well that I have a knack for the noble culinary art.”

Perk went back to camp with the others, as though for the time being
his desire to look around had received a decided setback.

“I’ll come out and put the ugly thing underground later on,” he
said; “for such trash ought to be buried deep, so as to keep the air
around the camp sweet and pure. I burned some insect powder inside
the cabin, you may have noticed, just to get rid of that stale odor
we took to come from rank tobacco. It’s a disinfectant in the
bargain.”

“That’s right, Perk,” assented Wee Willie, promptly; “anyway, it
almost disinfected me when I poked my head indoors a while back, to
see if there might be any cavity we’d overlooked. Made the tears
come, too, so that Elmer he asked me, when I got back on the roof,
if I’d had any bad news from home. But then I left the door wide
open, so it’ll gradually pass away, let’s hope.”

The two menders of leaky roofs were soon at their old job, while
Perk readily found something else to occupy his time and attention.
He had pounded nails galore in the wall near the cavity which was
used as a fireplace, and on these he hung such cooking utensils as
they had fetched along with them, consisting of a large sized
coffeepot; a generous frying pan; some kettles in which grits or
rice or oatmeal might be cooked; likewise a little teapot, for Perk
was a regular old maid when it came to the question of drinking a
decoction of the fragrant herb at lunch or supper, preferring it to
Java at any time.

Along about half-past-ten by Elmer’s little nickel watch who should
come in but Amos, with a look of eager expectation on his face.

“Guess you struck oil somewhere, didn’t you, brother?” asked Wee
Willie, as if able rightly to interpret this expression of
anticipated triumph.

“Would you believe it,” crowed Amos, “I had the great good luck to
scare a bird out of the thicket where the berries are growing that
partridges like to feed on early in the Fall; and on investigating
there was a nest, with some eggs in it, and warm at that? Of course
it’s a silly bird that hopes to fetch up a flock of nestlings
hatched out so near frost time, but it was pie to me!”

“What did you do?” demanded Perk, looking deeply interested.

“Well, I fixed my camera so it focussed on the nest, with the proper
effect of light,” explained Amos. “Then I crept away to some little
distance, keeping in tabs with it all, so I’d know when to pull the
string that would free the trigger of the camera, and expose the
plate in a jiffy.”

“And did it work; was the old bird so little alarmed that she’d come
back to her nest before the eggs got chilled?” continued Perk.

“Just what she did,” assented the eager photographer, “and as soon
as I saw everything was O. K. I did the business. Knew just when the
trigger sprang, too, for I noticed her give a little jump at the
click. Then she flew off again as I stepped up to recover my camera
that lay on the ground. I certainly do hope I’ve struck a decent
picture; but if not I’ll just keep on trying till I do.”

“That’s the right spirit, Amos,” chuckled Elmer. “Just keep it up
and you’re bound to get there sooner or later.”

Then the newcomer had to be told about Perk’s thrilling adventure,
as well as shown the rattle of the dead snake by the proud victor in
the battle royal. The reader may rest assured that by the time all
three boys had given their separate version of the encounter, Amos
was fully posted regarding every detail possible.

“You came out of it in prime shape, Perk,” he said, heartily; “but
luck was on your side. If you’d happened to be a foot closer, there
might have been a far different story to tell; and a heap anxious
lot of fellows up here at Old Cabin Bend. I’ve known of chaps who
were struck by a rattler, and died in spite of being dosed with
whisky, and such things, under the idea that one poison can
counteract another. For myself I like to give snakes a wide berth.
I’ll step out of the trail every time to let one hold possession.”

“It’s really the safest plan,” assented Elmer.

“But that isn’t just all my news, boys,” continued the ardent
photographer. “Down under the river bank I found a heap of little
tracks, mink footprints for a certainty, showing that one old chap
roams around there, anyway. And to-night, Elmer, I’d like to have
you help me set my camera trap, hoping to coax Mr. Mink to sit for
his own picture.”

“You can count on me in anything you ask, Amos,” he was told most
heartily as the roofers again got busy with their pounding.

After they had partaken of a light lunch, meaning to have the big
meal of the day come at evening, when their tasks would all be
finished, they lay around resting and dozing, for it had become
quite warm.

Perk, however, showed signs of continued nervousness. Perhaps he had
received a greater shock during his encounter with the rattler than
he cared to admit; then again the suspicion that an escaped lunatic
was hovering around, and trying to spy upon them, was in itself
quite enough to make him uneasy.

He got up, and threw himself down again as many as half a dozen
times, considerably to the amusement of Wee Willie, who was slyly
watching him. Finally Perk found a seat on a convenient log, and sat
there, staring away toward a little uplift of land that might be
called a forest knoll, where the trees stood up far above the
balance of the timber.

Wee Willie, watching, saw the fat chum suddenly start, and bending
forward stare very hard at something. His features were working,
too, as though Perk might be laboring under a fresh spasm of
excitement.

“Well, I just expected it’d happen!” Wee Willie heard him mutter.

“What happened, Perk?” demanded the other, lifting his head.

“Why, there he is right now, perched in that beechnut tree up on the
knoll yonder. You can see the dark mass move if you look sharp! Of
course he’s spying on the camp; and I bet you he’s got it all fixed
to visit us this very night!”



                            CHAPTER VII

                   THE CLIMBER OF THE BEECH TREE


“Ginger! there _is_ something big and black up in that tree, as sure
as you live!” exclaimed Wee Willie, excitedly.

Both Elmer and Amos also stared. Apparently they found it necessary
to agree with what the tall chum had just said. It looked as though
humble Perk had scored again; somehow he seemed to be connected with
almost everything that had happened to them thus far; when as a
usual thing such events took delight in passing him by.

“There, didn’t you see him move?” he added, with a tinge of triumph
in his voice. “Just think of his nerve, climbing that tree to watch
what we do. If he’d been a signal-sender in the old Boy Scout days
at Chester, before the troop busted up, he couldn’t have picked out
a better location. I bet you he’s watching us right now. What ought
we do about it, Elmer?”

Considerably to the astonishment of the speaker, Elmer was heard to
give an unmistakable chuckle, as though something amused him.

“Well,” he went on to say, “we might walk out there and tell that
party we objected to his company; but the chances are he’d sniff at
us, and amble away; for you see it’s only _a bear_!”

“A bear!” gasped Perk, turning again to fasten his eyes on the
mysterious object perched high in the big beech tree.

“Yes, a black bear, and I reckon a half-grown cub at that, else he
wouldn’t be so fresh as to climb a tree so near our camp,” the other
continued; while Wee Willie nodded his head in affirmation, and
hastened to corroborate the statement by saying:

“No doubt about it, Perk, your hobo is a four-legged tramp, all
right. I c’n make him out plainly, now he’s moved a bit; though at
first I began to think it might be a man sitting astride a limb.”

“But what’s a bear doing up there, I’d like to know?” Perk objected,
hardly liking to give up his side of the case so easily.

“Why, from away back bears have been in the habit of climbing trees
whenever they felt like it,” the tall boy told him; “and there’s
nothing in the Constitution of the United States that’s going to
make ’em change their habits either—that is, black bears. It’s a
different thing with grizzlies out in the Rocky Mountain country, I
understand; they keep to the ground.”

Perk sighed with real relief as he hurriedly remarked, and quite
cheerfully at that:

“Well, I’m glad to know I was mistaken. It gave me a bad feeling to
think that ugly tramp was spying on us. Yes, now the thing shifts
again, and sure enough I can make him out plainly. It’s a real live
bear—not a monster, but pretty hefty for all that.”

Amos darted into the cabin.

“Now what’s he after, I want to know?” Perk quickly asked.

“Just as like as not, that camera of his,” Elmer explained. “Amos is
crazy on the subject of photography, and his first thought always
is, ‘Will it make a striking picture?’ I reckon he thinks he might
be able to creep up close enough to snap that chap off, up in the
beechnut tree.”

Sure enough out came Amos on the run, and gripping his ready camera.

“I’d like to get him the worst kind, fellows!” he told them. “Some
of the boys at home will laugh at us when we tell them we actually
saw a black bear up in a tree. I’d make them feel like thirty cents
if I could hold up a photo of the happening, taken at closer
quarters than this.”

“We’ll all go along, Amos,” suggested Elmer.

Possibly he fancied that the others might find their presence useful
in some way or other. It might be wise, Elmer even suspected, since
the rash photographer, in his burning desire to get a close view,
might run foul of the claws of Bruin, and need material assistance.

“Glad to have you,” agreed Amos, a faint smile coming on his usually
wan face; “but let’s hurry, please, because the bear might take a
notion to come down, and then my chance would be gone.”

“Follow me,” Elmer told him. “We’ve just got to swing around a bit
so as to come up to leeward, for he’d be apt to scent us if we kept
straight on down the wind.”

“Good boy, Elmer, you’re right!” commended Wee Willie.

“And now no talking except in whispers, with as little of that as
possible. We don’t want to have our walk for nothing, I imagine.”

With these words Elmer led off, the others trooping after him, Amos
coming next, then the tall chum, and fat Perk bringing up the rear,
as was ordinarily his custom.

They soon found themselves deep in the woods, with all sight of the
big beechnut tree on the knoll lost to them. But trust Elmer for
having fixed the location indelibly in his mind. Every step they
took was fetching them just that much closer to their goal; and
while Wee Willie also kept tabs on their progress, not once did he
find occasion to enter the slightest protest concerning the
leadership of Elmer.

After about ten minutes of this sort of thing, the one in the van
stopped, and held up his hand. They seemed to be at the foot of the
knoll, judging from the lay of the land. Elmer parted some bushes
that hemmed them in, and, looking up, the others saw the very beech
tree toward which they had started.

There could no longer be the least doubt concerning the nature of
that dark object, for it was a young black bear. Whatever had
tempted him to climb the tree they could only guess; for at the time
they discovered him afresh the clumsy little animal was thrusting
out his muzzle, and seemed to be sniffing the air suspiciously.

[Illustration: His method of descending the tree was exceedingly
clumsy.]

“He’s got a whiff of human presence near by, somehow or other,”
whispered Elmer; “do you think you could snap him off from here,
Amos?”

“To be sure I can,” came the ready response, as the camera owner
shifted his position; and a few seconds later a sharp click
announced that he had done the work.

“He heard even that little sound,” announced Wee Willie, in a low
tone, “because I saw him give a start. Hurry and duplicate, Amos,
for the rascal means to come down.”

Sure enough the bear seemed to have decided to change his location,
as if growing uneasy after getting that suspicious waft of a scent
his instinct told him was hostile to his species.

His method of descending the tree was exceedingly clumsy when
compared with the clever actions of a gray squirrel while skimming
the smooth trunk with ease. Indeed, the bear acted very much like a
boy would have done, coming down stern first, and being very careful
not to let go above until sure of his footing on a limb below.

Amos kept busy snapping him off in various postures. He evidently
meant to make sure of having some extra fine pictures to show.

Perk meanwhile began to grow a little uneasy, and even plucked at
the sleeve of Elmer as he managed to say excitedly:

“What if he’d feel mad and start to tackle the bunch? We haven’t got
even a club or a hatchet along, come to think of it. Are black bears
inclined to be vicious, Elmer; will they bite and scratch like a
wildcat?”

“Don’t worry about that, Perk,” chuckled the other. “They are most
harmless animals as a rule, hardly more dangerous than so many hogs
in the pasture. Besides, this is only a youngster; chances are he’ll
run for all that’s out as soon as he hits solid ground.”

“I’ll give a whoop, and help scare him off then,” suggested Perk,
picking up his courage again.

“Just as you please; and Amos here can snap him off while on the
gallop!” Elmer concluded.

The bear was now almost at the foot of the tree. Amos stepped out so
as to command a better position for covering the spot. He had just
one more exposure left, when the half dozen would be complete; and
he wanted to make sure this last would not be wasted.

Perk was waiting, getting redder than ever in the face with
suspended breath and no sooner did he discover that the young bear
had reached the ground than he let out a yell that might easily have
shamed a Comanche Indian. Of course, this started the timid beast
off at a wild pace, while Amos clicked his camera to prove that he
had taken advantage of the opportunity.

The last they heard of Bruin was the clatter amidst the brushes and
thickets as he scrambled madly through every obstacle to his
progress, only wild to get away from that point of danger.

Elmer and Wee Willie exchanged looks, and laughed good and hard.

“Never will stop short of three miles, believe me!” asserted the
latter. “I didn’t believe you had it in you to let out such a
fiendish whoop, Perk. But it paid us for coming over here, for now
we can say with truth we had an adventure with a wild bear, and that
Amos here had to ‘shoot’ six times before the fight was finished.”

Amos looked decidedly pleased.

“I’ll have to call this my bear roll of film,” he suggested, patting
his camera affectionately, after the manner of those who are seized
with the photographic craze. “And out of the lot there must be
several half-way decent pictures. I never believed I’d get such a
great chance as this.”

“Say, things are happening like hot cakes, seems to me,” Perk
remarked, as once more they turned their faces in the direction of
the camp. “Why, we hardly get through with one event before another
comes crowding along right at its heels. We’ve done considerable
camping this summer, ever since we started the Camp Fire Boys’ Club,
but nothing like this ever came along the pike.”

“Suits me all right!” Wee Willie declared, grinning. “I like
excitement, and just sitting around, loafing, never was my style of
enjoying myself. Why, I’m even hoping we’ll see something of this
chap who was hanging out in the cabin when we came along and
squatted here.”

“Oh, wouldn’t it be a tough joke on us now if, when we got back, we
found he’d been there in our absence, and helped himself to lots of
our stuff?”

Perk, as he spoke, looked as though this might not be a groundless
fear after all, but Elmer only laughed at him.

“I’m going back another way, you notice, Perk. Every now and then we
can get glimpses of the cabin, with our fire burning in front, and
so far I’ve seen no sign of any intruder. Don’t worry about it. In
three minutes we’ll be home again.”

His prophecy came true, and Perk was relieved to discover that
nothing had mysteriously vanished during their brief absence from
camp.



                            CHAPTER VIII

                       AMOS’S STRANGE ACTIONS


The incident of the climbing black bear was closed around four that
first afternoon in camp. Altogether it had been productive of
considerable excitement, and amusement as well. The day, however,
was fated to see still further singular happenings before closing.

Elmer was inside the cabin “fussing around,” as he called it. He had
cleaned out the shabby old fireplace, making a few badly needed
repairs, so that the chimney might draw properly when they came to
start a blaze there evenings, wishing to gather around, and chat or
sing as the humor seized them.

Amos had wandered off again. He said it seemed to be a banner day
with him so that he felt inclined to roam about and possibly make a
few more discoveries that would be of value; which, of course,
pertained to the camera stunt only—he had thoughts for nothing else
apparently.

Perk and Wee Willie were discussing the menu for supper when Elmer
came out of the cabin door, and approached them. He seemed to be
holding something in his hand, though neither of the other boys
could quite make it out.

“Well,” Elmer commenced saying, as he came up, “I think I’ve
discovered just why our tramp wanted to get back into the cabin
again last night, going all around twice, looking for an opening
which he didn’t find.”

“That sounds interesting,” observed Perk.

“Tell us about it, Elmer,” the tall chum added; “and what under the
sun are you holding there in your hand?”

Elmer laughed softly.

“That’s the answer,” he hastened to say, and then held something up
before their eyes.

“Gee! what a funny knife!” exclaimed Perk.

“Where’d you run across it, Elmer?” demanded Wee Willie.

“The blade is open, you see, just as I found it,” explained the
other. “And it was sticking in a log close by the yawning fireplace.
From the odor that hangs about the blade, I reckon Mr. Tramp must
have used it to slice some plug tobacco, that black, tough kind, you
know, for his old pipe, and then thinking to use it again a little
later on, just stuck it into a log of the wall near his head.”

“Huh! our coming along sent him on the run into the bushes, and he
clean forgot all about his precious old knife—is that what you mean,
Elmer?”

“Just so, Wee Willie; and missing his knife later he started to come
back to recover it. To such men a knife becomes as precious as—well,
Amos’s camera is to him; or your postage-stamp album might be to
you, Perk. Besides, you can see what an odd sort of a knife this one
is.”

“I never saw one like it before,” Perk spoke up. “Why, besides the
one big strong blade it’s got a fork, and a spoon attachment, too.
Fact is, it could be used for a whole meal. Yes, and here’s even a
corkscrew along the back. What a queer knife it is, to be sure! I
don’t wonder the poor old hobo valued it.”

“Perhaps he’s carried it for years and years,” mused Wee Willie,
“and it’s his most treasured possession. I wish he had it in his
greasy pocket again.”

“But see here, boys,” Perk suggested, “how do we know but that it
might have been there for ever so long—mebbe since the cabin was in
use before that tragedy happened here, that I’ve heard the folks
down Chester way mention?”

Elmer and the tall chum exchanged meaning glances. They had supposed
that Perk knew nothing about that tragic event, and had agreed to
“keep mum” about it while in camp at Log Cabin Bend, lest he feel
uneasy.

“Oh! that’s an easy thing to decide, Perk,” the former assured him.
“If you examine the blade you’ll find it’s clear of rust, though far
from bright. Now that couldn’t be the case if it had been exposed
here for years to the damp air, such as would blow into the cabin
with the door swung half-way open most of the time it’s stood
empty.”

“I get you, Elmer; please excuse my dense ignorance,” said Perk
hurriedly. “Now I wonder whether he’s going to keep on hanging out
around here until he gets back his old knife?”

“We’ll have to put out a sign, and invite the chap to step up to the
captain’s office and prove property,” Wee Willie argued whimsically
after his fashion. “No questions asked, and no reward expected for
finding the lost trusty blade; only we’d like him to clear out, and
leave us alone. I’ve seen a bunch of tramps, and a mussy lot they
are, taken as a whole. I always try to get to windward of ’em when
watching how they manage to cook a meal in tomato-cans and such.”

“But we saw no sign of his having had a fire in the cabin,” Perk
went on to remark, reflectively; “and there wasn’t the first
evidence of his having made a bed out of brush. How do you account
for that, Elmer?”

“Oh! he may have arrived only an hour before we did, and was so
tired he just lay down to smoke and rest,” came the ready answer;
for Elmer always seemed to have a faculty for meeting objections.

“What will you do with it?” continued Perk.

“I haven’t decided,” Elmer told him. “I may hit on a way to get it
back into the possession of the owner without hunting him up. Leave
that to me.”

“There’s Amos coming along,” Wee Willie added; “somehow he seems to
be looking a whole lot happier than this morning. It must have been
his success at snapping off the bear in the beechnut tree.”

“Yes, that was what did it,” Elmer agreed; though his brow clouded,
for this unexplained mystery that seemed to be always hanging over
his comrade, making him so unhappy, was beginning to worry him
considerably; he wanted to be of service to Amos, yet could not
muster up courage to break in upon the other’s reserve, since it
would seem so much like thrusting himself into business that did not
at all concern him.

Amos was actually smiling as he approached, and few of the Chester
boys could truly say they had ever seen such a genuine look of
delight on his sad face.

“What do you think?” he burst out, excitedly, “I managed to get a
glimpse of Mr. Mink, the very first of his kind I ever had the luck
to see alive! Oh! but he’s a slick article, let me tell you, with
his beady little eyes, and soft furry hide. And I planned it all out
just where we ought to set the camera-trap to-night, Elmer, so’s to
coax him to pull the cord, and set the flashlight going.”

Elmer looked at him with affection. Somehow he had come to care a
great deal for Amos, which in one way was rather strange; for to
most of the fellows the newcomer in Chester had not appealed at all,
owing to his being such a moody fellow. But as is usually the case
with such serious persons, when his face did light up in a smile it
was wonderfully “fetching.”

“I reckon we’ll manage to get a picture of his Highness, King Mink,”
Elmer assured him; “when we’ve laid ourselves out to the limit. I
know a few tricks along those lines, which are quite at your
service, Amos. But see here, what a queer find I made in the old
cabin.”

He held up the quaint pocket-knife as he said this, and the eyes of
the other became instantly focussed on it. To the astonishment,
almost consternation, of Elmer, he seemed to be immediately strongly
affected by the sight of the late property of the roving tramp.

Perk and Wee Willie also stared to notice how the face of Amos,
actually showing a dash of color when he first joined them, now
suddenly became as pale as that of a ghost. His breath came and went
in gasps, though apparently he was making desperate efforts to hold
himself within bounds, doubtless realizing how his startled
companions must be observing him.

“Where did you say you found it, Elmer?” he finally managed to say,
in what might be termed half gasps, while he could be seen
swallowing something that seemed to rise in his throat, and threaten
to choke him, poor fellow.

“Why, in the cabin there,” explained the other, hesitatingly. “It
was sticking in one of the logs forming the wall, between the little
opening used as a window and the big fireplace. I think the hobo
must have used it to cut up some hard plug tobacco, for it smells
rank of the stuff; and then carelessly thrust the point into the
log, before our coming frightened him away.”

“And, what do you think,” Perk now managed to add, “Elmer believes
it was to recover this old knife that the old tramp came back and
walked around the cabin twice last night, looking for a chance to
get inside. Too bad, isn’t it, Amos?”

Amos, however, seemed to pay scant attention to what Perk was
saying. His distended eyes were fastened on the article which still
lay exposed in Elmer’s open palm.

“But—couldn’t it have been there a long time, don’t you think?” he
now asked, as though clinging to a straw; “say as much as—six or
seven years?”

“I’m dead sure it hasn’t,” he was told positively. “In the first
place, other persons besides us have visited the old cabin here from
time to time, and some one would surely have found it. Then again,
look how smooth the steel of the discolored blade is; it must have
rusted if it had been exposed to the weather for even a few months.
Oh! no, Amos, whoever the tramp is, he surely put it where I found
it, and this very night.”

“I—guess you’re right, Elmer,” fell in trembling tones from the lips
of the other, still looking peaked and white. “W—would you mind my
looking at it?”

“Certainly not,” said Elmer, at the same time thrusting the queer
knife into the other’s hand, eagerly stretched out to receive it.

