The coffee was thoroughly enjoyed by everyone, and a vote of thanks taken for Lil Artha, who had first suggested making it. Resting for a short time afterwards, the boys felt refreshed when once more the task was taken up.
Lil Artha looked at Landy tumbling contentedly into the middle of the old skiff, and seemed on the point of saying something; then he shook his head and picked up the push-pole himself.
"Not yet, but soon it"s just got to be; only I hope he won"t upset us all," Mark heard the tall scout mutter to himself, nor did he need a further hint to know what was pa.s.sing through Lil Artha"s mind; Landy was not going to evade his share of the arduous labor forever.
It, doubtless, took considerable thinking and planning on the part of Elmer to make sure they did not "repeat." So far, none of the boys could say as they moved along that they had ever before seen the stretch of water and scrubby sh.o.r.e, covered with trees and vines.
This spoke volumes for the smartness of the young patrol leader, though somehow his chums did not seem to consider it such a wonderful feat for Elmer. That is the penalty for being successful; others expect great things from such a comrade, so that he is constantly put to his best efforts to satisfy them.
It must have been quite some time, perhaps as much as two hours after they had stopped to eat their lunch when without warning the swamp explorers met with a surprise that gave them a new thrill.
At the time, Lil Artha happened to have pa.s.sed a little in the lead, though he would soon be dropping back again, especially when there came a chance to make a mistake in direction, for he wanted Elmer to decide such puzzles.
The tall scout must have forgotten his warning from Elmer, for he cried out:
"Hey! everybody look what we"re up against! A bear, Elmer, that"s what it is!"
CHAPTER IX
THE PERILS OF THE WATER LABYRINTH
"Silence, everybody!" hissed Elmer, who knew it would be just like Toby, and perhaps some of the other fellows, to burst into a shout as soon as they could get command of their voices.
It was certainly a bear, a small one to be sure, but genuine enough, and not such as can be seen with wandering foreigners, taught to dance, or wield a pole as a soldier would his musket.
Just when the scouts glimpsed the hairy denizen of Sa.s.safras Swamp, he was engaged in sitting on his haunches and gathering in the bushes with his st.u.r.dy forelegs. To Lil Artha, it looked as though Bruin might be making a lunch from the luscious, big blueberries that grew in such abundance here and there through the swamp.
Up to the moment when Lil Artha thus called attention to the presence of the black native, the bear must have been in ignorance of their being so near at hand. When he did notice them, he simply gave a disgusted grunt, and ambled away through the brush. Lil Artha always declared the bear glanced back at them as he ran, and even put out his tongue, just as if he knew it was the close season, and that a kind game law protected him from all harm.
"Say, let me tell you this old Sa.s.sy swamp isn"t such a bad place for a game preserve after all," said Toby; "I think some of us could enjoy having a week up here, after the law on bears and all such was up. But it"s too far from home during the school session, for us to come."
"Oh! I don"t know about that," remarked the tall scout, meditatively; "we could borrow a car, and start in the middle of the night when there was a moon. That"d give us a whole day up here. Take it at Thanksgiving and we could make it three, with Friday and Sat.u.r.day thrown in. Elmer, think it over, won"t you?"
"Plenty of time for that," he was a.s.sured; "We"ve got our hands full as it is, without borrowing trouble."
"And perwaps before we"re done with it," Ted croaked, "you"ll be that tired of seeing nothing but thwamp all around, that you"ll vow never again for yourth."
"I"m going to make a proposition, Elmer," said Landy; "and I hope you"ll agree. Suppose we go ash.o.r.e and tackle some of those elegant blueberries ourselves? It"s a shame that bears should be the only ones to enjoy such a feast. And it"s tough sitting here so long!"
At that Lil Artha grunted, and looking almost savagely at the speaker nodded his head while he muttered:
"That settles it, my boy; I see your finish. You"re going to earn your salt after this, no matter what happens!"
Elmer seemed to consider for a few seconds.
"I see no reason why we shouldn"t pull up for a little while, just as you say, Landy," he observed, to the delight of the rest; "and everyone of us is fond of a mess of good ripe blueberries. So pitch in while the supply lasts."
The berries were thicker and larger than any they had ever seen before; and Lil Artha declared he considered the judgment of the little black bear "prime."
"He sure knew a good thing when he found it, and so do we," he told those who were working fingers and jaws near him.
When Elmer concluded that "enough was as good as a feast," they once more embarked, and the voyage was resumed. There was a new pusher in the older skiff, however.
"Here, you Landy, suppose you change seats with me," Lil Artha had remarked as the fat scout started to settle down in the middle of the boat, just as though he had a mortgage on that prize seat.
Landy looked worried.
"What for, Lil Artha?" he ventured to say, looking at the skipper with distress plainly marked on his round features; "do you want me to push the boat now? Not but that I"m willing to do anything I"m asked, you know; but I didn"t think you"d want to take chances on getting wet, and mebbe losing our packs in the bargain; because I know I"m awful clumsy about some things."
"Well, in this case we"ll have to take the risk," said the other, grimly; "the only satisfaction we have is that if anybody does get wet you won"t escape. We"re all in the same boat, you understand; and we sink or swim together. Now climb up here, and I"ll show you how to handle a pusher. Time you learned a few more of the tricks a true scout ought to know."
Landy, apparently, wanted to do his best. He watched how Lil Artha used the heavy pole and then started to imitate him.
"That"s the way, Landy," said Mark, desirous of encouraging the stout boy in his new duties; "you can do it all right if you only keep on the watch."
"Course I can," replied the new hand, scornfully; "guess you"re all fooled if you think I never pushed a skiff with a pole before."
"So you were just playing "possum, were you?" demanded the indignant Lil Artha, "bent on fooling me so as to evade hard work, eh? I"d be serving you right, Landy, if I kept you shovin" away the rest of the afternoon. It"d thin you down a trifle, too, because I think you"re getting too fat for any use. Go slow there, and don"t splash so loud when you drop the pole end in again."
Landy seemed to soon become fairly proficient so that his mentor could turn his attention to other things of interest they happened to see around them as they continued their course.
Crows scolded from the treetops as the two boats glided underneath.
This circ.u.mstance might probably pa.s.s unnoticed by one who knew little or nothing of woodcraft, but to an Indian it would be a sure sign that the sharp-eyed birds had discovered some human being, probably an enemy, and in that way he would be put on his guard against a surprise.
As the man they were looking for did not appear to be educated along these lines, they need not fear that their presence in the swamp would be betrayed through any such agency as crows cawing, or flying about in excitement.
Some time later Toby uttered a