All of them could not help but notice how his hand trembled
violently from some sort of emotion as the fingers closed about the
haft of the knife. Evidently there was some element about the find
of Elmer that affected Amos Codling. He turned the knife over, and
stared hard at the buckhorn handle as though fairly fascinated,
while the other three watched him with surprise bordering on
amazement.

While the trio continued to stand there gaping, Amos hastily thrust
the object back into Elmer’s hand. He almost acted as though
shuddering at its touch, and anxious to get it out of his
possession.

“Guess—I’ll go and lie down for a bit,” he managed to say in a
fairly steady voice. “I’ve overdone it in tramping to-day, and feel
worn out. Don’t bother about me, boys; I’ll—be all right soon.”

With these words he stalked hurriedly into the cabin.



                             CHAPTER IX

                       THE RIGHT KIND OF PALS


“Why, whatever can be ailing Amos?” Perk said softly, immediately
after the strange boy had vanished from view inside the cabin.

Elmer held up a warning finger.

“Whatever you say, speak in a whisper, boys,” he went on to remark.

“Gee whiz! but here’s another mystery looming up!” gasped Wee
Willie. “Why, Elmer, he seemed to recognize that old knife, don’t
you think?”

“It looked that way,” muttered the other, glancing toward the cabin
with a world of commiseration in his eyes, “and whatever the
memories may be it aroused, I’m afraid they couldn’t be happy ones.”

“Somebody he knew once owned such a knife, and he asked to see it so
as to make certain,” pursued the wise Wee Willie, reflectively.
“Yes, and I reckon he found the proof he was looking for, too. Let’s
see the thing again, Elmer.”

“I know what he found, all right,” the other assured him. “Here, you
can see that there are two letters roughly scratched on the buckhorn
handle.”

“What are the letters?” insisted the tall chum, who when interested
in a subject was a difficult one to make let go.

“No use trying to hide anything from you, Wee Willie,” Elmer
replied. “They are not fashioned very elegantly, for the handle is
rough, you see; but as near as I can make them out the letters are
S. C.”

The elongated boy pursed his lips as if intending to whistle; but
evidently thinking better of it failed to emit a single sound.

“And his name, it’s Codling, remember,” he whispered, with a quick
look over in the quarter where the lone cabin stood under the big
tree.

“Yes, that looks significant for a fact,” agreed the deeply
interested Perk, adding immediately afterwards, “Poor chap, I’m
awful sorry for him, no matter what the cause of his trouble may be.
He was looking quite happy, for him, as he told about that mink he
discovered peeking out of its hole under the bank; but when he saw
the knife, and heard what Elmer said, the smile froze on his face,
you might almost say. I wish I could help him some way.”

“None of us can do a thing until he makes the first move,” warned
Elmer, with a determined shake of his head. “I’ve felt this coming
for some time, and wished he’d make a confidant of me, but up to now
he hasn’t seen fit to do so.”

“Oh! what is that?” asked Perk, in almost awed tones.

“I think it must be Amos sobbing, and trying to keep his head down
in his blankets,” admitted Elmer, himself almost choking with the
great desire he felt to hasten in and try to comfort his friend.
“But we must pretend we don’t hear him. After a while he’ll feel
better, and join us again, for he’s got a heap of what you might
call grit, likewise pride, about him. Perhaps while we’re up here he
may see fit to tell us his trouble, and then we’ll be able to offer
to help him, if it’s possible.”

Perk turned his face away. The others, knowing his tender heart,
could give a pretty good guess concerning what caused him to do so.
Indeed, Wee Willie himself had to wink quite violently for some
reason or other, and coughed as if he might be choking over
something that compelled him to drag out his big red bandanna
handkerchief, and blow his nose strenuously.

“Of course,” pursued Elmer, who had been trying to figure things out
most persistently, “it’s always possible that even if this is the
same knife Amos once knew, some utter stranger may have left it
here. Such things often pass through many hands in trade; or can
even be stolen. Tramps have no sense of honor, most of us believe.”

“A tramp, greasy and ragged perhaps—ugh! no wonder Amos shuddered
when he saw a picture of some one he once knew, perhaps even cared
for, looking like that,” Wee Willie muttered, with a doleful shake
of his head.

“Well, we must put it all out of our minds for the time being,”
advised Elmer. “Let’s not add to his suffering by showing him we’re
curious. As for the knife, I’ll replace it where I found it. I’ve
got a little scheme beginning to take shape that may bring results;
and at least get the thing back into the possession of the owner.”

Both Perk and the tall chum understood that this would be the wisest
course for them to pursue. Elmer knew best how to manage things;
they had always fared well whenever they trusted themselves to his
guidance.

Presently the half choked sounds from within the cabin ceased.
Apparently the boy had managed to get control over his feelings,
whatever it may have been that caused such a tempestuous outbreak.

Perk and Wee Willie started preparing supper. The latter had tried
fishing earlier in the afternoon, with more or less success; so that
there was now a frying-pan filled with the results of his labor, and
ready to go on the fire. Perk fairly beamed with pride as he feasted
his eyes on the perch and bass, now nicely cleaned, and washed, and
dusted with flour, before being placed in the hot grease that oozed
from the salt pork in the pan.

Elmer found something to do that would keep him away from the cabin,
for he thought it best not to disturb Amos just then. The other
would in good time “get a grip” on himself, and be ready to face his
chums again without displaying unusual emotion.

He came out while supper was cooking, and while he tried to smile as
Perk called out and demanded to know if he recognized the origin of
the delightful odor that was beginning to permeate all the
surrounding atmosphere, it was hardly what might be called a
success.

“It seems you did catch some fish after all, Perk,” he said in
answer; “and I must say they do smell appetizing,” but that was the
extent of his remarks, nor did either of the boys attempt to urge
him to continue talking.

Perk was full of consideration for Amos; on his part possibly Wee
Willie may not have been quite so solicitous; because curiosity was
one of the tall chum’s weak points, so that he found himself
wondering more and more what all this mystery, connected with the
Codling boy, could signify.

Supper time found them gathering around the camp spread. A bountiful
meal had been prepared, such as might make the eyes of the average
hungry boy fairly glisten with satisfaction.

Amos ate very little. He seemed to have quite lost his usually keen
appreciation for Perk’s cooking, a fact that worried the other
considerably; for he did his best to press this thing and that on
the other, though only to be greeted again with a gentle but
positive refusal.

“It’s awfully kind of you to offer me the choice bits, Perk,” Amos
would say, “and I’m sure everything does you great credit. I’d be
only too glad to eat like Wee Willie here, if only I felt hungry;
but—well, somehow I don’t seem to care much for anything to-night—I
can’t force myself, you know.”

But he did keep on sitting there, and listening to the merry chatter
and badinage of his three more boisterous chums, though frequently
Elmer could see that his eyes had a far-away look about them, and
the old peaked expression would struggle back to his face once more.

The boys had decided to sit around the fire that night, and sing
some of their school songs; but with Amos in this strange humor of
course they could not count on him to join in; and without his fine
tenor the singing was apt to prove only mediocre, so they gave it
up.

“Perhaps by to-morrow night things may have changed for the better,
and we can try it out then,” Elmer remarked, after Amos had
withdrawn, under the plea that his head ached, and he thought he had
better turn in early.

So, instead, the other three sat there and talked in low tones as
time passed, with the night growing older. Perk often glanced
quickly around at the somber woods. Elmer could easily interpret
that questioning look, and knew that the other was wondering whether
they might not have another visit from the mysterious tramp whom
they had alarmed by their coming, and yet who declined to leave the
spot, while some of his personal property remained unrecovered.

There was no use trying to reassure Perk, for he happened to be more
or less timid by nature. The door had been made additionally secure
during the day just passed, so that no matter if the hobo did return
he could not enter. As for his showing ill humor in any way, such as
trying to set fire to the old cabin, Elmer would not allow such a
thought to get a lodging in his mind.

Then came the moon peeping in upon them, nearly an hour later than
its appearance the previous night, and looking somewhat battered
along one edge, showing how it was in its decline.

“Time we’re off to our blankets,” suggested Elmer. “Here’s Perk
almost dislocating his jaws every time he yawns. What’s the use of
sitting up any longer when we’ve got fairly decent beds of hemlock
browse under coverings waiting for us?”

In this he was supported by both his chums, so they all packed off
into the cabin, leaving the fire fixed so that it would burn for
some hours. If the wind arose Elmer meant to step out and make sure
no sparks were being blown into the underbrush; though at that
summery time of year the chances of a conflagration might be
reckoned next to nil.

So the door was closed and secured, Perk and the elongated chum seen
safely into their blankets, and then Elmer himself took one last
look around before following suit. Amos seemed to be sound asleep;
at least his eyes were closed, and he was breathing easily. Elmer
bent over and adjusted the other’s blanket in a solicitous way. He
did not know that Amos opened his eyes and looked after him
affectionately as he turned away; or that there came a suspicious
moisture trickling down the boy’s cheek that was very like a tear.

Then darkness fell upon the scene, Elmer having shut off his little
hand electric torch after he had tucked himself under his own
blanket.

The night passed without any sort of alarm, for which Perk told
himself he was very thankful as he again opened his eyes to find
that it was morning, with his comrades—at least two of them—already
outside, talking in low voices. Amos, however, still lay there, and
seemed sound asleep. Perhaps he had passed a restless night, and
only forgot his trouble in the hours of early morning.

Perk soon emerged from the shack and joined the others, who were
making preparations for breakfast. Elmer, after asking whether Amos
seemed to still be asleep, drew closer to the others and followed up
his question by saying:

“Well, my plan worked after all, boys. You remember I said I would
try to get the knife back into the possession of the tramp. I reckon
that’s where it is this morning!”

“However did you manage that, I want to know?” Perk demanded,
plainly surprised by what Elmer had said so quietly.

“Yes, open up and tell us the secret, that’s a good fellow,” Wee
Willie urged, as the two of them closed in upon Elmer.



                             CHAPTER X

                            AMOS DECIDES


Apparently Elmer was ready to take the others into his confidence,
for he immediately began to explain what he had done.

“You remember that I said I’d put the knife back about where I found
it,” he told them; “which was close to that hole in the wall used
for air as a sort of window, alongside the chimney.”

“Yes, I saw that you had stuck its pointed blade in the log; noticed
that between yawns when I was getting ready to turn in,” admitted
Perk.

“Well, it was gone this morning,” asserted the other, triumphantly.

“Yes,” objected Wee Willie instantly—they always said the tall chum
would make a good lawyer, he was so ready with his objections—“but
how do you know the tramp came back again and took it?”

“Who else would?” asked the puzzled Perk.

“Why, perhaps Amos got to thinking about it, not being able to
sleep, and for some good reason chose to lay hold of the old thing,”
explained Wee Willie blandly.

“Listen,” continued Elmer, with that quiet smile of his which the
others knew so well spoke of assurance, “I considered that point
myself, and fortunately there was a way open to prove my case. I’d
smoothed out most of those tracks around the cabin, but when I came
out to take a look, there they were again, showing the hobo had once
more shown up.”

“Great work!” grunted the skeptical Wee Willie, now convinced beyond
the shadow of a doubt.

“Better still,” added Elmer, intent on rubbing it in while about the
job, “the marks led straight to that little window. You remember
it’s got a sort of shutter secured with a hasp inside; though air
can come in because of the slits between the slats. Now I purposely
pried an end of one slat loose.”

“What for, Elmer?” queried the wondering but admiring Perk.

“So any one who felt like it could thrust an arm through the gap,
and feel around inside,” Elmer told him.

“Jingo! what a bully scheme!” exclaimed Perk, grinning broadly; “for
of course the knife was within reach from the opening. Now I can see
why you feel so dead sure the persistent old tramp got his knife at
last. Say, it _does_ pay to keep everlastingly at it, eh?”

“But why go to all that trouble just to please a Wandering George?”
exploded Wee Willie. “For one, I’d have been glad to keep that queer
contraption just as a curiosity, and so as to remember some of the
things that have happened to us up here at Log Cabin Bend.”

“Just what I didn’t want to have happen,” Elmer told him, sternly.
“I knew that as long as that thing was around, every time it bobbed
up poor Amos was bound to have a bad inning. Now it’s gone, he may
forget more or less about what it brought up in his mind.”

“Gee! what a mixup we’ve struck, all around,” muttered the tall
chum, rubbing his pointed chin after a habit he had when reflecting;
and then suddenly brightening up, he continued: “but we mustn’t let
such little things spoil our camping trip. Amos will get over it
after a bit. We must all try to keep him interested in things—oh!
what about that camera-trap business you two laid out to carry
through last night?”

“Why to be sure,” Perk chimed in, “there’s that cunning Mr. Mink who
lost a good supper last night just because you forgot. And I went
and laid a nice fish-head aside for him.”

“You’re wrong there, Perk,” Elmer assured him, quietly. “It wasn’t
forgetfulness on my part; but Amos had gone to his blanket with a
sick headache, and I just couldn’t find the heart to disturb him.
The trap game will keep just as well for to-night. In fact, if it
should happen to be cloudy all the better, because it is on black
nights such things can be made a success. You see the camera must be
left with the lens exposed, so that when the flashlight is fired the
exposure will be complete.”

“Then how about daylight coming on, and finding it in that way, to
spoil the exposed plate or film?” queried Perk.

“Oh! the photographer crank has to keep that in mind,” explained
Elmer. “I understand experts in this line, who spend all their time
and a heap of money in the bargain going to strange sections of the
earth, just to get such pictures for their collection, have devised
some sort of a clever arrangement whereby the pull at the cord by
the wild animal releases the shutter of the camera, which closes
again after a certain length of time, protecting the exposed film
against any light that may come along, such as the rising sun.”

Just then the object of their conversation appeared, coming from the
cabin. Amos looked haggard and worn. Evidently he had passed a bad
night, and his three chums felt greatly concerned over it.

Still, as they had agreed to act quite natural, they tried not to
let him see what lay deep down in their hearts. Perk called out to
him cheerily, to ask some natural question, and Wee Willie followed
it up by saying:

“We were just asking Elmer about that mink you saw yesterday, Amos;
and he told us you’d certainly lay for him to-night. I never got
close to a shy mink, and hardly know what one looks like; so I sure
hope you do strike off a good picture of his Royal Highness. I give
him that title, you see, because his fine pelt has soared to what
dealers call ‘abnormal prices’ in the fur market.”

“Yes,” Amos agreed, falling into Wee Willie’s pit, and showing
something of interest, “all furs reached stiff prices during the
World War. You see, so many who used to spend their winters trapping
fur-bearing animals, in America, Russia, and other countries, were
called to the colors, so the fur harvest dwindled terribly.”

“They say it’s an ill wind that blows nobody good,” chirped Perk;
“and what was hard on high-born ladies, and men who must have their
fur-lined overcoats, was a big boon to the poor little hunted
four-footed creatures who have to exercise all their intuitions so
as to save their own coats.”

“Why,” Wee Willie broke in, “right close by up in Muskrat Swamp
around the headwaters of our Beaverkill River they say the little
beasts never were one-half so plenty as this summer. I warrant you
there’ll be many a dollar picked up there next winter, when some
fellows I know start in trapping them.”

“Muskrat Swamp,” mused Perk, reflectively, “do you know I’ve never
had even a peep into that queer place, and it lying not much over
twenty miles away from Chester in the bargain. Some day I hope our
crowd goes up there to camp, and prowl around. I’d give a heap to
see what a real swamp looks like.”

“Not a bad idea, Perk!” called out Elmer, who had heard what was
being said, though up to then for reasons of his own he had not
chosen to break into the conversation, “and we’ll consider it later
on. I’d like to explore that place myself, though I reckon we ought
to have a boat of some kind to do the thing properly.”

Perhaps all of them would have been considerably astonished could
they have lifted the curtain of the immediate future, and discovered
how soon just such a glorious opportunity was fated to crop up, and
beckon them.

Breakfast having been duly dispatched they set about the tasks of
the day. The mess of fish had tasted so fine on the preceding night
that Perk found little trouble about enlisting the services of Wee
Willie in an expedition looking to a second installment. They had
dug some angle worms, and soon departed for the nearby river.

“Don’t expect us back until near noon,” Perk called out, joyously.
“Usually the fish stop biting along toward midday, but if we have a
mess we’ll show up in time for lunch.”

“Don’t bother your head about that meal,” Elmer told him, “for it’s
only right some one should spell you. We don’t believe in running a
willing horse to death.”

“That’s white of you, Elmer,” Perk sent back over his shoulder, as
he trotted along by the side of the striding Wee Willie, taking two
steps to one for the long-legged chum.

Amos hung around the camp.

He pretended to be working with his camera, but Elmer noticed him
casting nervous glances in his direction from time to time. From
this he wisely concluded that Amos had something on his mind, and
was waiting until he could screw his courage up to the deciding
point.

Knowing that it was the best thing to do Elmer simply went about his
duties, whistling softly to himself, and paying no particular heed
to Amos. If the other finally made up his mind to confide in him he
felt sure no act on his part was likely to hasten things along.

Doubtless the fact of the others being off for the morning had
something to do with the decision of Amos; since it gave him an
opportunity to talk with his best chum undisturbed.

An hour and more had gone. Still Amos sat there on the log. His
camera lay beside him, and the boy was bending forward, resting his
head upon his hand, his elbow against an adjacent tree.

Somehow his dejected attitude stirred Elmer to the depths and caused
him to change his mind. He felt that he must really make some move
which the other could interpret as an expression of sympathy. As
Elmer told himself: “If the mountain won’t come to Mahomet, then
Mahomet must go to the mountain,” which would be the same thing in
the end. He walked over to where Amos sat.

If the other heard his footfalls he gave no evidence of the fact
save perhaps a twitching of his free hand which lay on his knee.
Elmer was approaching from the rear. He hardly knew what he meant to
do except to come in personal contact with his chum. In times of
trouble the touch of a friendly hand may mean everything to the one
in mental distress, bringing fresh hope, and a renewal of the
courage necessary to grapple with difficulties.

So, reaching the other, Elmer put his hand on his drooping shoulder.

“Amos, can I help you in any way, old fellow?”

The words were boylike, but sincere, as though they welled straight
up from the heart of the speaker. They acted like a spur upon the
quivering lad, who sprang to his feet wildly, and clutching Elmer’s
ready hand squeezed it convulsively as he exclaimed in a voice
broken with emotion:

“Oh! Elmer I just _can’t_ stand it alone any longer! I didn’t want
to tell a living soul, but it’s too much for me, yes, far too much!
And I’ve made up my mind to explain what all this mystery means
about that queer knife. Elmer, it once belonged to—_my own father_,
who’s been away for seven years, and all of us have believed him to
be dead.”



                             CHAPTER XI

                           CLEARING SKIES


Elmer continued to hold the other’s quivering hand firmly in his
clasp.

“Try to control your feelings as much as you can, Amos, old boy,” he
went on saying in his comforting fashion. “And don’t tell me
anything that you may regret. You can depend on it, though, that
I’ll respect your confidence, and not even mention it to Perk and
Wee Willie, without your permission.”

“Oh! but I want them to know all about it too!” said Amos, looking
up, and winking his eyes violently, “because it’s only right. I
hope, ever so much, that you won’t despise me for s-s-sailing under
f-f-false colors, that’s all.”

“It’s nothing you have done, I’m sure of that, Amos,” said the
staunch chum, resolutely, “and that’s all we count. You’re not to be
held responsible for the actions of some one else. Now, go on and
tell me what you think best.”

He stepped over the log and sat down, drawing Amos alongside.
Throwing an arm about the other’s shoulder, Elmer waited to hear the
sad story, which in truth he could already more than half guess.

“Is it all about some trouble your father got himself into, Amos?”
he asked, seeing that the other hardly knew just how to begin.

“Yes, yes, that’s it!” sighed Amos. “My father was never known to do
mean things, but he certainly did slip up once, and everything came
from that terrible mistake. Just like a good many others do who are
tempted, he took money that didn’t belong to him, expecting to put
it back when a certain deal was carried through; but something
happened that turned the tide the wrong way, and he found himself—a
defaulter!”

“Yes,” said Elmer, soothingly, “it is a sad thing for you to
remember; since you must have cared a great deal for your father,
judging from what you say, and how you still suffer.”

“I loved him, we all did, for up to that time he had always been
good to us,” Amos confessed. “It was in hopes of bettering the
condition of his family that tempted him to do that terrible thing,
too, mother has said since, a thousand times.”

“He went away, you said, didn’t you?” continued Elmer, when the
other paused as if lost in contemplation of the distant past.

“Yes, to avoid being arrested, and bringing shame on his family,”
came the answer. “I shall never forget that awful day as long as I
live, though I was pretty young then, hardly ten. It came like a
hurricane out of a clear sky, father showing up, and looking almost
crazy, telling mother all about it, and that he must go away to try
to redeem himself.

“He left her all the money he had, and told her to take us children
to an old aunt of hers, who had means. Father vowed that he would
make no attempt to communicate with her, or ever come back, unless
he could square himself with the firm whose confidence he had
abused.

“From that terrible day to this we have never once heard from him.
Mother fully believes he has long been dead. She often talks of him
to me as we sit in the gloaming, and her thoughts go back to the
happy days of her young married life. I have his gold watch, left
for me, but which, of course, I shall not carry until I am grown up
and in business.

“The old aunt died shortly after we came to live with her, and left
her property to my mother, whom she dearly loved. It was enough to
keep us fairly comfortable, though we have to count the dollars; and
I may yet have to leave school and go to work, so as to help out.

“There, now you know everything, Elmer; do you think you still care
to be chummy with the son of——”

“Stop right there, Amos!” commanded Elmer, gruffly, for he was in
reality almost choking with emotion himself in sympathy with the
poor chap at his side, who wanted so to cling to him, and yet
determinedly pushed himself away, as if feeling not worthy to
associate with fellows upon whose heads no such dark shadow rested.
“If anything, you’re more my chum than ever. A pretty pal I’d be to
hold back when you’re in need of sympathy. And both Perk and Wee
Willie will say the same thing, you can bank on it.”

Amos drew a long lingering breath as of intense relief. He also
seemed on the point of breaking down again, seeing which Elmer
hastened to add:

“Now brace up, old fellow, and begin to believe things may not be
_quite_ so black as they seem. One thing you can depend on, that not
a living soul in all Chester will ever know about your trouble
through any of us. We’ll keep your secret, and not even drop a hint
to our folks at home. You’re certain about that knife once being
your father’s, are you Amos?”

“Oh! absolutely!” exclaimed the other; “I’d know it anywhere, for it
used to be a great wonder to me. Besides, I saw his initials
scratched on the handle, just as in the old days. Father had owned
that knife a long time, and used to think a heap of it.”

Elmer remembering how the unknown tramp had hung around all this
time just to recover the knife, could not help feeling that the
present possessor must also have considerable affection for the
thing, whoever he might turn out to be.

“But during seven years it could easily have fallen into other
hands, you understand,” continued Elmer. “It might have been lost,
or stolen, in fact, passed through a variety of adventures by now.”

“I think you mean to say that if my father died some one with him at
the time would have taken possession of the knife,” remarked Amos,
again drawing a long breath; “which is perfectly true. I am not
saying that I believe the tramp to be my poor unfortunate dad; but
it was the sight of the knife turning up in this queer way after all
these years that unnerved me so.”

“What sort of a man was your father, Amos—I mean did he happen to be
tall, or short; and was he athletic or otherwise?” continued Elmer,
evidently with some object in view; at least the other suspected as
much, for he turned to look inquiringly into his face before
answering.

“Why,” Amos went on presently, “you see, he never could play
football or baseball when a boy because he had one leg a bit shorter
than the other. This didn’t interfere with his walking at all;
because I’ve tramped many miles alongside him, for we were
always—quite—chummy.”

“Was it his left leg that was the shorter?” pursued Elmer.

“That isn’t just a guess, is it?” demanded the other; “you seem to
know, Elmer! Tell me what it means, oh! please do!”

Elmer looked at him rather uncertainly. Then, as if making up his
mind he had no business to hold back anything from a chum, he went
on to explain.

“You know I pride myself somewhat on my woodcraft knowledge, Amos;
and it was easy for me to discover that the unknown—er, party who
has been hanging about our camp here, hoping to recover that knife,
had a short left leg; for his right foot always showed much more
plainly than the other.”

Amos groaned.

“Then it is he!” he muttered. “Poor dad, and poor mother! Oh! what
wouldn’t I give, if I had never been tempted to come up here with
you to Log Cabin Bend. Then perhaps I’d still be contented in
believing that he had long ago ceased to suffer in body and mind.”

“Will you tell your mother when you go back home, Amos?”

“Had I better, do you think?” he asked, almost desperately.

“You must settle that for yourself, Amos. Think it over before you
decide one way or the other. Your first consideration should be the
happiness of the mother you love so much. Will it do any good to
share your secret with her; or must it reopen old wounds that time
has partly healed?”

“That’s it!” muttered Amos, shaking his head sadly. “I know how she
will begin to lie awake nights again like she did before, and look
so sorrowful, always watching down the road as if half hoping to see
him come limping along, waving his hand to us, as he did every night
when returning from the office. Yes, I mustn’t be rash: I would cut
my hand off sooner than do a thing to make my mother cry as she used
to years ago.”

Elmer began to see that possibly it might be up to him to try to get
in touch with the tramp, and learn just who and what he was. He
could understand what a cruel shock it must be to Amos even to
suspect that his father could reach the low level of a common
wanderer on the face of the earth, a hobo!

“You meant it when you said you wanted Perk and Wee Willie to know
about this matter, did you, Amos?” he asked presently.

“Yes, I insist on it,” said the other, hastily. “I’m tired of
sailing under false colors. If my chums all know my sad story it
must be up to them to decide whether they want to keep up their
contact with me, or drop me. But you must tell them, Elmer; I
couldn’t have the heart to go over it all again.”

“I promise you I will, now you’ve given me permission, Amos; and
make your mind easy. I know both of our pards too well to doubt what
they’ll surely do. They may not be able to say much, but their
actions will speak louder than words.”

“You’re all the finest chums any one could ever have, and it’d
nearly break my heart if you turned back on me. Do you know, I’ve
had the queerest things flit through my mind while thinking it all
over.”

“Such as what, Amos?”

“For one thing I would picture my father crouching in the bushes off
yonder and staring hard at us while we sat around the campfire last
night, yet not daring to join the circle. I even wondered, Elmer,
whether he could recognize me, for I’ve changed a lot in these seven
years, of course; and how he must have felt at not being able to
make himself known, just because he thinks that old charge still
hangs over his head.”

“But doesn’t it?” demanded Elmer, suddenly thrilled somehow.

“Why, of course not,” said Amos, simply. “When mother came into the
property of her old aunt, one of the first things she did was to
have an interview with the head of the firm my father used to be
with. She found out the amount of his defalcation, and paid it. That
was what cut down our allowance so, and made us scrimp sometimes;
but my mother always gloried in clearing his name. Oh, if he is only
alive, and could learn that, what might not happen?”

“Courage, Amos!” said Elmer, “you’ve boosted the game a heap in
telling me that.”



                            CHAPTER XII

                          SETTING THE TRAP


Already Amos was looking much better. The hope that Elmer dangled
before his wondering eyes grew in proportion to his ability to grasp
its possibilities.

If it turned out that his wandering father were really in the
vicinity, surely some way could be found to get in touch with him,
so that he might learn how the cloud on his name had been wiped out
years ago, and that he might have come back to his dear ones, if
only they had had any clue concerning his whereabouts.

The two boys sat there on the log for almost an hour, talking, and
trying to form some plan whereby this could be effected. Elmer had
found the best medicine in all the world for his chum’s uplifting;
Amos no longer looked as discouraged as before, and even laughed a
little at something humorous the loyal companion related for this
very purpose.

Elmer, too, was greatly relieved. Why, after all, the situation was
a whole lot better than he had dared hope. He became possessed of an
overwhelming ambition to find the tramp, and bring him the joyous
news. Already in imagination Amos was picturing the joy that would
fill his mother’s heart if the wanderer could only be brought back
home again, after doing penance so long for his delinquency.

Afterwards Amos took to making little excursions through the
neighboring timber on one excuse or another, though it was not
difficult for Elmer to understand that he indulged in a wild hope a
voice might call to him from out of some copse, and his father
appear in sight, unable to resist the longing to meet his boy once
more.

But no such happy event came to pass, though Amos continued his
walks, so as to scour the neighborhood in every direction.

During one of his absences from camp Perk and Wee Willie came in,
bearing quite a noble string of perch and bass and catfish, which
they had succeeded in catching through persistent efforts.

Elmer took advantage of the opportunity while Amos was away to tell
the two others the whole story as related to him.

Of course, they were both intensely interested, and frequently
interrupted the narrative to express their sympathy for the comrade
in distress, as well as to vow that not a word of it all should pass
their lips.

“But, say, it may not be so bad after all,” Wee Willie hastened to
remark, when it had been told. “If the amount taken has been made
good then there can be no charge against Mr. Codling, and he could
walk down the street of the city where they used to live without
being bothered anyway. But then, to be sure he doesn’t know about
this, and still believes the Law is looking for him.”

“It cuts Amos to the quick to fancy his father as a common vagrant,”
continued Elmer. “Never mention that part of it to him if you happen
to be speaking about these things.”

“Huh!” mused Perk, pursing up his mouth thoughtfully, “I reckon the
world has kept on treating Mr. Codling rough all these years. The
prosperity he went off to find never came his way, and by degrees
he’s given up all hope, as these hoboes nearly always do, trying to
forget the past, so I’ve understood. Do you think he could be
rounded up, Elmer?”

“I’m going to try to make it come out that way,” was the quick
reply, “although I don’t know yet just what plan I’ll adopt. Once we
got in touch with him it would be easy, I guess. He might try to
hold out, ashamed to have the wrong wiped out through his wife, and
not by his own efforts; but he couldn’t fight long against being
towed into a safe harbor, after seven years of roving and up against
hard times.”

“I hear Amos whistling as he comes along,” said Wee Willie just
then; “and it’s really the first time he’s done such a thing since
we started on this camping trip. Shows he must be feeling a heap
better already.”

“He is,” said Elmer, as he broke away from the two who were cleaning
their string of fish, with the intention of having some of them for
the midday meal.

“Because,” explained Perk, sagaciously, “fish ought to almost jump
from the water into the frying-pan; you can’t get them too fresh to
please me. And, say, I do just love ’em to beat the band!”

During the balance of the day they found numerous things to claim
their attention, as is always the case when fellows who know the
game are in camp. For instance, Wee Willie claimed that he was tired
of eating off the ground, and proposed making some sort of rude but
serviceable table that would be much more homelike.

“And while you’re doing that job,” Amos told him, “perhaps Perk and
myself could hatch up some kind of seats to use when we have to stay
indoors, and can’t squat on these two logs.”

This idea pleased Perk very much, for if there was one thing he
liked, and felt bound to have whenever possible, it was solid
comfort.

“I never did see the sense of making a martyr out of yourself all
the time you happened to be away from home, and in the woods,” he
observed sagaciously when on the subject; “so some fellows might
call me a sissy, or an old maid because I insist on fetching along
certain things like my tooth brush, and a few more necessities.”

“Huh! like this, for instance, I suppose?” chuckled Wee Willie,
appearing at the door of the cabin just then, and holding up an
object which caused Elmer to laugh outright, and even Amos to smile
indulgently.

“Oh! That’s my trousers’ creaser and stretcher,” blandly admitted
Perk, with a grin; “but honest to goodness I never meant to fetch it
along; and I don’t see how ever it got among my traps unless my
sister Sue did it; she’s as full of mischief as an egg is of meat,
and would think it a good joke on me to find what I’d gone and
lugged all the way into the woods. Think of me creasing this
horrible pair of pants, will you?”

So they acquitted honest Perk of any evil intention along the line
of playing the dude when in camp. But of course Wee Willie would
lose no opportunity to plague him about his “stretchers” while they
were at Log Cabin Bend.

During the early afternoon Elmer disappeared.

He had told no one of his intention, and indeed they did not really
miss him until he had been gone some time.

“Where do you think he’s off to?” Perk asked the tall chum, for he
had left Amos to complete a rude chair upon which they were working,
and strolled over to where Wee Willie was putting the finishing
touches on their dining-table, an exceedingly rustic affair, but
which promised to be fairly serviceable.

“Oh! that’s an easy one,” replied the other, in a low tone, and with
a cautious look toward Amos. “You remember he said he meant to try
to locate the man with the queer knife, if he chanced to be still
hanging around in this neighborhood.”

“But why should he stay, now he’s got back his property, eh, Wee
Willie?” persisted the stout boy.

“Huh! that’s harder to answer, I admit,” he was told; “unless he did
chance to recognize Amos while we sat around by the blaze of the
campfire, and has been unable to tear himself away. But I leave that
to Elmer; if any one can unearth the tramp he will.”

“He nearly always does succeed in anything he undertakes,” assented
Perk, with a charming display of blind confidence in the absent
chum.

Elmer did not come back for nearly two hours, and even then he gave
them no hint as to whether or not he had met with any sort of
success in his scouring of the timber in search of the mysterious
lurker. Perk was for asking him, but Wee Willie displayed his
accustomed shrewdness when advising against such a course.

“If Elmer wants to share anything with us depend on it he will,
Perk; and until he makes a move that way we’d better keep mum,” was
what he told the other; and Perk, easily influenced, must have
thought it good enough advice to follow, for he made no effort to
“pump” Elmer.

They had their supper, and some time later Elmer, turning to Amos,
remarked:

“How about that camera-trap business, Amos; feel like sauntering
over to the bank where you glimpsed that cunning old mink, and
setting things up for getting a snapshot of the timid hermit?”

Amos jumped to his feet instantly, his eyes glistening.

“I certainly would like to, Elmer, thank you; and so I’ll hustle and
get my outfit, camera, flashlight pan, and all the apparatus
necessary. Perhaps I startled the old chap when I looked in on him;
but by now he’s had plenty of time to get over his scare.”

“How about you, Perk?” continued the leader; “you saved one of those
fish-heads as I asked you to, didn’t you?”

“Three of ’em, Elmer; you’ll find them dangling by a string from
that limb of the hickory sapling yonder.”

“We’ll toss the others as far away from camp as we can,” continued
Elmer; “else we may be bothered with an army of ’coons fighting each
other while trying to locate the prize their scent tells them is
around here.”

He and Amos started off, and were soon at the spot. A creek, it
seemed, ran into the Beaverkill at that point, and it was really
under the bank of this the hermit mink lived in a hole that
doubtless had many side passages.

Elmer examined the ground thoroughly, and then they decided just
where it would be best to place the camera trap. The pan and
flashlight cartridge could lie flat on the ground just alongside,
and the cord that upon being jerked would cause the firing of the
flashlight ran out to a certain point that Amos said would be in
exact focus.

All these preparations were carried out with as little noise as
possible, the boys seldom communicating while at work save in
whispers; for they did not wish to frighten the timid game,
doubtless at the time deep down in his burrow under the rocks and
earth of the creek bank.

Finally everything necessary had been carried out. Amos went over it
all for the last time, and concluded that he could not better the
arrangements in any possible manner.

Accordingly they left the spot, Amos with the avowed intention of
being out at first peep of dawn so as to make sure the shutter of
the camera was closed before sunlight could destroy the result of
their clever trick.



                            CHAPTER XIII

                       THE AWAKENING OF PERK


Because Amos was feeling much more cheerful they sang some that
night. Perhaps the great woods up at Log Cabin Bend had never before
echoed with the rare melody of four boyish voices. The little
four-footed furry denizens of the forest must surely have listened
in sheer amazement to catch the unwonted sounds floating through the
leafy aisles, and believed that their solitude was indeed a thing of
the past.

It was mostly rollicking school songs, intermingled with some of the
popular military airs of the war time that they favored. Elmer saw
to it that in no case did they switch to anything that had a touch
of sadness about it. He wanted Amos to forget his troubles as much
as possible, not hug them to his heart.

Fortunately it proved to be a peaceful night, with no trace of
coming storm, which was a good thing for the photographic
experiment.

At peep of dawn, Elmer waked just in time to catch a glimpse of Amos
stealing out of the cabin, he having managed to get the door open
without making much noise. Although Elmer raised his head he did not
utter a sound to let the other know he had been observed; for he
knew very well that Amos had his camera in mind, and was heading for
the spot where it had been set ready for Mr. Mink.

On the return of the other bearing his apparatus Elmer was up and
outside getting the fire started. It needed no question on his part
to decide that some sort of success had come to the ardent
photographer.

“He visited the trap, Elmer, for a fact!” Amos was saying, his face
showing signs of considerable satisfaction. “The flashlight had
burned; and then too the fish-head bait was gone. I think he managed
to work it clear of the cord; but he deserved it, sure he did, the
cunning little varmint. Oh! I’m fairly wild to see what I got out of
it!”

“Hold your horses until we’ve had breakfast, Amos,” the other
advised him. “Then you can have the cabin to work in, when you start
developing. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find you’d made a big
hit.”

“I used to think once I cared a heap to wander the fields with a
gun, and if I could only fetch home some game in my bag, a rabbit,
partridge, gray squirrel, or quail I felt might proud of my skill;
but I can plainly see I’ll never again find any happiness in
killing. This sort of hunting with a camera has got it all beat to a
frazzle.”

“The beauty of it is,” remarked Elmer, “that you can still be on
friendly terms with the little animals of woods and swamp, and at
the same time secure your greatest triumphs. If that picture turns
out good, I reckon you’ll take ten times as much pleasure showing
it, than if you’d trapped the mink, and had taken his poor little
pelt to sell for a few dollars.”

“Oh! I’m sure of that, Elmer. And I can see that there are really
unlimited possibilities about this wonderful game. Just think how
proud a man might be if he had an album crowded with such pictures,
which he had collected all over the world, showing animals and birds
in their native haunts, yes, telling how they lived, and reared
their young. I guess the disease has got a firm hold on me, and I’ll
never go back to hunting with a gun again.”

Other boys than Amos Codling have discovered the same thing; and
many an innocent little creature living in the haunts of the
wilderness owes its continued existence to the lure and fascination
to be found in hunting with a camera.

When Amos came out of the cabin, after being shut up there an hour
or more, he was looking decidedly pleased.

“It turned out gilt-edged, Elmer!” he exclaimed, holding up
something with an air of considerable pride. “And, believe me, this
negative is so strong it’s bound to make a splendid print. You can
see what looks like an expression of surprise on the mink’s phiz
when that dazzling flash came. Yes, and he’s tugging at the string
we tied the fish-head to, for all that’s out!”

Each of the others took a look, and decided that it was indeed a
prize negative. Considering the fact that it had been secured under
such strange conditions, the contrasts were remarkably clean cut.

Amos was much encouraged by his initial success. Already he was
doubtless laying ambitious plans looking to further triumphs along
the line of what he was pleased to style “auto-photography,” because
each sitter must of necessity snap off his own picture.

Still, as the morning advanced Elmer could not help noticing that
now and then Amos would allow his gaze to wander to this or that
point. Perhaps he may have been figuring out his next step in the
campaign; but Elmer, noting the anxious expression once more upon
the other’s face, decided that Amos was thinking of his father.

Perk had developed a sudden interest in woods lore. Up to then this
subject had never interested him to any extent; in fact, he had been
more apt to display concern over a rabbit in the pot, than one
bounding over its native heath.

He now learned that there was a world of deeply instructive things
to be picked up in connection with all these smaller creatures. Once
Elmer and Wee Willie, that afternoon, began to give up some of the
knowledge they had acquired, Perk started a flow of questions that
seemed capable, like the poet’s brook, of “running on forever.”

The boys were good-natured, and really felt disposed to encourage
Perk in his pursuit of knowledge. It might be a turning point in the
career of easy-going Perk. Curiosity, along these lines, once
aroused awakens interest, and begets a desire to know more and more,
until all animated nature takes on a new and lively character.

“Well, now,” for one thing Perk remarked, “I’ve seen a rabbit start
running when I crossed a field, and then act queer, as if suddenly
lame. Yes, I can remember chasing bunny, and nearly overtaking the
little bunch with the cottontail; when all at once it’d spin away
like lightning, leaving me out of breath, and feeling foolish. So
that was all a sharp trick, was it, Elmer?”

“A very common one, played by mother partridges as well as rabbits,”
he was assured. “It was done just to draw you away from that clump
of grass, out of which the bunny jumped in the start. If you’d gone
there you’d have found a nest of young rabbits too small to escape.
The mother was ready to risk her own life in order to save her
babies.”

Perk was deeply impressed.

“Why, I wouldn’t have hurt one of them for anything,” he insisted;
“but then the old lady couldn’t know that, could she? To think of
such devotion even in an humble bunny! Why, it would shame a good
many human parents, that’s right. And you say partridges do
something the same, eh?”

“A common trick,” Wee Willie hastened to remark. “Many a time in the
summer, or early in the fall before hunting time came, I’ve had a
bird suddenly flutter out on the woods trail before me, and act as
if she had a broken wing. I used to chase after her at first, until
I got wise to her sly trick. She’d let me almost grab her, and then
just flip on a little further, all the while luring me ahead; then
all of a sudden she’d recover the use of that broken wing and go off
with a buzz.”

“And did you find young partridges where she came from?” pursued
Perk, with round eyes, and partly open mouth, as though he had begun
to experience a forerunner of the strange fascination that a
knowledge of all these wonderful things has for the lover of the
Open.

“Lots of times,” Wee Willie promptly replied; “but I give you my
word for it, I was never guilty of trying to knock over a single one
of the frightened brood when they scattered like crazy little
things. Later on, I even refused to bother ’em in the least; though
when the season opened I would take my gun, and hunt as well as the
next one.”

“Gee! I wish I could sight something like that,” Perk was saying.
“Do you think there are partridges around this place, Wee Willie?”

“I’ve heard ’em drumming more’n a few times, Perk; and Elmer here
said he’d flushed several when roaming around.”

“But would any mother bird be apt to have her brood so late in the
summer, do you expect?” continued the other persistently; for when
an idea did find lodgment in Perk’s brain it stuck most stubbornly.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, for they say this was a late season, on
account of so much rain early in the summer, that drowned out lots
of nests. We might be lucky enough to run across one of these
self-sacrificing old mother birds while up here at Log Cabin Bend.”

“Huh! hope I’m along if it does happen,” grunted Perk. “I never
dreamed that you could learn such queer and interesting things just
by keeping your eyes and ears open when in the woods. After this I’m
going to investigate for myself. Seems like I’d just begun to scrape
the scales off my eyes; for, say, I must have been blind never to
have paid any attention to these things before.”

Elmer was delighted to hear Perk say this. He had himself tried more
than a few times to get the other interested in those very things,
but without success. Just what it was that had finally turned the
trick he could not say. Perhaps the hour had struck for Perk to wake
up; then again the sight of Amos beaming with joy over the success
of his night effort may have set the match to Perk’s slumbering
ambition. No matter what the cause, Elmer was vastly pleased at the
result.

The boys were not idle by any means as the day passed on. They found
numerous things to occupy their time and attention. Some of these
tended to improve the conditions; little conveniences were arranged
as conceived, which were calculated to lighten the burden of getting
meals; or else render their sleeping accommodations more
comfortable.

So the afternoon began to wane.

Wee Willie and Elmer had been observing a perceptible change that
was coming over the weather. In fact the day had been unusually hot,
even for late summertime, and after summing up various portentous
facts the weather sharps came to the conclusion that before another
dawn they were likely to have a chance to test the rainproof
qualities of their newly patched cabin roof.

“Something brooding, that’s certain,” Wee Willie asserted, as he
mopped his perspiring brow, having been chopping wood a short time
before, with the result that the perspiration was standing out in
beads.

“Did Perk go fishing again?” asked Elmer; “I’ve missed him for some
time now.”

“I don’t think so,” the other replied, “for there’s his jointed rod
standing over against the cabin right now. I remember seeing him
walk off; and come to think of it he went toward the east, and the
river lies to the west here.”

They looked at each other, with a growing uneasiness.

“Ten to one,” asserted Wee Willie, “Perk’s gone off on a little
tramp in hopes of starting a mother partridge whirring before him.
You know what he is when he gets any sort of notion in his head.”

“But we ought to have warned him against doing that,” Elmer
hurriedly said, “remembering how one of his besetting sins has
always been to get lost!”

With the prospect of a storm ahead they saw reason to feel concerned
over Perk’s continued absence.



                            CHAPTER XIV

                       A STIRRING NIGHT AHEAD


“I’m afraid we’re in for trouble about Perk, Elmer,” the tall chum
observed, his freckled face set in a frown.

“Nothing serious, so far,” he was told, for Elmer did not believe in
“conjuring up ghosts” as he termed Wee Willie’s habit of
anticipating calamities that might never come to pass. “Plenty of
time still for Perk to come in before we start getting supper; and
besides the storm hasn’t shown a sign so far.”

“But we know how easy it always has been for Perk to lose his
bearings in the woods,” persisted the other camper. “Many a time
before now we’ve had to go out and locate him. Seems as if Perk
never will learn how to take care of himself.”

“He’s just waking up,” remarked Elmer; “and may surprise some of us
yet, once he gets started. Still, it wouldn’t do any harm to give an
occasional shout. If he hasn’t got beyond earshot it might help him
locate the camp again.”

“I second the motion; and here goes for a starter.”

With that Wee Willie lifted up his strong voice, and gave a shrill
yell that could doubtless have carried a mile away. Amos came
hurrying out of the cabin as if wondering what was going on. He
seemed relieved to find his two chums standing there.

“Why, you did give me such a start!” he declared. “I even thought
that lunatic might have hopped in, and tackled Wee Willie. What’s
all the shouting for?”

“Perk’s wandered off again, and we thought he might stray away, so
we’re meaning to take turns in letting out a bazoo whoop to guide
him this way,” explained Wee Willie, with a grin. “If he was within
a mile I reckon he heard that clarion call of mine, eh, Amos?”

“Yes, and it ought to tell him which way the cabin lies,” returned
the other, confidently. “But we must keep it up, for Perk, even if
he started right, would be apt to swing to the left, like most
fellows do in the woods when they haven’t learned the trick of
keeping a direct line.”

“Every three minutes by the watch one of us must shout,” decided
Elmer.

This program was kept up for half an hour. Several times they would
fancy there was a more or less feeble response, so that the shouting
was quickly resumed; but after straining their hearing to the utmost
they finally felt compelled to admit that this must have been only a
vivid imagination.

“I sure heard something answer that last yell,” Wee Willie affirmed,
stubbornly; “but then it may only have been an owl up in some old
dead treetop; or a cawing crow some distance away.”

“How long ought we keep this thing up, Elmer?” inquired Amos.

“Not more than another half hour,” came the reply.

“And if nothing happens then?”

“We’ll have to start out and try to locate Perk,” he was told.

“I saw him leave camp, and he went that way,” with which Amos
pointed to a certain quarter; at which Wee Willie nodded, and
hastened to add:

“Yes, I was telling Elmer here I saw him walk away, and he went in
the direction of the east, which wasn’t toward the river at all. I
don’t know how it came I seemed to take it for granted Perk was
going fishing; must have had something on my mind at the time, and
didn’t notice that he hadn’t his rod along. What makes things worse
is that storm!”

“Storm!” echoed Amos, staring around; “why, it’s as blue as indigo
overhead right now; where’s your storm, Wee Willie?”

“We seem to feel one coming in our bones,” explained the other.
“Sometimes, you know you can tell that one’s due by certain signs.
And if you look sharp you’ll see clouds gathering over in the
southwest; which is the quarter most of our big summer storms spring
from.”

Amos did look, and then shook his head as if dismayed at the
prospect.

“I’m sorry for Perk, that’s all,” he remarked.

“Oh there isn’t so much chance of anything serious overtaking him,”
Elmer hastily assured him. “To be sure he’s likely to get well
drenched, and perhaps the thunder and lightning, as well as falling
trees around him, may make it unpleasant for Perk; but that’s really
the extent of it. If he wanders far he’s apt to get out of the
timber belt, and run on some farm-house where he could get shelter,
food and ditto a bed.”

“Yes, no one could ever refuse him anything he asked for, what with
that winning smile of his,” said Amos.

They continued shouting at more frequent intervals, until all of
them began to get quite hoarse; but there was no perceptible result.
The second half hour thus began to draw toward a close.

“All useless, seems like!” admitted Wee Willie in disgust.

“Yes,” Elmer observed, “we’re wasting time doing this, when we’d
have shown better judgment in starting out a while ago. Knowing
Perk’s failing as we do, we ought to have made up our minds that
sooner or later we’d have to go out after him.”

He had seen to it that the single lantern they carried with them to
the woods was well filled with oil from the extra bottle.

“Who’s going along?” Wee Willie now asked.

“I thought at first two of us would be enough,” said Elmer, “but
changed my mind, and so we’ll go in a bunch”; at which information
Amos looked pleased, for he had feared they would figure him out of
the game.

“I’ll fix my camera so it can’t possibly get wet, if the storm
comes, and the old roof drips in spite of all our fixing,” he
hurriedly called out, darting inside the cabin.

“Not afraid about leaving our things unguarded, are you?” asked Wee
Willie. “It would be a joke on us if that lunatic happened around,
and cleaned us out of everything.”

“We’ll have to take chances on that,” Elmer decided, “but I reckon
there isn’t much danger. We can close the door, and wedge it fast,
so that any one’d believe it was barred inside, and that some of us
were at home.”

“You said it, Elmer,” chuckled the other, “takes you to think up
clever little schemes right along. I suppose we can expect to get a
good ducking before we’re through this job.”

“Oh! well, we’re not made of sugar or salt, Wee Willie; and we’d
stand much more than that for Perk!”

“I should think we would!” quickly declared the tall chum,
energetically, as though anxious to put himself on record. “Why, I’d
go through fire and water for him, and think little of it. I’m only
worrying for fear something might happen to Perk, something serious
you know.”

“Yes, such as a tree falling on him in the storm,” Elmer added, “or
his breaking a leg by tripping over a trailing vine as he ran
headlong, trying to find some sort of shelter. But let’s hope
nothing like that will happen.”

“I’ve put a cake of chocolate in my pocket, Elmer, in case we don’t
get back to camp to-night, and feel hungry; you fellows had better
do the same. Wonderful lot of nourishment in chocolate you know.
Think I’ll get another, for Perk, when we find him.”

“Now that’s a good idea,” agreed Elmer, “and I’ll see that Amos
follows suit.”

“You didn’t want him to stay alone here while we were gone, I
noticed, Elmer. What was the big idea?”

“In the first place, three might be better in scouring the woods
than two. Then again I was afraid Amos would feel it terribly if
left all alone in a storm, and as nervous as he is just now,
worrying over his father. He was pleased when he heard me say all of
us were to go.”

“Of course, we ought to try to follow up Perk’s trail as long as
it’s light enough, eh, Elmer?”

“I expect to, and even afterwards by the help of our lantern, Wee
Willie. If he’s kept turning to the left, as I suppose will be the
case, and we continued along due east, we’d soon be leaving him
further and further away. As it is we can cover several miles before
we’re forced to quit, and a burst of shouts might reach him.”



                             CHAPTER XV

                        CAUGHT IN THE STORM


So plain was the trail of the wanderer that they had no trouble in
following it at quite a rapid pace. Indeed, Elmer calculated that
they were proceeding even faster than Perk himself had gone along;
for as a rule the stout chum was not prone to make speed except when
circumstances demanded that he let himself out—in a baseball game;
or it might be a sack race for a prize.

More than once did Elmer mentally take himself to task for not
starting out much sooner. The afternoon was closing in, and it would
not be a great while before night came on. Even another precious
half hour of daylight might have proven of considerable value to
them; but then Elmer knew it was useless now to indulge in vain
regrets.

By the time it began to get so dusky that even his keen eyes had
difficulty in making out the trail, he decided it was necessary to
make use of the lantern.

They had come quite a distance, Wee Willie figuring it out as
possibly a couple of miles, which must have been a conservative
guess, Elmer agreed. So he struck a match, and presently when the
trail was taken up again the lantern light allowed them to see
Perk’s heavy tracks plainly.

Already they had changed their course considerably. Perk aimed to
avoid pushing through many of the thickets, and rough places he
encountered; which had a tendency to throw him now to the right, and
again to the left, until naturally he became bewildered, and
doubtless for the life of him could not decide in which quarter the
cabin lay.

From the indications Wee Willie judged that he had stopped to cast a
stone into numerous thickets, in expectation of starting a partridge
out, which he hoped would betray that queer trick the other boys had
been speaking about. When after much wandering, and repeated
failures to score, Perk finally made up his mind that it was time
for him to turn his face toward camp, he must have been thoroughly
disgusted to discover that he did not have the slightest idea as to
whether the cabin lay on the right, the left, before, or behind him;
and that he was really and truly lost.

But then that did not have any great terror for Perk. He had been
lost so many times before that it was getting to be an old story.
Doubtless he would keep on trying to “find himself” until he
realized the hopelessness of it all, when he would philosophically
sit down, to make a fire, and toast his shins, until such time as
his mates came along with a rescue party; for he knew they could
easily follow his tracks.

Perk, however, did not take certain possibilities into
consideration, if he figured it out that way, for one thing the
coming of the storm. At no other time when he played the part of the
“babes in the woods” had anything like that overtaken him; and if
there was one particular type of Nature’s moods which Perk disliked
most cordially it was a storm.

The lightning always made him jump; the thunder awed him; while the
roar of a violent wind through the trees, sounding like a runaway
railway train coming down the slope, made his flesh fairly creep. So
that it can be seen an experience he would not soon forget faced the
reckless woods wanderer on this occasion.

They had not been moving again very long after the lantern was
lighted when Wee Willie called their attention to the moaning of the
wind through the tops of the tall trees.

“That always means storm, according to my weather education,” he
affirmed; “anyhow, I never yet knew it to fail. The clouds are
working up all the time, too, boys. Guess we’ll be swimming before a
great while. Worst of all is the fact that once the water comes
down, good-by to our tracking, for even Perk’s heavy trail would
soon be washed clean out.”

“And not a single little woods varmint have we run across,”
suggested Elmer, who never failed to notice everything, “which shows
that their instinct tells them there’s something afoot, and that
they’d better hug their underground holes, or hollow trees, for
shelter.”

“How weird that wind does sound through the treetops,” said Amos,
shuddering as he spoke. “You could almost imagine it came from some
unseen spirits, or that the trees were gossiping, just like a pack
of old women over their teacups.”

Wee Willie had not thought of that, because he was a practical sort
of fellow; but then Amos happened to be built along different lines,
being given a lively imagination.

“Here’s where Perk commenced to hurry some,” observed Elmer at that
juncture. “He must have begun to realize he didn’t seem to be
striking the river very fast, for he even ran a short distance,
lumbering along like an ice-wagon, and falling more than a few
times.”

“Huh! getting some anxious, I warrant you,” grunted Wee Willie.
“Began to be afraid he’d miss his supper if he didn’t do better.”

“Don’t say that,” urged Elmer, reprovingly; “I’d rather believe Perk
was thinking of the worry he might cause the rest of his chums.”

“Say,” snapped the other as quick as a flash, “forget what I said,
please, fellows; it came from the lips, but not from the heart. I
didn’t mean it, that’s right. Perk isn’t the chap to think of
himself first; there never was a more loyal comrade, or one who
wanted more to be of service to his pals.”

That was Wee Willie all over—too ready to say things of which he
immediately repented, when he would strive to make amends. But Elmer
liked him all the better on account of his quick temper, and habit
of speaking without considering the result; Wee Willie had his
faults, but to Elmer’s mind he was an angel compared with some sly
fellows who seemed to have a perpetual sneer in their tones, and a
curl to their upper lips.

“Wasn’t that distant thunder I heard then?” asked Amos.

“Just what it was,” Elmer admitted; “so we didn’t hit far out of the
way when we decided we were in for a storm.”

“But it’s a long way off yet,” urged the other.

“That’s true, but when the wind starts to blow it doesn’t take long
for a gale to strike home,” the boy with the lighted lantern
reminded him.

“About how long would you give us before it arrives?” continued
Amos.

“Anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour,” he was told. “Sometimes
they take a notion to swing around, and attack from a new quarter;
which holds things up more or less.”

“Huh! you never can tell what a crazy old storm will do,” grunted
Wee Willie. “I’ve had ’em die down on me, but just when I was taking
a good breath, slam bang! and the game was on again, the second
edition being a heap worse than the original dose. It pays to keep
right on the job when there’s a twister working your patch of the
woods.”

“It pays to keep on the alert, no matter where you are. Preparedness
has won many a battle on the field, in business, and with private
affairs. The fellow who is ready has three chances to one for the
shiftless chap caught off his guard.”

It was not long before the distant boom of the thunder grew
perceptibly louder, proving that the storm was advancing their way,
and could not be much longer delayed in transit.

“We might holler a few times,” suggested Wee Willie, “and if by
great good luck Perk is close enough to hear us, so much the
better.”

“Go to it, then,” advised Elmer, knowing Wee Willie had a voice that
would be apt to carry much further than his own, or that of Amos.

Without waiting for a second invitation the elongated chum threw
back his head and sent forth one of his shrillest yells.

“Perk! oh! Perk! Hey! there!” he bawled.

“Perk! hey there!” came a startling mocking answer that caused Wee
Willie to jump, and stare hard at Elmer.

“W-why, did y-you hear that?” he gasped.

“Only an echo,” the other told him. “It repeated your words after
you. As a rule it requires some sort of elevation to create an echo;
but they’ve been known to spring right up from what looked like
level ground. A lot depends on the condition of the atmosphere. I’ve
known of a mighty fine echo that would send back a double line at
you like fun, and yet it came out of a marsh. I admit echoes have
always been something of a puzzle to me; but that was one just now,
all right.”

“A queer thing,” Amos hurried to say, “and at first I really thought
it was Perk hiding close by, and mocking Wee Willie here. Can you
still follow his tracks, Elmer?”

“It’s as easy as falling off a log,” replied the one addressed, “but
for a fact I’m more than surprised at Perk keeping it up so long. He
must have been provoked with himself over getting lost, and
determined to make the punishment fit the crime. Why, we’ve come
more than three miles, up to now.”

“If we’re going to find him before that storm breaks, it’s got to be
done fast now,” Wee Willie told them, when a still more resonant
grumble followed what was plainly a distant flash of lightning.

“All we can do,” advised the guide with the lighted lantern, “is to
keep moving until we’re up against it, when of course we’ll have to
try to find some shelter ourselves.”

Wee Willie continued to let out a whoop from time to time. It amused
him, at least, and could do no harm, while there was always a
slender chance that Perk might hear and reply.

“Wow! things are getting pretty warm!” he announced shortly
afterwards, when a really deafening crash followed quickly on the
heels of a blinding electric display.

“I felt the first drop of rain on my face when I looked up at that
flash,” said Amos, trying to show the utmost coolness.

“Yes, it’s going to break right away,” said Elmer.

“Perk, I wonder where you are?” Wee Willie remarked on a hazard,
remembering what a dislike the lost chum invariably displayed toward
all kinds of strife among the elements.

“Listen! what’s that?” asked Amos. “Sounds for all the world like a
regular young Niagara going over the falls.”

“It means the rain is rushing down on us, and that we’re going to be
soaked through and through in a jiffy,” Elmer told him.

Five minutes afterwards and they found themselves in the midst of as
lively a summer gale as any of them had ever known, with the
artillery in the heavens keeping up an almost constant booming,
occupied by dazzling flashes of lightning; while to the right and to
the left they could hear terrific crashing sounds as trees were laid
prostrate before the fury of the hurricane wind!



                            CHAPTER XVI

                        WHERE WOODCRAFT PAYS


Progress of course was utterly out of the question while all this
racket continued. Indeed, even with the aid of the lantern, and the
almost incessant flashing of the lightning, they could never have
found the marks left by Perk in his erratic wanderings; for already
had the downpour of rain washed them completely out of existence as
though the trail had never been.

“No telling how long this is going to last, of course?” called out
Amos, and his voice quivered more or less, despite his brave efforts
to appear quite unconcerned, as a veteran of camp and trail should.

“It may soon be over,” replied Elmer, “and again there’s always a
chance of such a storm holding out all night.”

“Wonder if we couldn’t find some sort of shelter?” ventured Wee
Willie, doubtless voicing the thought that was in each of his
companions’ minds.

“Let’s bear off in this direction,” suggested Elmer, turning toward
the right, and as he carried the lantern the others were compelled
to follow him.

“But the trees seem to be getting smaller over here, Elmer,”
protested the tall chum.

“Sure thing, I know that,” called the guide over his shoulder, “but
we’re not looking for any big hollow oak, with all this lightning
around, you know. Notice that the ground’s getting rocky, and that
it begins to lie in queer ledges? I’ve seen just such places before,
and I’m hoping we’ll run across a ledge that’ll hang out far enough
to let us crawl underneath.”

“Wow! that’s the stuff!” admitted Wee Willie, apparently giving in
to the judgment of his leader without any dispute.

“Something up ahead there that looks like it might pan out,” called
Amos just then; though he could not feel sure he saw correctly,
because of the water that ran down his face, and seemed at times to
act as a sort of curtain hiding out the wretched picture.

“We’re in great luck!” cried Elmer, ten seconds later, “for here’s
just the sort of ledge I had in mind, with plenty of room for all of
us to creep under the outcropping shelf of rock.”

Down on hands and knees they went. This was no time for being
particular, when the situation was so desperate; a little dirt did
not matter, for who does not know how the average boy manages to
keep on good terms with grime, without letting its presence
interfere at all with his appetite, or enjoyment.

“Whirr! whirr!”

“Hey! what’s all this?” bellowed Wee Willie, already screwed up in a
knot, as he doubled his long legs in the endeavor to push further
under the friendly shelf of rock, one of Nature’s freaks in that
neck of the tall timber, but wonderfully acceptable to those caught
in the wild storm.

“Only a covey of partridges we’ve scared out of their hiding-place,”
Elmer instantly called back. “They thought they owned it, but we’ve
put in a quit claim. All under, boys?”

“Say, this isn’t half so bad!” Amos exclaimed.

“It’s all right,” ventured Wee Willie, “if only we don’t get drowned
in the water that’s going to ooze from our clothes. I reckon I weigh
close on a ton right now; why, I could hardly lift my leg toward the
last, I carried such a cargo of soaked stuff with me.”

They lay there panting for a while, “resting up,” as a boy would put
it.

“Any port in a storm, the sailor says,” Elmer presently sang out,
“and this time we can understand what that homely old phrase means.”

“Getting some chilly though, don’t you think?” said Amos, his teeth
chattering as he spoke.

“Oh! that’s because we’re wet to the bone,” the tall chum asserted.
“Since we can’t help ourselves we’ve just got to grin and bear it.
Lots of fellows may be a heap worse off than we are right now.”

He was thinking of Perk, of course; but Amos had another person in
mind when, during a brief lull in the roaring of the storm he was
heard to groan, and say half to himself:

“I wonder where he can be; and if he’s out in all this terrible
storm, poor old dad!”

Wee Willie might have reassured him had he chosen. He could have
told Amos that those who have descended to the low level of becoming
plain ordinary hoboes, tramping the highways, and counting the
railroad ties in their peregrinations to and fro over the country,
are as a rule, able to foresee the coming of bad weather, and
generally manage to find some shelter in advance.

However, he did not say this, because to do so would hurt the
feelings of Amos; who seemed still to have considerable love for the
father he had not seen nor heard from for several long years.

How the minutes dragged!

Wee Willie, too, had now begun to shiver, though he would not have
admitted that he was cold had he been accused of such a thing. While
the rain did not gain admittance to the space under the overlapping
ledge of rock, the wind could not be kept entirely out; and owing to
their being so wet this caused them much inconvenience, to say the
least.

“Don’t you believe it’s letting up some, Elmer?” pleaded Amos, after
a bit.

“I was just thinking so myself when you spoke,” came the reply.
“Yes, the rain, you see, has almost stopped, though the wind keeps
up a great roaring in the treetops. But it’s lost some of its fury
to boot; I haven’t heard a tree crash down for some time.”

“Huh! guess all the weak brothers have been knocked silly by now!”
grunted Wee Willie, using this method of speaking because he could
disguise the fact that his teeth were rattling like the castanets he
had once seen a Spanish dancer use at a concert.

“Make up your mind, the performance is over for to-night,” Elmer
thrilled them by declaring five minutes afterwards.

“Well, for goodness’ sake, don’t let’s do anything to coax an
encore,” begged Amos. “But I can hear the rain coming down still,
Elmer.”

“I reckon now that’s just the water dripping from the trees you
hear,” he was assured, which turned out to be the case.

They hugged their confined quarters for a short time longer; then
Elmer made a move as though meaning to crawl out.

“Come along, boys!” he called; “we’ll feel a heap better to get on
our feet, and start the blood to circulating again.”

“You said it, Elmer,” honestly confessed Amos; “why, I’m shaking
like I had the ague right now. And I’m not sure but that Wee
Willie’s going to fall to pieces soon if he keeps on the way he
does, he’s so loosely made up, you know.”

“Oh! I guess not _yet_ awhile,” snapped the one referred to, who
however lost no time in creeping out from under the ledge where the
wise partridges had taken up their quarters for the night,
anticipating a wet time.

No sooner was Elmer on his feet than laying the lantern aside he
commenced slapping both arms violently about him, at the same time
jumping up and down after the manner of a savage indulging in a
dance.

“The only way to get your blood to circulating!” Wee Willie
admitted, as he hastened to imitate the others example; and
presently there were three dancers hopping about, and making wild
gesticulations with their waving arms.

All of them began to feel considerably better, though their breath
was soon coming in short pants.

“This is an improvement,” Elmer called out, “but we ought to have a
fire!”

“Fire!”

That word always appealed to Wee Willie, even as a red rag does to
an aggressive bull; he never needed more than half a hint to find an
excuse for building one.

“Whoop! watch my smoke, fellows!” he cried, delightedly. “I’m some
boy when you need a blaze. Don’t either of you dare to offer to
help; because I’m the fire-maker of this circus!”

One thing that the tall chum always insisted on when in the woods
was to carry his pet camp hatchet along with him wherever he went.
Many times it was likely to prove a grievous burden, but should the
occasion arise when its value could be fully appreciated, like the
present, Wee Willie felt amply rewarded for his forethought.

He had it loose and ready before Amos could have said “Jack
Robinson,” and picking out an old stump near by attacked it with
great vigor, Elmer holding his lantern so that the chopper could see
what he was doing.

Of course the fire-maker was after the dry heart of the stump, which
could not have been soaked by the recent downpour. Soon he was
collecting small splinters of this inflammable wood, until he had
quite a decent pile laid by. At the base he inserted the finest and
most tempting of fibers, to which he meant to apply a match
presently; since this was certainly no time for him to show off his
knowledge of wonderful though tedious ways for making a fire without
the aid of common, every-day matches.

It matters little to one who had made a hobby of the subject, that
everything around may be reeking with water; because he knows a
variety of ways for producing the desired result. Many fellows less
wise would have tried in vain, and used up their whole stock of
matches in endeavoring to coax wet tinder to burn.

Amos gave an exclamation indicative of solid satisfaction when in
response to the click of the match, carefully protected by Wee
Willie’s hat, a tiny blaze sprang up that rapidly increased in
volume.

“Hurrah for you, Wee Willie! You’re surely the champion fire-builder
of the universe. You’ll set the world on fire some of these days, if
they don’t watch you pretty close. My but that feels fine already!”

“Oh! but I’ve got to have heavier stuff to put on top, or it’ll
peter out on us,” objected the other, bustling about.

He must have figured on just where he could lay hold of the
necessary supplies, for almost in a jiffy he started piling dead
branches over the leaping blaze, which, rapidly drying out began in
turn to take fire, until there was a delightful roaring pyramid of
flames leaping cheerily upward, and sending out such glorious heat
that the boys had to move back a foot at a time.

Their clothes also began to send out clouds of steam as the genial
warmth commenced the drying process. Everybody showed signs of
feeling a thousand per cent more comfortable; and there was no
longer any necessity for their performing those wild antics, like
warriors before the hunt or battle.



                            CHAPTER XVII

                      A GUEST AT THE CAMPFIRE


“Why, I guess I’m all dry again,” Amos later on remarked with a
degree of satisfaction in his words. “That heat certainly works
fine. After all, it wasn’t such a terribly hard experience.”

Amos was like most other people who are prone to forget how they
have suffered, once the sun of prosperity shines again; but then it
is fortunate boys are so constituted that they can “put their
troubles in their old kit-bag,” and be merry once more.

“Of course,” observed Wee Willie, “we can’t do a thing now till
morning; even then our only job will be to keep on the move, and
letting out an occasional whoop in hopes of reaching Perk. I’d sure
give something to know what that same Perk is doing right now.”

“Elmer, what’s that moving out there?” gasped Amos, as though
something suddenly ice-cold gripped his heart.

“Why, it seems to be a _man_, and he’s heading this way, too!”
exclaimed the tall chum. “Say, wouldn’t it be a queer stunt now if
this happened to be our—well, the party we scared out of the cabin
at the Bend?”

Amos uttered a plaintive little cry, but hastily followed it by
saying:

“No, it can’t be, because you see he doesn’t limp at all!”

The man continued to come straight toward them, though Elmer rather
suspected that he was eyeing them closely as he advanced, possibly
wondering who and what they were. At least he was no tramp, his
appearance indicating more or less refinement; though to be sure he
was fairly dripping just then, as though he had borne the full force
of the downpour.

“Good evening, boys!” he called out as he drew near. “That fire
certainly looks tempting; and if you’ve no objections I’d like to
warm up a bit. Beastly storm, wasn’t it? I seem to be pretty damp;
but it doesn’t matter; nothing really does when you make your mind
up not to worry.”

He held his hands out to the blaze as he finished. Elmer stared at
him in a puzzled way. To meet such a light-hearted man after the
passage of so dreadful a storm, and away up there in the woods, too,
was rather bewildering.

“I suppose you’re all wondering who your unexpected guest will turn
out to be, boys,” suddenly said the man, turning and surveying them
keenly. “Allow me to introduce myself then as Doctor Frank Hitchens,
connected with the State Institute for the Insane. I lost my
connection with a party out searching this region for a clever
inmate who managed to break away recently. At first I imagined you
were my companions in the hunt; but as I drew closer I realized my
mistake.”

“Oh! is that so, sir?” exclaimed Wee Willie, impulsively. “Why, we
happened to meet your two friends recently. They came knocking at
the door of our cabin, and at first thought they’d cornered their
man. When they found we were only a party of boys from Chester,
camping out, they asked a lot of questions; but we couldn’t give
them any clue, of course. So you’re the doctor from the Asylum, are
you, sir? If you come over on this side of the fire you can dry off
without so much of the smoke striking you.”

“Thank you, son, I’ll do so,” the newcomer replied, suiting action
to word.

He seemed to like to talk, as though the sound of his voice might be
pleasant to his own ears. Elmer held back and listened, hoping to
grasp the situation better by observing the expressions that flitted
in succession across the face of Dr. Hitchens.

In the first place, he concluded that the other must be unusually
smart, for he seemed to be well posted on every kind of subject. As
he spoke, Elmer saw frowns, and then shrewd looks flit across his
face; from which he also concluded that the medical man must be the
possessor of something of a temper; he really looked like one whom
it would be unwise to irritate.

Wee Willie apparently was quite taken with the doctor. He asked
various questions, and supplied all the information he had at his
command, when the other wished to know this or that.

“Didn’t Collins or Andrews chance to mention my name to you, when
they made their call last night; or happen to say they had missed
connections with Dr. Frank Hitchens?” he finally inquired,
cunningly, Elmer thought.

Wee Willie shook his head in the negative.

“Why, no, sir, not a word did those guards say about having any one
else along,” he hastened to explain. “They had a dog with them, a
sort of hound, I reckon, because he had long ears, and bayed like
one; but somehow they didn’t seem to get a whiff of the scent of the
escaped lunatic.”

Wee Willie was wise enough not to say anything concerning the fact
that they had frightened some one away from the cabin on first
arriving. Since they were now of the opinion that party had been Mr.
Codling, Amos’s long-missing parent, it was only fair to that
comrade nothing be said about his presence near by.

“By the way,” continued the doctor, with glittering eyes, “did the
guards happen to mention the name of the—er, runaway?” and Elmer
thought he caught a slight chuckle when that last word was forcibly
pronounced.

“Why, yes, they told us his name was, let me see, Felix Something or
other—oh! yes, Felix Gould; and that he was a mighty clever
chap—used to be an actor in his palmy days, too, and just
wonderfully smart.”

“He is all of that,” commented the other, with a faint smile on his
face. “In fact, I don’t believe I ever ran across a more engaging
chap in all my wide experience than this same Felix Gould. The world
had not treated his genius right, which was the main cause for all
his mental troubles. But then they say everything comes to him who
waits; and there are times when even walls do not a prison make.
Life still has compensations for all the ills flesh is heir to.”

His manner was really quite dramatic when saying this, Elmer
noticed. As for Wee Willie, somehow he seemed to have fallen under
the spell of the other’s masterful manner, for he sat there, and
listened as though entranced, hardly able to take his eyes off the
doctor’s mobile face.

And then with the abruptness shown by a bolt of lightning coming
from what had been considered a clear sky, a thought suddenly sped
through Elmer’s brain. It dazzled him, too, at first by its
brilliance, yes, and thrilled him at the same time on account of the
element of danger that accompanied the revelation.

Once this idea seized hold of him, Elmer watched the face of Dr.
Hitchens more closely than ever. He was trying to read the secret of
those rapidly working features, those glittering eyes, and the
strange smile that every now and then crept into view, as though the
physician might be taking infinite satisfaction in having found such
a ready convert to his views in Wee Willie, whom he had apparently
well-nigh hypnotized.

Amos chancing to turn his gaze toward Elmer saw the other make a
quick little movement with his head. It said “come here” as plainly
as words could have done, an invitation Amos hastened to accept.

At the same time somehow or other he displayed considerable caution
concerning his movements, though unaware just why he should do so. A
minute afterwards and he dropped down alongside the other chum, who
was so far as appearances went only interested in brushing off the
lower extremities of his wrinkled trousers.

“What do you think of him, Elmer; a queer sort of a chap, that
doctor is, it strikes me?” remarked Amos, in what he meant to be a
low voice.

“Be careful how you speak, Amos,” came in guarded tones. “I’ve been
sizing him up and I don’t like his looks. In fact, I think he is no
other than Felix Gould himself!”

“Oh! my stars! the escaped actor lunatic!” whispered Amos, plainly
aghast at hearing this startling announcement.



                           CHAPTER XVIII

                          ELMER HAS A PLAN


For a full minute nothing further passed between the two chums. Amos
was slyly observing the newcomer, who continued to talk most
eloquently, rattling along on some subject or other, and holding Wee
Willie spellbound.

“Elmer!” finally whispered Amos.

“Yes,” came from the other, though Elmer did not desist from his
occupation of making his trousers legs look more presentable, just
as if it mattered in the slightest degree how creased or muddy they
might be, off in the woods as they were, where no critical eye could
ever detect the faults.

“I—guess—you’re right about that!” wheezed Amos.

“I’m getting more and more certain with every minute,” asserted the
other. “I can see it in his shifty eyes, and his every action. Why,
he’s as mad as anything, and has been playing a clever little trick
on us. You must know these people who are out of their senses just
love to imitate other folks, and make believe they’re Napoleon
Bonaparte, General Grant, or some noted character in history. He
chances to have a fancy for being the doctor at the asylum; perhaps
he’s studied his ways, and can take the other off to the life. But
we’re stacked up against a bunch of trouble, believe me, with _him_
in camp.”

“He’d be a dangerous man to tackle, I expect?” ventured Amos,
dubiously.

“They always are hard to handle, I’ve heard,” Elmer told him. “Why,
even a weak looking woman, if out of her mind, and violent, will be
all four men can manage; and at that she’ll claw their faces
something dreadful.”

“Whew! but we ought to get rid of him, some way or other,” continued
Amos. “I wish I knew of a scheme to start: Elmer, how about you?”

Elmer did not reply immediately. He happened to notice that the
furtive eyes of the man under suspicion chanced to be resting on
them just then; and it was far from his wish to cause the other to
suspect they knew his real identity.

Possibly Wee Willie asked some question just naturally, as he was
deeply engrossed in certain things the “doctor” had been telling
him; at any rate those searching eyes were again removed from the
vicinity of the spot where Elmer and Amos sat close together.

“As force is out of the question,” said Elmer, softly, “why the only
thing left is strategy.”

“Yes—go on, please, for I just _know_ you’ve got a scheme made up,”
breathed Amos.

“Don’t look so hungrily at me while I’m talking, Amos,” he was told.
“Try and grin, as if what I say might be funny. That man’s eyes are
like those of a rat or a ferret, and can look right through you.”

It may have been but a wretched excuse for a laugh that Amos managed
to emit; but at any rate such a sound would make it appear as though
he were listening to some humorous observation on the part of his
mate. Elmer, appeased by this, continued to “lift the lid,” as Wee
Willie would term it, and explain what he had in mind.

“We’ll manage to break into the talk after a bit, understand, Amos,”
he was now saying, “and don’t be surprised when I make a statement
that isn’t exactly true. But those two guards _did_ say they hoped
to run across us again while up here in this neck of the woods; you
heard them, Amos?”

“I certainly did,” came the quick reply.

“All right then, a fellow is allowed to stretch things just a little
when the circumstances are as desperate as they seem to be with us
right now. Well, I’m meaning to remark incidentally that we kind of
expect them to drop in on us before morning; in fact, that they may
see the light of our campfire any old time, and show up. Get that,
Amos?”

The other actually chuckled, this time without much of an effort.

“I’m on to your game, Elmer,” he announced, eagerly.

“Do you think it’s a good one?” demanded the originator of the
scheme.

“Simply great, and that’s a fact. Of course, if he was the genuine
article he’d act as if delighted to know there was a chance for him
to meet up with the balance of the search posse again.”

“Oh! don’t fool yourself about that, Amos; he’s too smart not to act
as if tickled half to death at the prospect,” resumed Elmer. “I
expect all that to happen.”

“Then how are we going to know whether he’s the real, or counterfeit
article, Elmer?”

“They say the proof of the pudding is in the eating of it, Amos.
Lots of things in this world are different from what they seem to be
on their face. No matter what his make-believe is, we’ll know the
truth by his actions, when he thinks no one is looking.”

“You mean he’s likely to skip out before morning, eh, Elmer?”

“There’s a big chance that way, I reckon.”

“Oh! I hope so, I certainly do,” said Amos. “I never did like to run
across any one who was out of his mind; they always made me feel
queer. But I’ve just thought of something, Elmer, that might queer
your fine game.”

“Is it—Wee Willie?” asked the other, quickly.

“How on earth did you guess so easily, I’d like to know?” gasped
Amos, quite taken aback for the moment.

“Just because I had thought about him myself,” came the answer.
“He’s sitting there, and drinking in everything that chap tells him
as if he might be in a daze. Yes, I wondered how he would take it
when he heard me say I expected those two guards to join us any old
time now.”

“Gee! Wee Willie might blurt out something that would make him
suspect you only said that so as to alarm him!”

“There’s only one way to prevent that,” his comrade told him. “I’ll
be sure to catch his eye just before I say anything, and give him
the high sign. Wee Willie knows what that’ll mean; he’ll understand
that he’s got to keep his lips tightly buttoned up,—just sit there
and listen. You’ll see how lucky it is we had all those signals
arranged long ago.”

“That was your doing, Elmer; why, if you’d looked ahead, and seen
just such an occasion as this, you couldn’t have fixed things
better. But won’t Wee Willie be eating himself up with curiosity,
though? He’ll wonder what under the sun it all means.”

“I expect to find a chance to tell him what’s in the wind, Amos; in
fact it’s more than likely he’ll make such an opening himself, so as
to be in the swim with us.”

“There, he’s watching us again, Elmer; just as if he suspected we
might be talking about him by ourselves off here.”

Elmer laughed, and went on to act as if detailing some choice bit of
gossip concerning one of their home pals in Chester. Amos, stirred
to action by the necessities of the case, also managed to look as if
tickled over something, although merriment came hard with a fellow
who for years now had been carrying such a load of anxiety and
boyish sorrow on his shoulders, all connected with the episode of
his father’s vanishing, and the constant sad face of his mother.

Elmer did not believe in hurrying things. He knew that many a
promising plan of campaign has been ruined simply through an
application of too much haste. The night was long; indeed, it would
likely seem interminable to the three lads who found themselves face
to face with such an unpleasant experience. So he would wait
patiently; possibly luck might favor them, and the unwelcome visitor
announce his intention of leaving, a happening that would make the
carrying out of his cleverly arranged plan unnecessary.

The minutes dragged past.

“I saw him yawn right then, Elmer; he’s getting sleepy, I should
say; which looks like he meant to stick by us to-night,” Amos
whispered, after another quarter of an hour had crept by.

The talkative “doctor” must have tired himself out, or else his mood
changed, for he had about quit speaking to Wee Willie. In fact, the
latter was also beginning to display unmistakable signs of being
ready to turn in, the heat of the crackling fire doubtless causing
his eyes to grow heavy.

Elmer decided that the time was at hand for him to do something.
Once their unwelcome guest lay down and went to sleep it would be
too late.

First of all, he was watching to get the eye of the tall chum. Wee
Willie on his part was suddenly surprised, and electrified as well,
to see Elmer make a little movement with his hand which he easily
understood to mean: “Don’t open your mouth to say a thing when you
hear me make a statement; you’ll know all about it later on!”

Elmer repeated it so as to make sure the other understood, and when
he saw Wee Willie make a similar movement he felt that matters were
settled.

With that Elmer called out to the visitor:

“Of course you mean to bunk with us to-night, Doctor? Sorry we
haven’t anything to offer you in the way of food, but we came away
from our camp in a big hurry, anxious about our missing chum, and
failed to fetch grub along. But after the storm, with the woods all
soaked with water, I guess a fire feels too good to leave; how about
that, Doctor?”

Elmer wisely made out to use that designation whenever possible; he
fancied it might please the other, and allay any suspicion he might
have been entertaining toward the speaker. Those wonderfully keen
eyes seemed almost to pierce Elmer, as the other surveyed him
closely.

“Thank you, that’s very kind,” he remarked, smoothly; “and I think I
shall accept the invitation in the same spirit it is given. Yes,
this fire does warm one up, after such a soaking; and it would be
foolish for me to leave such good company.”

“There’s another reason why you ought to stay with us, Doctor,”
continued Elmer, looking so innocent that Amos made up his mind the
other was built for a clever actor.

“Indeed, what might that be, I’d like to know?” said the other, with
a vein of sudden alarm in his voice.

“Why, the chances are we’ll be joined by two good friends of yours
between now and sunrise,” continued the boy. “I mean Collins and
Andrews, those fine fellows you brought with you from the asylum,
when you came in search of that cunning Felix Gould!”

The man was silent for a full minute. He seemed to be pondering over
something, for he frowned, and then forced himself to look pleasant.

“That is rare good news you are giving me, my young friend!” he
burst out, though had he chanced just then to have turned his head
and looked at Wee Willie, to note the expression of blank
bewilderment to be seen on his freckled face, he might have felt
less confidence. “What makes you think there will be a reunion of
forces to-night? Collins and Andrews are great cronies of mine, whom
I shall, of course, be delighted to meet again.”

“Why, they said they meant to put in the day searching the woods up
here; and something seems to tell me they’ll surely drop in.”

“It is very kind of you to tell me such delightful news,” the other
replied. “Yes, I’ll cuddle down here by your fire, and snatch a
little sleep, of which I am in great need; though food is something
I’d like to see before me as well.”

They all lay down as if to sleep, but it was a very alert group
indeed, stretched out there, including the “doctor.”



                            CHAPTER XIX

                        THE LONG, LONG NIGHT


“What does it all mean, Elmer?”

Wee Willie whispered this as he managed to roll over close to the
other. It had been just what Elmer was counting on, ever since the
tall chum threw himself down as if carelessly; but nevertheless
picking out a spot where he could manage to get in contact with his
leader.

“Sh! keep your voice down lower still; he must have the ears of a
rabbit—all these crazy people have!” Elmer told him, cautiously.

“Wow! do you mean that?” gasped the other, plainly staggered by what
he had just heard.

“Listen, and I’ll tell you about it.”

It took Elmer only a brief time to do this, for he chose his words,
and made sure not to add unnecessary details, leaving something to
the lively imagination of the other.

So Wee Willie had the scales removed from his eyes. He understood
now how the glib tongue of the cunning escaped lunatic had somehow
dulled his wits, and lulled his suspicions to sleep.

“Gee! so he’s that dangerous Gould chap, is he?” he murmured, as
though it might be difficult for him to grasp this amazing truth.
“He sure had me all balled up by his talk. My cousin out west’d say
I’d been locoed, and I reckon it looks that way. But ought we go to
sleep like innocent babes in the woods, with such a live wire in
camp, and he a luny?”

“I don’t mean to,” Elmer assured him. “Some one ought to keep awake
so as to watch him, and I guess I’m IT in this case. Already Amos is
drowsy, even if he does know about the danger hanging over our
heads; and I’ve an idea you’d let yourself doze if put on guard.”

“Huh! try me, that’s all, Elmer,” whispered the other, a bit
indignantly.

“You can do as you feel like,” he was told; “but as for me I expect
to stay awake. And if he’s watching us right now perhaps we’d better
break away, or he’ll be thinking there’s something up.”

Amos tried very hard to keep his heavy eyes from closing. Time and
again he would nod and nod, and then with a start rub his knuckles
into his eyes; but presently the whole performance was renewed,
until finally he simply slipped over, and remained motionless on the
ground.

Elmer looked at him with considerable compassion.

“Poor chap,” he was saying, under his breath, “he’s had little sleep
since we got up here, what with worrying about that wandering dad of
his!”

The camp was very quiet, save for now and then the snapping of the
flames as they ate their way into the log Elmer had piled on the
fire. Wee Willie had also tried to keep awake, and for a time seemed
to be successful; but in the end Elmer had reason to believe that
he, too, was fast succumbing to the sway of the slumber king, for he
nodded violently, and could hardly keep his head off his chest.

It must have been well on to midnight when Elmer noticed the first
move on the part of the “doctor.” The man was sitting up and
observing them with a steady gaze. Undoubtedly he was trying to
discover whether any one of his companions could be awake and in a
position to notice what he did.

Elmer held his breath, but did not move. He had so fixed matters
that he could see all that went on, though a crooked elbow shielded
his face from the betraying firelight.

Wee Willie breathed hard. He was fast asleep at last, despite his
positive assertion that nothing could tempt him to lose himself.

Now the man had started to get to his hands and knees. Elmer
wondered what he meant to do, and the possibility of rank treachery,
such as crazy persons are likely to display on the least occasion,
filled him with dismay. He felt a queer thrill pass through his
frame as the man arose stealthily.

Another minute would tell the tale, Elmer realized. Should the
insane man start to approach their side of the now half-dying fire
it was his intention to arouse his two companions with a shout, and
spring to his own feet.

Earlier in the evening Elmer, looking ahead to possibilities, had
managed to drop several billets of wood close to the spot where he
and his mates expected to lie. These would come in handy as clubs in
case there were actual hostilities, which he fervently hoped might
not prove to be the case.

He afterwards declared that it seemed to him his heart jumped up in
his throat when he saw the man actually take one step toward them.
Fortunately Elmer controlled his feelings, and made no move to
betray the fact that he was awake.

Relief swept over him upon discovering that the other had changed
his mind, if he really intended doing anything serious; for once
more he turned and crept away.

Elmer watched his receding figure as long as he could make it out.
Then it became merged in the dim moonlight, and their unwelcome
guest had gone!

Wee Willie, sound asleep, felt something grip him. He instantly
started to sit up, though only half awake as yet.

“W-what’s doing?” he muttered, unable to grasp the situation.

“I only thought you’d like to know he’s gone,” said Elmer, quietly.

The other was by now fully aroused and seemed to understand what was
meant.

“You mean Fe—er, the Doctor, do you, Elmer?” he demanded.

“No other,” he was told.

Wee Willie stared across to where he had last seen the recumbent
figure of their unwelcome guest.

“Glad to hear the news, that’s right; when did he slip away?” he
asked.

“Oh! about ten minutes or so back,” he was informed. “I waited to
make sure of it before I waked you.”

Amos sat up just then.

“What’s this I heard you say, Elmer; that he’d quit us?” he demanded
eagerly.

So Elmer had to tell the story of his seeing the insane man get to
his feet, and how at one time he even feared the other meant to
creep toward them, which would have surely spelled trouble for
everybody.

“But I’m glad to say he changed his mind,” he concluded, “and went
away peacefully; so I reckon there’ll be no need of these bully
clubs I managed to get together for use in case of a racket.”

“Gee! what a high old time we’d have had, if the fight came off,”
speculated the lanky one, with half a chuckle. “Some of us might
have had welts all over our bodies that’d spoil our whole outing.
Yes, I’m glad myself it didn’t happen that way. I don’t mind a class
rush, or a football tackle, but excuse me from battling with a crazy
man.”

“Well, I’m shaking hands with myself over the narrow escape,” Amos
observed, “and Elmer, I want to say right now that dodge of yours
worked like magic. He concluded he didn’t care much to stay over,
and meet up with his warm friends Collins and Andrews from the State
Asylum; in which I should say he showed a whole lot of wisdom; for
they’d have simply declined to let him wander off again.”

“But say, I’m a whole lot sorry about one thing,” remarked Wee
Willie.

“Tell us about it then,” urged Elmer.

“Think of the poor chap going without a single bite for perhaps days
and days, ever since he broke out of the institution, mebbe,”
continued the tall chum, shaking his head sympathetically. “He said
it was a whole day, but I’ve got a sneaking notion it might have
been a heap longer’n that. If we’d had our grub with us I’d
certainly have cooked him a bouncing meal. He’s human, even if
deranged, poor old chap!”

From which it can be seen that Perk was not the only member of the
Camp Fire Boys’ Club who had a tender heart, and was able to feel
for any one in distress, especially when hungry. Such a dreadful
condition was calculated to appeal to a boy more than anything else
on the calendar.

“Well, what’s next on the program?” asked Amos, yawning again.

“I’d say sleep would be the most acceptable to some fellows,”
laughed Elmer.

“But would it be safe, do you think, with that crazy man hanging
around?” Wee Willie put out at a hazard. “They’re all mighty sly,
remember; and when he made out to walk away mebbe it was all a big
bluff. He might be meaning to creep back here like a red Injun, and
take us by surprise.”

“Then we hadn’t better all sleep at once,” suggested Amos, aroused
once more by this dismal prophecy on the part of the other. “Now
since I’ve had a few winks myself it seems only right I should take
the first watch.”

“What time do you reckon it is, near daylight?” queried Wee Willie;
but on putting it to a test by means of the little nickel watch, it
was learned that the night had by no means advanced that far; in
fact it was just twelve.

“Which means we’ve got about five more hours before the peep of
dawn,” Elmer was saying. “Now let’s make ourselves comfortable
again, and every one try to keep awake; but there must be no
talking, remember.”

Elmer knew what the result would be, but he expected to keep on the
alert himself every minute of the time, and saw no reason for the
others doing likewise. And the result justified his confidence, for
first Amos fell off, and later on even Wee Willie’s nods as before
became more frequent, until finally his head lay on his breast.

Carefully Elmer managed to ease the strained position of the tall
chum, so that in the end Wee Willie was stretched out alongside
Amos, and both of them sleeping just as soundly as though snugly
tucked in their own beds at home.

It was a long, long night to Elmer.

Only his masterful will kept him awake through those dragging hours.
He heard the screech-owl whimpering to his mate; listened to the
barking of a red fox somewhere in the brush near by; knew when a
’coon scampered out of the way as the fire, replenished with another
log while all of the boys were awake, snapped sharply, and threw out
a sudden red glow.

Yes, it must have been one of the longest nights in all Elmer’s
experience, but when the first faint streaks of daylight began to
appear through the trees lying toward the east he felt satisfied
that he had not broken his word given to himself that he must not
once waver in his self-appointed task.

The insane man had not returned, but then there had been no
certainty concerning this. No one could tell what a mind diseased
might conjure up; and while they had treated Felix Gould in a
friendly spirit he might not be able to appreciate this, and even
look upon them with suspicion, as intending to hand him over to
those who searched the tall timber for an escaped lunatic.

And so when daylight came on Elmer, poor tired fellow, felt glad.



                             CHAPTER XX

                       ONCE MORE ON THE TRAIL


At least the signs all pointed to its being a fine day. Elmer was
glad of that, for they expected to have their hands full finding
Perk; and a continuation of the storm of the preceding night must
have broken up their plans more or less, besides proving
uncomfortable.

He was in no hurry to arouse the others.

“Let them sleep,” he said to himself, with a whimsical look on his
own rather peaked face; “they need it, poor chaps; and neither of
them is as used to doing without as I’ve schooled myself to be.”

So he moved about just as softly as possible while replenishing the
fire; and it was really the flames snapping that finally aroused Wee
Willie. He sat upright, and still rubbing one eye stared rather
sheepishly at Elmer.

“Huh! a fine sentry I’d make, I guess, to sleep on my post,” he
mumbled scornfully. “For five cents I’d ask some one to give me
sixteen good kicks.”

“Oh! that’s far too much hard cash,” chuckled Elmer; “lots of
fellows would be glad to do it for nothing, Wee Willie. But let’s
forget our troubles now the morning’s come, and our unwelcome guest
hasn’t returned.”

“Yes, one trouble seems to have skipped out; but there are others
still,” complained the tall chum. “First there’s Perk missing, and
nobody knows which way to look for him, now the trail’s all washed
out. Then the second thing that makes me sad is the lack of
breakfast.”

He put both hands on his stomach, and grunted dismally.

“I guess it hasn’t happened but a few times in all my whole life,”
he went on to confess, “that Wee Willie has been forced to go hungry
in the morning; and I want to tell you right now it’s little short
of a calamity in my estimation. Why, I’ll be shaky all day long; you
can’t expect to keep the furnace agoing without stoking once so
often.”

“But how about that cake of chocolate each of us took along, so as
to stave off starvation?” asked Elmer, maliciously.

His chum made a wry face.

“Well, you see chocolate may be all very fine in its place; but it
never can make me forget how much I love coffee, bacon and eggs,
with flapjacks to wind up the meal on. Now don’t think I’m scorning
chocolate, because it isn’t so; I’ll eat every scrap of my cake, and
be glad to have it; but oh! what an empty void there’ll be after I’m
done.”

Amos must have heard them talking, for he now sat up and wanted to
know who had mentioned coffee.

“Thought I whiffed it brewing, for a fact,” he sniffed, making a wry
face, “but it was all imagination. Think of starting a whole long
day on a silly piece of chocolate; but if the rest of you can stand
it I’m not going to kick.”

“That’s sensible of you, Amos,” laughed Elmer; “though kicking
wouldn’t be apt to help matters any, it strikes me. Let’s sit around
and talk of our late visitor.”

“Yes, we’d like to hear more details about how he went away,” urged
the lengthy chum, as he clawed in a pocket for the square of hard
chocolate, which upon being produced he started to gnaw at eagerly
as if the mere thought of having no breakfast in prospect made him
simply ferocious for something upon which to “fill up.”

Elmer told all he knew as they sat there, waiting for the sun to
appear and warm the chilly early morning air, before thinking of
making a start.

“Well, I’m glad for one,” ventured Amos, “he decided to take French
leave, and it was all owing to your fine trick, Elmer, in making him
believe those two asylum guards were around here, and apt to drop in
on us any old time. Only for that he might be sticking to us as
tight as any old plaster; or the Old Man of the Sea who fastened
himself to the back of Sindbad the Sailor, you may remember, and
refused to dismount.”

They were not long in making way with their scant allowance of
chocolate. Elmer knew that it would be of considerable benefit in
allaying the pangs of hunger; but Wee Willie could not forgive
himself for not fetching a supply of “real stuff” along.

“Shucks! we might have known we’d be out all night, and want
breakfast after a hard day’s work, and a night in the open, without
even our blankets to make things seem half-way cozy. Catch me doing
such a silly trick again—if I do I’ll eat my hat, believe me.”

“The Camp Fire Boys never make the same mistake twice running,”
boasted Amos, and then in a lower voice adding: “though they do have
a way of finding out fresh ways for doing the wrong things.”

“They’re only human, and you know what is said about it being the
common lot of man to err,” Elmer told him. “But if we make it a
practice to learn something every time we find we’ve figured wrong,
well soon be all puffed up with knowledge.”

So they chatted, often in a joking vein, as boys sometimes will on
whose shoulders troubles fall even as lightly as water on a duck’s
back.

“About time we thought of starting out, isn’t it?” asked Amos,
showing a return of his eagerness, the others could easily guess
why, knowing what they did about his intense interest in the tramp
whom their coming had disturbed when in possession of the cabin at
the Bend.

“Yes, for now the sun is up, and by degrees the woods will dry out,”
Elmer decided. “After such a drenching rain we’ll find every little
creek full to the banks, though they’ll soon lower again, I reckon.”

“What about my tuning up, and giving Perk the merry ha! ha?”
demanded Wee Willie, who apparently must feel in good voice.

“Whenever you please,” Elmer told him; “we’ll try not to be
frightened at the racket, knowing it’s only you.”

Wee Willie looked queerly at him, and then went on to say half
humorously:

“Huh! don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not. Makes
me think of that fable of old Æsop about the lion and the donkey
going hunting in company, and coming to a cave where a flock of
goats had taken refuge. You see, it was arranged that the donkey
should go inside, and frighten the game out; while the lion would
lie in wait, and kill the goats as they appeared. Well, Jack went in
and began to hee-haw, and carry on something fierce; the goats came
rushing out, and the lion got his dinner all right. After everything
was over the proud donkey appeared, and asked his partner what he
thought of his performance. ‘Did I do my part well?’ he wanted to
know. ‘Elegantly,’ the lion told him; ‘you made the greatest noise I
ever heard; and in fact I myself might have been frightened if I
hadn’t known that you were only a donkey!’”

Of course both Amos and Elmer laughed, and Wee Willie, too, joined
in, for he was one of that kind of fellows who are capable of
appreciating a joke, even at his own expense.

Elmer showed his careful woodcraft training by making sure that
every ember of the fire was utterly extinguished before quitting the
scene of their night’s camp. He knew full well about the danger that
always lurks in a fire left smouldering by those breaking camp; for
later on perhaps a violent wind might arise that would carry the red
embers into some patch of dead leaves, and thus result in a serious
conflagration. Tens of thousands of acres of most valuable woodland
have been annually destroyed just through such criminal
carelessness. If hunters and campers would only exercise the proper
amount of care, most of these forest fires might be avoided, and
beautiful timber tracts remain intact, to delight the eyes of those
who sought their solitudes for rest and recreation during vacation
times.

At last they got started.

Every little while Wee Willie would throw back his head and awaken
the echoes with a really stentorian whoop, such as might well have
made an Indian brave look envious. They always listened afterwards
with a degree of eagerness, in hopes of catching some return call;
but time after time it went with only a mocking crow winging its
flight overhead uttering a derisive “caw”; or else a blue jay
scolding the invaders of its woods haunt.

Elmer tried to figure out about what course Perk was most apt to
take. In so doing he had their recent experience to guide him; for
he easily remembered how the lost boy kept unconsciously edging
toward the _left_, as wanderers most generally do.

“I notice you keep on the watch all the while, Elmer,” said Amos;
“while Wee Willie and myself use our eyes to scan the woods on every
side, hoping to discover a sign of a moving form, or maybe a
handkerchief waving at us from some far-away tree on a rise, you
scan the ground. Do you expect to run across his trail again, where
he started in after the rain was over?”

“I can’t say I expect that, Amos,” he was told, quietly; “but it’s
always possible, you know. Perk must be somewhere within five miles
of us right now, if only we could get in touch with him.”

“It would certainly be a grand good thing if we did raise his track
once more,” Wee Willie attested; “we’d keep on like so many wolves
chasing their quarry, until we ran him down. But, Elmer, I hope we
won’t have any difficulty about making our way back to camp after we
pick Perk up?”

There was a tiny vein of anxiety in the tall chum’s query; in fact,
Wee Willie was speculating at the time whether he could contrive to
live through the day with just that small cake of chocolate to
sustain his sinking energies. Already he began to claw at any
berries he chanced to see close to his hand in passing, as though
the red Antwerps might help him ward off the dreadful feeling of
distress that came with “Nature abhorring a vacuum.”

“I’ve got my bearing well in hand,” he was calmly assured. “Just as
soon as we find our chum you’ll see me head around, and I warrant I
can take you in a bee-line to our jolly old cabin.”

“That’s the right name to give it, Elmer,” agreed Wee Willie,
contritely. “At first it looked so forlorn and disreputable that any
style seemed to fit the outfit; and I guess I tacked on a lot of
sarcastic names such as ‘old,’ ‘shack,’ ‘shanty,’ and the like. But,
say, right now I beg pardon; that same cabin holds the wherewithal
that links my body to this earth, all our stock of delicious food,
and for that reason if nothing else, it’s going to be the ‘dear old
cabin’ to me from this time on.”

Elmer came to a sudden stop, and held up his hand.

“Listen!” he said abruptly.



                            CHAPTER XXI

                        “TOOT—TOOT—T-O-OOT!”


Hardly had half a minute silently passed when a thrill shot through
each figure. No cawing crow could make that peculiar sound; no
red-headed woodpecker tapping at the rotten limb of a tree utter a
scream of similar import.

Elmer did not, like some boys would have done, immediately whirl
triumphantly on his mates, and say impressively: “What did I tell
you?” On the contrary he looked very happy as he simply said: “Sound
familiar, boys?”

“It’s Perk, all right!” snapped Amos, joyously.

“Yes,” added Wee Willie in a tone of absolute relief, as though a
tremendous weight had dropped from his narrow shoulders, “that’s the
gay toot of the old tin fox-and-geese horn Perk always makes a habit
of carrying around with him.”

“I agree with you, boys,” said Elmer simply, as he once again
started to “lead the pack.”

All of them became quite merry from that moment on. It was as though
the expectation of having their long quest rewarded by the discovery
of the lost chum filled them with supreme happiness.

Naturally the first thing that sprang from this condition of affairs
was a revival of reminiscences connected with that self-same tin
horn of Perk’s, now destined to have new glory placed to its credit.

“I remember how Perk always carries that old horn along with him
everywhere,” said Wee Willie, with a laugh. “Why, last winter when
we went in sleighs to country barn-dances, on the way home at
midnight, with the moon right overhead, and every fellow trying to
get ahead in the mad race back, above the calls of the boys, and the
laughing and shrieks of the girls when there was an upset, you could
always hear that old horn tooting like mad. Perk just couldn’t be
happy without it. They say he takes it to bed with him; and one
night frightened his folks half to death by sending out horrible
squawks while in his sleep.”

That caused all of them to laugh again, for they were feeling
decidedly merry by now. Impending success always begets such a
condition with boys, who only see the present, or the immediate
future, and do not worry as to what Time may have in store for them.

“There was another story told about Perk and his horn that I
remember,” mused Amos. “Sounds almost too rotten silly to be true,
and I kind of half suspect some fellow manufactured it. But they say
that last Fall, in the thrilling football game between Chester High
and that strong eleven coming up from Bellwood when luck allowed our
chum, playing with Chester, to kick the deciding goal, while the
crowd yelled like mad, his old horn was heard above all the din; and
they do say he had it with him all along, concealed somewhere; but
everybody laughs when they tell you that yarn, so I reckon it’s all
made up out of whole cloth.”

“Give him another whoop, W. W.!” said Elmer.

Gladly did the tall chum avail himself of the privilege, and this
time they felt a full confidence while listening for a response.

“There, that’s the boy, all right!” cried Wee Willie. “We ought to
congratulate each other on the success of our search, because the
game is winding up.”

“So is Perk, it seems,” chuckled Amos, in amusement, as other weird
blasts came to their ears, all from the same quarter.

Elmer changed his course just a trifle. It was like a mariner after
a storm adjusting his compass once more, now sure of his points,
after being able to take a reckoning during a burst of sunlight.

How different everything looked under the new order of things! No
one longer thought the woods gloomy, or filled with unknown perils;
the cheery sunlight breaking through the opening overhead seemed to
cast a halo over the aisles of the tall timber, making them look
like fairyland itself, such is the effect of impending victory on
the human mind.

“I wonder if the poor fellow is nearly half starved at that?” Wee
Willie was saying, as he trudged ahead; for no one could think of a
single thing that did not have some bearing on Perk.

Amos was seen to tap his pocket suggestively, as though wishing to
make assurance doubly certain before speaking.

“Well, I’ve kept his square of that fine chocolate carefully, and
it’ll be pretty refreshing, I reckon. You all know that Perk is
wildly fond of the stuff, and eats it by the yard, week in and week
out. They say that’s one reason of his being so fat.”

“Aw! they’re only joshing you, Amos,” chortled Wee Willie. “He comes
by that just naturally, you see. When Nature shapes a boy to be as
round as a rain barrel it doesn’t matter one whit what he eats, or
how much, he’s bound to keep on filling out. Just the same way if a
fellow’s going to be thin and scrawny, like me, f’r instance, you
c’n stuff and stuff him with every sort of fattening food; and, say,
he keeps on growing skinnier all the while. I’ve been through that
thing, and there’s absolutely nothing in it. I eat because I like my
food, and not just to try to pick up a pound or two of flesh.”

Elmer laughed as if amused. He knew Wee Willie’s principles of old,
and doubtless also fancied there was considerable of good hard
common-sense in what he had just said.

By now the blare of the fish horn was quite loud, as from time to
time it continued to well forth. Wee Willie occasionally sent out an
answering yell, just to reassure Perk.

“It’s going to make our work lighter if he keeps on tooting away,”
was his explanation for this periodical outburst. “If all of a
sudden he let up, why, we might have some trouble in actually
locating Perk; because, you see the woods are growing mighty dense
around here. Such monster trees, too; I don’t believe I’ve seen
their equal anywhere about Chester. Why, you’d nearly think you were
out among those monster redwoods of California.”

“There’s one that’s hollow,” observed Amos, pointing; “and what a
fine old refuge the big cavity would be in a snow-squall, for it
faces the south. A hunter caught in a big fall of snow could even
have a little fire going to keep warm by, if he took care not to
burn his house down in the bargain.”

“There’s one that must have been struck by a bolt last night,”
suddenly observed Elmer, with a touch of awe in his voice; for the
wreck of the great forest monarch was supreme, branches and
splintered wood covering all the immediate neighborhood.

“I’m glad Perk didn’t forget what he’s been told about such things,
and seek shelter in a hollow tree while a thunder storm was raging,”
Amos continued. “A poor chap wouldn’t know what hurt him, if he had
been in that tree, or even hiding under its sheltering branches,
when the bolt fell.”

Elmer turned a trifle more to the left. That last toot gave him his
clue, and he felt certain now that even though they should catch no
further signals from Perk’s fish-horn he could pilot the expedition
straight to the spot where the missing chum was awaiting their
coming.

“Why, he’s right close by,” said Wee Willie.

“Given ten minutes more, and well be shaking his hand,” affirmed the
guide, positively.

“Good old Perk!” Wee Willie could be heard saying over and over,
while his freckled face fairly beamed with satisfaction.

It spoke well for the sunny disposition of the rotund comrade when
his mates displayed such enthusiasm over the prospect of once again
coming in personal contact with him. And it must be remembered that
the separation was only a matter of less than twenty hours; whereas
from the wild ebullition of their feelings one might fancy Perk had
been gone for ages and ages.

Perhaps in times past the queer sound of that battered horn which
was Perk’s especial delight may have jarred on the nerves of Wee
Willie, for it certainly produced what might be called a discordant
series of notes; but just now he reckoned them the sweetest chords
he had ever known; which only goes to prove the truth of that old
saying to the effect that “circumstances alter cases.”

Suddenly there was a startling movement, and some object broke from
the heavy brush to one side of them, dashing away with great speed;
while the trio of boys stood there as if rooted to the spot.



                            CHAPTER XXII

                       NOT SO SLOW, AFTER ALL


“Hello! hello! Perk!” called the long-legged chum.

“Hi! there, Wee Willie! you’ve been an awful long time coming!” said
a voice so close by that it thrilled them through and through.

They instinctively started on a gallop, broke past a screen of
bushes that lay in a little opening of the timber, and there saw
Perk, standing with outstretched hand, and a wide grin ornamenting
his glowing face.

Elmer actually threw his arms about the boy, he was so wildly glad
to see him once more safe and sound; Wee Willie, too, did not seem
ashamed to follow suit; while Amos less familiar, seemed satisfied
to pounce upon one of Perk’s chubby hands, which he started working
up and down as methodically as though he had been a milkman, as the
tall chum said, and was schooled in the method of adding to the
daily output of the herd by means of the barn pump.

Perk was laughing, even while his eyes showed plain signs of being
humid, so great was his emotion.

“Say, don’t squeeze me into a jelly, boys, please!” he breathlessly
protested, in mock seriousness. “Why, you’d think I was the Prodigal
Son come home to Dad’s house to help eat the fatted calf. And
speaking of _eating_, oh! have any of you got a crumb, or something
to stay the awful feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach?”

Amos thereupon dragged out the square of chocolate, possibly
mentally lamenting that he had been so greedy as to devour every
scrap of his own cake. Upon this fat Perk descended like a hawk,
though the others were more or less surprised to see him
scrupulously divide it in exact halves before consenting to put a
particle of it in his mouth.

“Yum! yum! that _does_ go to the spot!” he hastened to mumble,
rubbing his paunch with evident gratification; while the look in his
eyes as much as said: “The only bad thing about is the limited
supply.”

“How did you put in the time while that storm was booming, we all
want to know, Perk?” Wee Willie was now saying.

At that the other grinned happily.

“Oh! I’ve had a wonderful time, all told, fellows,” he announced.
“Since I left camp I’ve been through a heap of adventures, believe
me. No use harping on a disagreeable subject, so you’ll just have to
imagine how I got twisted up in my bearings, and finally had to
admit that I was once more in the same old fix,—actually and truly
lost.

“Then the storm caught me while I was sitting beside a little fire
I’d managed to make, for these days you know I always keep a supply
of matches on hand for just such emergencies. Well, it put my fire
out in short order, and there I was, getting soaked to the skin, and
picking my way along through the black woods, not knowing when I
might run slap against a hungry wild cat, or else that bear we saw
up in the tree.

“After I got so wet it didn’t matter, I just kept moving about till
the storm let up. Then feeling chilly I began trying out the
setting-up exercises that they use in the army, which soon made me
comfy again.”

“No use talking, you are improving, Perk,” said Wee Willie,
admiringly.

“Oh! I’m getting there, by degrees,” the other told him, with a
queer look on his face that even Elmer could not understand; Perk
seemed to be cherishing a secret of some sort, which he was loath to
impart until he had piqued their curiosity to the utmost; that was
all Elmer could settle in his mind.

“But you’re fairly dry right now, seems like,” said Amos; “how did
you manage to do that, Perk, if it’s a fair question?”

“Fire, again,” chuckled the other; “nothing like it to dry you out;
only it did make me feel homesick to see those flames playing so
merrily, and me without a single scrap of grub to keep up my
strength—that was really the worst part of the whole business,
boys.”

“But with everything so soaking wet around, how did you manage to
get a fire started?” demanded Wee Willie, incredulously.

“Huh! needn’t think you’ve got a foreclosure on all the woodcraft
knowledge that’s lying around loose, Wee Willie,” snorted the fat
chum, grimly. “Say, I’ve been taking lessons, and experimenting in
some of the ways you have for making a fire. I haven’t so far been
able to bring a blaze by means of a twirling stick with a bow to
turn it; but shucks! it isn’t any great punkins to knock some dry
wood out of an old log, and start it to going, if you’ve only got
plenty of matches along; which was what I did!”

Wee Willie whistled, to indicate his surprise. Really it was next
door to thrilling to know how the once dull Perk seemed to be
picking up points in woodcraft; even though he did persist in still
getting lost periodically.

“You’re sure a comer, Perk!” declared the tall chum. “Mebbe I’ll be
glad to sit at your feet and soak in wisdom one of these days.”

“No blarney or soft soap, please, fellows,” continued the other,
suspecting that they were only “joshing” him. “I hope I am
improving, that’s all; and that some day I’ll even learn how to find
my way back to camp on a bee-line. But whew! it was something fierce
when that bolt shivered one of the big trees not so far away. I
thought for sure my time had come, it sort of knocked me over, you
see.”

“We had something of the same experience,” Elmer told him; “and can
understand how uneasy you must have felt.”

“Only,” added Amos, quickly, “Elmer managed to pilot us to where
there was a fine shelf of rock, under which we crept, so as to get
out of the downpour. We didn’t dare stay under a tree, with all that
lightning bursting around us.”

“I knew that too,” Perk hastened to explain, “and so I passed by a
splendid hiding place in a hollow oak. It looked mighty tempting,
though, when I first discovered it by a flash of lightning; and I
had to take a grip on myself to keep from giving in.”

“You certainly deserve a heap of credit, Perk; we’re proud of you,”
he was told by Elmer, which praise made the fat boy’s blue eyes
gleam with supreme happiness; Perk evidently considered it the
highest possible honor to be complimented by the one to whom he was
accustomed to look as a leader.

“Of course, I tumbled around a good bit while making my way along in
the dark,” the other frankly continued; “and I’m scratched up
something fierce; but it’s all in the game, and you won’t hear me
squealing any, boys. I’m only thankful it’s finished as well as it
has; and mebbe I’ve picked up a few points for taking care of myself
in the wilds. Anyhow I c’n make a fire, no matter how wet everything
is around; and say, that’s something worth while—for Perk!”

Again and again did he look particularly at Amos, Elmer could not
help noticing; and he found himself wondering why the new chum
should engage so much of Perk’s attention. There was also something
most mysterious in the way he kept grinning; Elmer knew Perk in and
out, and could not understand what the other had concealed “up his
sleeve.” Usually frankness itself, Perk must be practicing a new
role to act in this fashion, Elmer concluded. He would certainly
bear watching, for he acted as though hardly able to keep from
springing some surprise on them.

“But you fellows are as dry as a bone!” Perk now exclaimed, as he
put his hand caressingly on Elmer’s sleeve; “so I reckon you either
didn’t get wet in the storm, or else have dried off since before a
jolly blaze.”

“Oh! we had a fire, all right,” mentioned Wee Willie, “and got dry
in almost no time. The blaze had a result, though, we didn’t figure
on.”

“What was that?” demanded the other curiously, again grinning
mysteriously.

“Oh! it was seen by some one, and we found we had an uninvited
guest,” explained Wee Willie.

“Huh! you don’t tell me; now that’s some queer!” exploded Perk,
round-eyed by this time. “Who was your visitor, Wee Willie?”

“A dapper-looking chap who told us he was Doctor Hitchens, from over
at the State Asylum for the Insane,” said the tall chum. “He was a
wonderful talker, you must know, and fairly got me under his spell.
But fortunately Elmer here sized him up at his true worth. Whom do
you think he turned out to be, Perk?”

“Not—the—tramp?” gasped the other, incredulously.

“Shucks! no,” retorted Wee Willie, disdainfully; “who but that
cunning Felix Gould, the chap you may remember those uniformed
guards were looking for when they knocked at our cabin door the
other night.”

Perk was seemingly much impressed by this startling information.

“Gee whiz! tell me all about it, Wee Willie,” he hastened to cry.
“How did Elmer know; what happened later on; and how did you manage
to get rid of the crazy man without having trouble?”

This was just the opening wedge for Wee Willie. He took the center
of the stage and proceeded to spin the whole exciting yarn; while
Perk stood there, his face expressing alternate awe and then
amusement. Several times when so far as Elmer could see there was no
occasion for such a thing he seemed to be overwhelmed with a wild
desire to laugh; which would end in a coughing fit, during which Wee
Willie considerately “held up” his explanation.

“What can ail Perk?” Elmer was asking himself, unable to understand
such unusual actions on the part of the chum who in times past had
always been frankness itself. “He’s certainly keeping _something_
important back, meaning to give us all a surprise. I wonder what it
is. He’ll bear watching, I reckon, Perk will.”

By degrees the story was told, down to the point where Elmer woke
the other two up, to inform them his little trap had worked, and how
Felix had taken himself off, unwilling to wait until those
blue-coated guards from the big institution run by the State came
along to renew acquaintance with “Doctor Hitchens.”

“Well, you did have a thrilling experience for a fact,” Perk blurted
out in his customary breezy fashion, when Wee Willie finally
subsided. “I should say it was a lucky thing he skipped out, and
never tried to do you any harm. Ugh! I was always afraid of crazy
people; they make me feel cold through and through. So I’m mighty
glad he saw your blaze, and not my little fire. Fancy spending a
night alone in the woods with a wild man, watching to see when you
went to sleep, so he could mebbe throttle you!”

“It was an experience none of us is likely to forget, for a fact,”
Elmer candidly admitted; “but we came through it all safe and sound,
so we feel as if we had a lot to be thankful for.”

“Now,” remarked Perk, presently, “if a stranger came to my fire, and
wanted to be taken in, I’d give him the glad hand; but all the same
I’d ask him for his credentials. It isn’t safe to believe everybody
a friend in these parts, Wee Willie. You think you’ve got a story to
tell that’s going to make the fellows down Chester-way sit up and
take notice. Well, I can match you, understand!”

“W-w-what’s that, Perk?” stammered Wee Willie; while Elmer nodded
his head as much as to say: “it’s coming out now; go to it, Perk,
old chum!”

“Why,” said Perk, “you’re not the only pebble on the beach; because
I entertained a stranger at my fire last night, just the same as you
did!”



                           CHAPTER XXIII

                           WHAT PERK DID


The tall boy stared hard at Perk when he made that astonishing
announcement.

“What! did he drop in on you too?” he gasped, and then added
quickly: “but you just said you’d be wild if a crazy man came into
camp. Perk, whatever are you giving us? It isn’t like you to yarn.”

“Oh! let me tell you,” continued the other, softly, like one who
delighted in making hay while the sun shone; it wasn’t often Perk
had a chance to whet the curiosity of his chums, and evidently he
was bent on making the most of the present opportunity.

“Wish you would!” grumbled Wee Willie, looking unhappy because he
was unable to see through the maze that confronted him, and
understand just what that smirk on Perk’s round phiz meant.

“To go back,” remarked Perk, reminiscently, “I had managed to build
a bully fire, and was getting nicely dried out. That was along about
midnight, I should say. The storm was past, and since the lightning
had stopped except away off in the distance, I wasn’t afraid any
longer to occupy a hollow tree I’d marked down, and under which I
found my wood-pile.

“Well, there I was, beginning to feel that life wasn’t so tough a
thing after all, when I heard some one calling. Oh! yes, it made me
have a funny feeling I admit, because there I was away off by
myself, alone in the flooded woods, with the trees still dripping,
and the thunder growling in the distance.

“But I could tell that whoever it was trying to attract my attention
he must be in some pain; and so I made up my mind it was up to me to
start out and find him. That was the time, boys, I wished I had a
gun along with me; for I remembered about that crazy man, and it
didn’t make me at all happy either.

“I went out, after fixing my fire so I could easy enough get back,
if nothing grabbed me. He kept calling, and soon I came on him,
trying his best to limp along. You see, he’d gone and sprained his
ankle pretty badly, and couldn’t bear to put that foot on the
ground.

“That stirred me, I tell you, fellows. I tried to remember
everything I’d ever been told about sprains, and what was best to do
for them. Come to look and I found that it was a bad injury, with
his ankle a heap swollen; and, say, I bet you it hurt like
everything; all of which was especially bad for him, because, well
for a good reason.

“I made him lean on me, and step by step managed to get the poor
chap over to my fire, where I stowed him on some branches I’d gone
and gathered and dried out with the heat. Then I took off his shoe,
and bathed his ankle with cold water from a little creek that was
running bank-full close by.

“He said he felt a lot better afterwards, but kept groaning every
once in a while, I didn’t know just why, except that he knew he’d
probably not be able to walk decent for weeks again. That makes some
difference to a fellow, I happen to know, because I’ve had a
sprained ankle myself, and had to stay out of school for three whole
weeks, using a cane afterwards.”

“Huh! that _was_ a terrible time for you, Perk,” grunted Wee Willie,
“and ever so many fellows saying they envied you the chance. But
keep right along telling the details. Was he a dark-faced,
wiry-looking chap; and could he talk like a house afire?”

“Not my visitor, Wee Willie. I hope now you don’t think I
entertained that wild man, like you did?” Perk protested.

“Hardly possible,” said Elmer, “for he went away in the opposite
direction to this; and besides, couldn’t have been at our fire until
midnight, and then bobbed up away off here at the same time.”

“Just so,” continued Perk, sagaciously; and then went on to tell how
he had arranged things for the comfort of his caller.

Elmer already “smelled a rat.” He began to see which way the wind
was blowing, and could now understand why Perk had been casting so
many queer glances in the direction of Amos. There was a _reason_,
and a good one for this; and Elmer was now in a fair position to
read between the lines as it were.

“Now I know,” broke in Wee Willie after a bit, “why you broke that
cake of chocolate in two, and ate only half of it; you mean the rest
for this fellow you’ve taken under your wing, eh, Perk?”

The other nodded eagerly.

“I’m sure he must be nearly as hungry as I am,” he explained,
“though he said he wasn’t, and that he’d eaten a full supper last
night, which of course I didn’t. But it wouldn’t be fair for me to
swallow the whole cake, so I’m saving his share.”

“I believe you’d do the same for the worst scoundrel unhung, if he
happened to fall into your hands, like this chap with the sprained
ankle did,” Elmer boldly told him. “You’ve got a heart as big as a
bushel basket, Perk; and think of every one before yourself.”

“But how anybody could do different, I can’t for the life of me
see,” protested the other, simply.

By now Elmer believed he began to see light. Wee Willie, however,
proved denser, for he was still wrestling with the problem in his
mind, wondering who on earth it could be Perk had come upon so soon
after the storm, and whose injuries he had attended to as best he
knew how, with his limited knowledge of “first aid.”

Amos, too, was hanging on every word that was spoken. Apparently he
had also conceived some sort of plausible explanation for Perk’s
actions. When the latter found Amos so eagerly observing him, with
that hungry light in his eyes, he hastily turned his head away.
Elmer wondered why Perk did not seem to be embarrassed in any way,
so he must conclude that the other simply meant to enjoy their
bewilderment as long as he reasonably could, before lifting the
curtain and disclosing his secret to full view.

“It’s going to break right away,” Elmer told himself, confidently.
“He just can’t hug that much longer to himself. Besides, Perk never
could be cruel, even to an insect. Haven’t I seen him carefully step
over an ants’ nest many a time, when other boys would carelessly
trample it underfoot? And he’ll soon realize that in holding back
he’s causing some one to suffer.”

So Elmer did not raise a hand to hasten the disclosure, content to
let matters take their course. Wee Willie on his part now began to
scent some wonderful mystery.

“See here, Perk,” he broke in, with an assumption of severity;
“you’re trying to pull the wool over our eyes, for some reason or
other, I guess. Now quit your kidding, and show us. Where’s your
friend? Produce this man with the sprained ankle, won’t you, Perk?
We’d all like to make his acquaintance, don’t you know? Here’s Elmer
getting as impatient as anything, even if he doesn’t show it; and as
for Amos, why he can hardly wait for you to lift the lid. I’m in the
same box myself; so lead us to him, Perk!”

“He’s close by here, I want you to know,” explained the fat chum,
chuckling in his mysterious way. “Mebbe you’ll be surprised to meet
up with him. It might even be you’ll think I builded better than I
suspected when I answered that call for help, and ventured out to
find this poor chap.”

He was looking straight at Amos while saying this, though apparently
speaking to Wee Willie. Amos was as white as a sheet, and his limbs
seemed to be trembling under him, for some reason or other. There
was also a pleading look in his eyes that made Perk squirm, and feel
that he was displaying unnecessary cruelty in holding back as he
did.

“Please, oh! please take us to him right away, won’t you, Perk?”

“That’s just what I’m going to do, Amos,” he replied. “So come
along, all of you, and meet my friend, the man who doesn’t expect to
walk for a whole month, because it happens to be his only good foot
that’s knocked out of business, since he’s lame in the other!”

Saying which, he started the excited boys on a bee-line through the
woods.



                            CHAPTER XXIV

                     WHEN THE SUN BROKE THROUGH


“There!”

That was all Perk could say as he gripped Amos’s sleeve with a
convulsive hand, and pointed beyond. His heart seemed to be up in
his throat, threatening to choke him. But it was quite sufficient.

The man who had been reclining must have heard voices, for he was
already struggling to a sitting posture. Amos took one look. The
face was prematurely old, and just then wrinkled with physical pain;
but the eyes of love may not be deceived long. With a sobbing cry
Amos rushed forward.

“Father!” he cried in a choking voice, dropping beside the man, and
throwing both arms about his neck.

The other boys stood stock still. Not one of them but who felt
himself rendered dumb with the conflicting emotions that ran riot
through brain and heart. They saw the tramp push Amos back to look
hungrily into his eager face; and then despite the anguish it must
have caused him through that swollen ankle he almost fiercely
squeezed the other to him, while tears ran down his sunburned
cheeks.

The boys turned their faces away, feeling as though it might not be
exactly a delicate thing for them to witness the holy joy that
accompanied this meeting between their chum Amos and the father who
had gone away seven years ago under a cloud, and whose family had
believed him to be dead all this time, because he had failed to
communicate with them.

Presently Amos called to them to come and meet his father. He seemed
almost transformed, such was the happiness shown on his boyish face.
Elmer could not believe it was the same sober-looking Amos whom he
had come to know; the long-borne burden had been taken from the
young shoulders, and thrown aside, never again to bow him down
before his time.

So in turn they shook hands with Mr. Codling. He did not look so
very much like a homeless tramp, Elmer quickly decided. Indeed, now
that he forgot his suffering in the great peace and joy that had
come to him, he seemed a very decent-looking and intelligent man
indeed; and Elmer liked the kind expression he could see in the
returned wanderer’s eyes.

“First of all,” said Elmer, business clean through, “let’s have a
look at Perk’s work. It’s possible we may be able to better it;
though I reckon he’s done his level best.”

To this the injured man made no remonstrance. Indeed, he could
hardly tear his eyes from the face of Amos, who sat there beside him
all the time Elmer and Wee Willie went about their work.

“Tell me about your mother, boy,” the wanderer was saying,
feverishly. “How is Amanda; yes, and the little ones? Did she take
you to her aunt’s as she promised? And oh! I am shivering for fear
you may have bad news for me. I’ve stood a great deal, and tried to
believe my punishment was just; but I hope there is no break in the
family—that all are yet alive.”

“It’s all right, father,” Amos hastened to tell him. “And you’ll
never in the wide world know Kittie and Louise, yes, and Peter, the
baby you last saw. Why, just think of it, he’s eight now, going to
school, and mother says that every day he’s getting to be more like
you were when you first knew her.”

This affected Mr. Codling greatly, for his face worked convulsively,
though he also smiled through it all.

“Oh! if you only knew how I have suffered, son, all these years,” he
went on to say, “but I would not break my vow. They should never see
nor hear from me again unless I could wipe out the bitter past. But
I am grateful to know that while I wandered the country over, always
trying to rise above the level to which I had sunk, at least my dear
ones have not suffered from want.”

“Believe me, mother will go wild with joy to see you again,” Amos
told him.

The man, old beyond his years, looked pained at first.

“Do you think so, Amos?” he muttered, as though hardly daring to
believe such good news. “It will take a terrible load off my heart
when I am able to redeem the past, so far as a mere return of the
lost money can ever make amends.”

Amos laughed.

“Don’t let it worry you, father,” he hastened to say. “That was all
attended to long ago. Why, for more than six years now there hasn’t
been the slightest thing against you; and Mr. Hastings never let it
be known that he had lost a large sum of money through your fault.
So you see there has really been no publicity at all; in fact, these
good chums of mine are the only ones who know about it; and they’ve
promised never to let it go any further.”

“But—I’ve been expecting all this time that the money would be paid
over only through hard work on my part,” stammered Mr. Codling,
weakly; “and here, when I’m making my way back in the direction of
my old home, meaning to wipe out my error, you’re telling me there
is nothing to be done. Whose money was it that settled the claim
against me?”

“Oh! mother attended to all that, sir. Why, I believe the very first
thing she did after her Aunt Letty died and left everything to us,
was to hurry to see Mr. Hastings in the city, and arrange with him
to take up his claim. So you see no outside assistance was needed;
we took care of things right in the family, father.”

“But—Aunt Letty wasn’t so rich but that this must have sadly
crippled your dear mother’s resources, Amos,” expostulated the man,
suppressing a groan that might have been from mental pain, though
Elmer and Wee Willie were gently handling his swollen ankle at the
time.

“Oh! there was quite enough left, sir, to keep the wolf from the
door,” the brave boy hastened to declare, though Elmer remembered
him saying something that was quite different not so very long back.

“It is wonderful, simply wonderful!” murmured the wanderer, heaving
a sigh of supreme contentment, such as probably had not passed his
lips for seven long agonizing years. “To come back after this age
and find that God has been so kind, so forgiving as to leave me all
my dear ones. I can never be grateful enough to Him for these
mercies. The hours will seem like years to me until I can look again
into her blessed eyes, and hear her say that true love has survived
it all.”

“If you knew how often she speaks to me of you, father, how many
times I’ve found my mother crying to herself after the children were
all in bed, you’d have no fear about that. Her one great dread was
that you might be dead, and we’d never know about it at all.”

“I can see now how cruel, yes, and foolish, I was to bind myself by
that vow, and keep from communicating with my family all this time.
I might have been saved much suffering, and spared her the same. But
I believed I had almost broken her heart by my folly, and meant to
punish myself in justice. A baffling Fortune gripped me, too; twice
I was in almost good shape to come back and clear my name, when a
sudden shift swept my savings away, and left me stranded again on
the rocks.”

“But it’s all right now, father; and after we can get you down to
Chester, the town where we are now living, you will soon be able to
walk again.”

“That’s going to be a difficult job, I’m afraid, son,” said the
other, with a grimace, as though a pain reminded him just how badly
off he was. “You see, I’ve always been under a handicap, with that
one short leg; and now that the other is knocked out of business,
I’m nearly helpless.”

“Oh! leave that to my chums here, father,” Amos cheerily told him.
“They are master hands about doing things; and I reckon we’ll soon
be able to make some kind of litter on which we can carry you every
step of the way.”

“How fine of you to say that; and how proud I am of my boy! I only
hope and pray that the bitter experiences through which I have
passed may always serve as a guide-post to you through life, warning
you of the hidden perils when once wrong thoughts find entrance to
the mind.”

Meanwhile Elmer and Wee Willie had done their best to ease the pain.
A sprained ankle can be a thing of anguish, and its effects are
often felt for many moons after it happens; indeed, most persons
would really sooner endure a broken leg than such an affliction,
since a fracture mends much quicker.

They found that Perk had done very well, considering his
inexperience; his work was of course a bit bungling, though it had
done wonders in easing the pain, and also helped keep down the
swelling considerably.

“We’ll keep you quiet while up here with us, Mr. Codling,” Elmer
told him; “and in a few days you’ll be in much better shape. Then,
as Amos says, we’ll manage to rig up a stretcher, and carry you all
the way to Chester; or else to some farm-house on the main road
below, and phone for a car to meet us.”

“Thank you a thousand times, Elmer,” said the other, earnestly. “You
are all splendid chaps, and I’m a fortunate man to find myself so
well taken care of. I shall be counting the hours and minutes until
I can see my family again; but with Amos beside me, to answer all my
questions, I’ll try to rest content. Surely I have no reason to be
unhappy, now that the clouds have rolled away, and the sun of peace
is shining for me and mine again.”

He smiled bravely, and Elmer had a faint suspicion there was a
sparkle in his eyes that meant something. Just as he formerly
guessed that Amos must be carrying a heavy and secret load on his
young shoulders, from his serious manner, so Elmer now shrewdly
decided that Mr. Codling was keeping something back, something which
presently he would be springing as a surprise.

“The first thing we have to do is to get back to the cabin,” Wee
Willie suggested.

“You’ve said it,” Elmer admitted, “and suppose you get busy with
that good hatchet of yours, so we can make a temporary litter.”

“Leave that to me,” chuckled the tall chum, who really liked nothing
better than to be thrown on his own resources, since it always
served to bring out latent powers which he had hardly known he
possessed, as well as wrought a sense of independence such as a
progressive boy liked full well to feel.

He began chopping at small but sturdy second-growth ash saplings
growing from the butt of a tree that had been thrown down in some
previous storm, and soon had quite a collection on hand.

“Now, if you’ll help, Elmer,” he observed, “we’ll rig up a stretcher
good enough for an emergency; though later on I’ll promise to better
it in every way.”

To this Elmer agreed, and they had little trouble about carrying out
the assignment. It was not a “thing of beauty, and a joy forever,”
as Wee Willie candidly admitted, but then they would only require it
for a short journey, and on that account it would hardly pay to go
to any great trouble.

They lifted Mr. Codling on to this. Fortunately he was a small man,
so the labor of transporting him would not be very great; and there
was Amos only too willing to “spell” either of the litter-bearers.

Elmer considered well before making a start. He wished to be
absolutely certain of his ground, since it would be too bad if they
missed the cabin, and hence lengthened their tramp. Wee Willie also
figured things out in his own mind; and from the way he wagged his
head in appreciation, after Elmer led off, it was plain that his
judgment must be identical with that of his chum.

Amos talked almost incessantly, for he had a thousand things of
interest to pour into the eager ears of his long-lost father. Mr.
Codling never gave even the faintest groan during the entire
journey, though there must have been times when he found himself
jostled more or less, since the trail was rough, and the slightest
jerk would probably send a thrill through his leg.

But his mind was filled with a peace that passed understanding. All
the agonies of seven years had rolled away. Once more he looked
ahead to happiness during the balance of his sad life. Only again
and again across his face would come a look of intense yearning, as
voluble Amos did his best to picture just how pretty Kitty, the
twelve-year old girl, was growing, so like her mother too; and what
a smart scholar Louise had turned out at school, a perfect genius,
many said; while Peter, bless his heart, was the dearest little
chap, of whom any parent could be proud.

It began to tell on the two boys after a while, but still they
stubbornly refused to let Amos or Perk take a hand.

“You’re doing your part, Amos, walking beside the litter, and
keeping your father’s mind taken up with all those splendid things,”
said Elmer; “because I know we must joggle him sometimes, and every
little jolt hurts a sprained ankle. We are getting along all right;
and the cabin is close by now.”

“I glimpsed the river through the trees just a minute back, anyhow,”
asserted Wee Willie, sturdily.

Amos looked at each in turn affectionately, Perk could see—Perk, who
kept hovering alongside the tall chum, hinting again and again that
he considered it “mean if they didn’t intend to let him take a turn
too.”

“One thing sure, Amos,” said Mr. Codling, warmly; “you’re highly
favored in your pals, for they’re the greatest lot of boys I ever
ran across!”



                            CHAPTER XXV

                      BACK AT THE CABIN AGAIN


“Elmer, you’re sure a wizard when it comes to finding your way
through the tall timber!” cried Perk, presently; “because there’s
our jolly old cabin dead ahead. Why, you came as straight as a bee
could fly to its hive, after loading up with honey.”

“Nothing easier, once you get the hang of it,” laughed Elmer,
pleased nevertheless because he had hit it so accurately; while Wee
Willie also grinned, as though he considered that he also had
occasion to pat himself on the back, seeing that he had fully agreed
with Elmer’s deductions in the start.

All of them were delighted to see the cabin again. It may previously
have appeared old and dilapidated in their eyes, but just now they
forgot all that.

“Me to get a fire going,” roared Wee Willie, after Mr. Codling had
been carried carefully into the shelter, and placed on one of the
rude “springless beds,” as Perk called the blankets on the floor,
under each of which some hemlock browse had been placed so as to
make things a bit more comfortable.

“What shall we have for our noonday repast, at eleven in the
morning?” demanded Perk, almost beside himself with hunger.

“Better piece off with something that’s ready,” advised wise Elmer;
“it would take too long to cook things, in our near-famished state,
though of course a fire is necessary.”

“You just bet it is,” said Wee Willie, already bustling about
outdoors in gathering the “fixings” for a blaze. “I’m nearly dead
for a cup of coffee.”

“It will sure taste like nectar to all of us,” agreed Perk. “Well,
if the rest of you say so, we’ll postpone the big meal till later
on. Guess we’ll find plenty of stuff handy so as to take the edge
off our ferocious appetites; and that’ll give me a chance to lay out
a spread so as to make you sit up and take notice this evening.”

They were soon as busy as beavers, hastening back and forth, while
the injured man lay there and followed each one with his eyes.
Whenever Amos came near how his gaze would fasten hungrily on the
boy! It was as if Mr. Codling almost feared this might all be on a
par with some of the dreams he had had during his long exile from
home; and that he would suddenly wake up, to find himself back under
the old distressing conditions.

Presently the delightful fumes of boiling coffee filled the air, and
every one commenced sniffing eagerly, as though this excited them
almost beyond restraint.

“All ready here!” sang out Perk, in his cheery fashion; “gather
round the festive board, and get busy!”

Amos would not dream of eating a bite until he had fetched his
father’s breakfast to him. It gave the boy unlimited happiness to be
able to wait on the one whose homecoming he knew would make his
mother feel so joyous.

Presently all of them admitted they were a hundred per cent better
off than before; that “tired feeling” had vanished under the magical
influence of the Java; and the sandwiches which Perk made from bread
and butter, some cheese, and bits of ham which had been left over at
their last regular meal. Then there were crackers of several sorts,
which could be used to “fill up the chinks” as Perk put it; so that
in the end every one confessed that it was impossible for him to eat
another bite.

Mr. Codling continued to smile at times in that queer way.

“Guess he won’t be able to hold it in much longer,” Elmer told
himself, “whatever it can be. Twice now I’ve seen him open his mouth
as if to speak, and then shut it again, with a little shake of the
head. But it’s bound to come out, and I reckon he means to give Amos
a little surprise.”

None of them felt much like doing anything of importance that
afternoon, for they had had so little sleep during the preceding
night that they were tired and heavy-eyed.

Perk, yielding to his special hobby, did go over to a certain spot
on the river bank, and fish for an hour or so during the afternoon;
with such good luck that they were assured of a fine mess of perch
and bass for supper. He set to work cleaning his catch, an operation
which Wee Willie did not attempt to interrupt. That was always a
nice thing about Wee Willie; when he saw that anyone felt really
happy in doing a job for which he himself had no great hankering, he
would never attempt to ask a division of the labor. And so Perk not
only caught his fish, but made them ready for the pan, and would in
probability also do the cooking in the bargain. There never was a
more good-natured and willing chum than Perk, as Wee Willie often
told himself, with one of his grins; and it is also to be hoped he
fully appreciated those winning qualities in the stout youth.

The supper was a grand success.

Perk “blew” himself for the occasion, as he called it, and really
prepared enough for two-thirds of a dozen instead of just five
mouths.

“Huh! you never _can_ tell in these queer times when you’re going to
have company drop in on you,” he remonstrated, when Elmer mildly
expressed his surprise at the enormous amount that came to their
rough-and-ready table. “Only last night you entertained one stranger
at your fire; while I had Mr. Codling pop in on me unexpected like.
Then remember how those two guards from the asylum came tapping,
tapping at our cabin door the first night we were here? So I believe
in preparedness. An ounce of prevention is worth more’n a pound of
cure. If anybody should step in, all we’ve got to do is to say ‘sit
down, and fill up, friends!’”

Nevertheless when the meal was through it was really surprising how
little had been left; for their appetites seemed capable of
stretching in a remarkable way, and Wee Willie acted as though he
could never reach his limit.

“I declare,” he confessed, after a fourth helping to the stew Perk
had concocted from canned beef, succotash, and some cold potatoes,
“I’m beginning to suspect my legs must be hollow all the way down,
because how else could I stow away what I’ve devoured?”

And after that, of course, Wee Willie might expect to have a deal of
fun poked at him in connection with his queer anatomy.

They ate supper inside the cabin, so as to be near Mr. Codling;
though of course such old campers as Wee Willie and Elmer, perhaps
Perk in the bargain, would have preferred sitting outdoors, so long
as the weather was fine, and the “skeeters” not too vicious.

At last, the tin dishes and cups had all been washed up in thorough
fashion, Elmer and Wee Willie insisting on doing that unpleasant
part of the dining program; though Perk protested that he always did
like to “splash things around,” and had even fetched a new dish mop
along to try out; but they elbowed him aside unceremoniously, the
tall chum saying commandingly:

“Here, you clear out, Perk! Think we’re going to let you have a
monopoly of this business? Guess the rest of us want to keep our
hands in, don’t we? You’ll be boasting, when we get home, you just
ran the whole camp; and we don’t want to get the laugh on us. Now
forget it, and talk with Mr. Codling. You know all his folks down
home, and can tell him Amos doesn’t overshoot the mark when he says
little Peter is a darling, ditto—Louise, and—yes, Kitty in the
bargain.”

At that Amos had to smile, because the said Kitty was a big girl for
her years, and Wee Willie had been known to fetch her flowers, even
a box of candy on one occasion, when she passed her twelfth
birthday; he also had a tacit understanding with Kitty to “beau” her
to the first barn dance the next Winter, if her mother considered
her old enough to attend such jolly gatherings.

Mr. Codling waited until they were all gathered together later on,
with the “chores” completed, and the decks cleared. Then he spoke
up, just as Elmer had been anticipating would be the case.

“I’ve got something to say to you, Amos,” he remarked first of all;
and though his voice trembled, Elmer made sure that it was only
through joy, and not because there was any further cause for
lingering regrets.

“All right, father,” the boy immediately said, coming to the side of
the speaker, and bending over; “I’m ready to tell you anything you
want to know, so don’t hold back. I haven’t got a thing to keep from
you, remember.”

“But this is something that concerns me, first of all, my boy,”
continued the other. “Listen then. You know I vowed never to come
back unless I found myself able to take up that terrible debt of
mine, and face the world again as an honest man. Yes, and I told you
how twice I slipped back after I believed myself on the road to
fortune. Well, three turned out to be the magical number with me,
Amos; in Alaska I struck rich pay dirt, and I’ve come back with all
the money we shall ever need again in this world!”



                            CHAPTER XXVI

                     LOOKING FORWARD—CONCLUSION


No one said a word for a full minute, though Wee Willie and Elmer
and big-hearted Perk exchanged glowing looks, and happy nods, as if
the great news pleased them beyond measure.

Amos, with swimming eyes, bent over, and laid a hand on his father’s
shoulder. There was simple affection in the act, and nothing more.

“I’m sure glad to hear that, father,” he said as well as he could;
“for it’ll make you a whole lot better satisfied; but you’d be just
as welcome home if you didn’t have a nickel.”

“That’s the best part of it,” observed Mr. Codling, “and what makes
me so satisfied with the wonderful way things have turned out. But I
worked, and prayed, and in the end hit it rich, so that when I sold
out my claim in the new diggings I had a sum that was more than I
ever expected to realize, even in my wildest dreams.”

Taken in all, that was a most happy evening for them. How the sound
of those fresh young voices as they sang their favorite songs made
Mr. Codling shut his eyes and dream of past days, when he took
Amanda Green to singing-school evenings. Again he could in
imagination hear her sweet voice in carols of the times, as the
scroll of the past was unrolled before his mental vision.

“By all odds this has been the happiest evening I ever spent,
barring none,” he assured Elmer when, later on, they gave up singing
and began to make arrangements for sleeping. “In other days I never
realized my blessings half enough; but now that I’ve passed through
the valley of humiliation things look vastly different to me. Thank
you again for the pleasure it has given me to hear you sing. And I’m
very glad my boy has such a promising voice, because music used to
be my one passion—in those other days, you know.”

They were shy one blanket, now that they had a guest. Mr. Codling
understood how he had been given Elmer’s spread, and started to
protest; but he was speedily “sat down upon,” as Wee Willie
expressed it in his boyish vernacular.

“Elmer’s going to share my blanket, don’t you see, sir?” the
attenuated chum blustered, before his mate could say a word. “I’m so
thin I don’t take up half the room Perk here does. Besides, it’s
summer weather, and shucks! any fellows as used to camping out as we
are don’t need to bother much about coverings; this hemlock stuff is
good enough for me.”

So it was arranged, and during the balance of their stay at Long
Cabin Bend Elmer and Wee Willie expected to share the latter’s
blanket, which fortunately enough was of unusually generous
proportions.

During the night, after the late moon arose, and it was partly light
inside the cabin, Elmer, waking, saw Amos sitting up and looking
steadily toward the spot where his father lay. He could easily
understand the deep emotion that must possess the boy, as after a
vivid dream he was hardly able to bring himself to believe the
wonderful thing could be true.

So the night passed, and another day dawned.

All were stirring early, for they had laid out many things to be
accomplished between sunrise and the coming of night.

While Perk “wrestled” with breakfast, beaming with delight because
he actually loved to cook, Elmer took another look at Mr. Codling’s
ankle, Amos hovering near, eager to be of any service.

“It’s doing as well as can be expected,” was the comment of Elmer.
“These things are never over with in a hurry; it takes time, and a
lot of patience to recover from a sprain. If I was down home I could
help things along some by rubbing a certain liniment on, that’s the
boss thing for sprains. But you’ll have to make up your mind to keep
quiet up here, sir.”

“I suppose so, Elmer,” said the patient, with a sigh, “and I
oughtn’t to have a word of complaint. In fact, I’m too happy after
having heard the good news from Amos that my little family is well,
to think of grumbling. The whole thing seems almost like a page
taken from a book—my making up my mind to play the part of a tramp
as I drew closer to my old home, partly because I was afraid of
discovering that something dreadful had happened to my dear ones;
and also because I did not know but that there might be a warrant
out for my apprehension, which troubled me more or less.

“Then came the storm, and my misfortune, which I thought terrible;
yet it brought me in touch with Perk here, and finally the rest of
you. Oh! if only I had dreamed that Amos was one of your number,
while I hung around the cabin, waiting for a chance to recover my
lost knife, how gladly would I have made my identity known. But,
after all, it’s come out ten times better than I ever hoped for; and
I’d be an ingrate to complain.”

However eager he may have felt to be heading toward Chester, where
those dear ones lived from whom he had been separated so long, Mr.
Codling grimly resolved not to let Elmer and his chums see his
distress of mind. He felt that it would be a shame to cause these
fine lads to cut their camping trip in the tall timber short on his
account.

But Elmer was revolving a scheme over in his mind, which he confided
to Wee Willie on the sly; and the latter as usual declared that it
“filled the bill to a dot.”

Without letting the others know what he was doing the tall chum
busied himself that very afternoon, away from the camp, making his
stretcher, on which the injured man could be carried out of the
woods. Elmer proposed that they leave their things in the cabin,
manage on the following day to get to some farm-house on the
Crawford Notch road, and either make an arrangement with the owner
to take Mr. Codling to town in a rig, or else ’phone for a car to
come up and get him.

Of course, the devoted Amos could not dream of being absent when the
wanderer arrived, and so he would accompany his father, to enjoy the
wild delight that was sure to overwhelm the Codling home.

He could return in a day or two, if his yearning for taking
flashlight pictures still gripped him, which Elmer believed would be
the case; and so spend the balance of their vacation with his chums.

“It’s ten whole days till school takes up, you know,” Wee Willie had
remarked, when he and Elmer talked this over. “Plenty of time for us
to have all sorts of bully adventures. And if we think it a good
plan, while we’re down at that farmer’s place to-morrow, what’s to
hinder our laying in a fresh stock of grub?”

“Not a thing, that I can see,” agreed his comrade, nodding his head.

“Some of these farmers have heaps of good things laid away for
winter,” proceeded Wee Willie, who was hungry, it may be assumed, at
that very minute; “so, as long as we’ve got the hard cash still in
our treasury, after selling our stock of ginseng roots to that firm
in St. Louis we might as well do things up brown. We can fetch back
a lot of fresh eggs, mebbe a home-cured ham, several live chickens
for feast days, and if he’s got any _honey_ Perk’d be almost tickled
to death to have it to go with his flapjacks; because, mebbe we’ll
never have any luck locating a bee-tree while up here.”

All of which goes to prove what every one knows to be a fact, that
with the vast majority of boys the best part of camping consists of
the “eats.” But in that respect boys do not differ greatly from
those much more mature in years, since the natural man comes to the
surface as soon as the primeval wilderness takes the place of
civilized comforts.

When that night the subject was broached, Amos showed his sincere
appreciation for his chums’ consideration.

“This is mighty fine of you, boys,” he mumbled, thickly, at the same
time looking so very happy; “and you can bank on it I’ll hurry back
here to stay the balance of our vacation—after I’ve seen father safe
home, and just hung around a day or so to enjoy the situation.”

Mr. Codling tried weakly to protest, saying that he was already
giving them too much trouble; and that another day lost would cut
into the glorious time they had been anticipating; but they would
not let him proceed.

“It’s all fixed up, sir, so our plans can’t be changed now,” Wee
Willie assured him. “I’ve been making my stretcher on the sly, and
I’ll show it to you after a bit. Besides, the sooner we get you down
home the better for everybody. We can understand how wild Amos here
is to have his mother know the good news, and if we can manage it,
you’ll both be there by this time to-morrow night.”

The many things the boys had planned to do while in camp could wait
until their duty to Mr. Codling and their chum had been fulfilled.
Amos, of course, would insist on leaving his camera and flashlight
apparatus behind when he took his father home. In this way he would
be drawn to rejoin them later, so as to pursue those novel and
interesting studies of shy wild animal life which seemed to be
taking such a firm hold upon him latterly.

This program was carried out to the letter, for as luck would have
it the weather proved favorable on the following morning. They
closed the cabin again, and all started forth. Mr. Codling found the
litter much more comfortable than the rough-and-ready one upon which
he had made the trip from the big hollow tree at Perk’s woodland
camp, to the cabin.

[Illustration: Mr. Codling found the litter much more comfortable.]

By taking things easy, and changing stretcher-bearers frequently, as
one or the other showed signs of tiring out, they managed to reach
the road, and later on a farm-house where the owner agreed to use
his own old car to take Amos and his injured parent to Chester.

The last Elmer, Wee Willie and Perk saw of them they were waving
their hands wildly from the “tin Lizzie” as the car started noisily
down the road leading to Chester, some twenty-three miles distant,
by way of Crawford Notch.

“Well,” said Perk, after they started back to the cabin, carrying
the supplies purchased from the farmer on the stretcher, “that winds
up one of the most thrilling happenings that ever came our way. As
long as I live I’ll never forget how I fetched him to my fire, and
then discovered that it was Amos’s long-missing dad. But it’s all
right now, boys.”

“Yes,” chimed in Wee Willie, merrily, “everything is lovely and the
goose hangs high. Just to think of it, how bully things turned out,
with him fetching back a regular fortune with him, or papers to show
he’s got it in bank up there in Alaska, which means the same thing.”

“Beats any movie picture I ever stared at with goggle-eyes,” Perk
went on to confess, with his customary frankness; and then gave a
sigh, adding: “but it’s all over now, and I reckon the rest of our
stay up here will be just along the usual humdrum lines of camping.
Still, we have to eat, so I’ll have my chance for getting up new and
novel dishes to try on the dog.”

The others only laughed to hear him talk; for they knew Perk too
well to feel offended at anything he said. But, indeed, Perk need
not have feared a humdrum existence, if only he could have lifted
the curtain of the immediate future.

And if the reader feels any curiosity to learn about how Wee Willie
startled his camp-mates with a _mutiny_; as well as the strange
series of thrilling events that made their further stay in the
wilderness something never to be forgotten, all this and much more
will be found detailed at length in the volume that follows this,
under the suggestive title of “_The Camp Fire Boys in Muskrat Swamp;
or, A Hunt for the Missing ’Plane Pilot._”





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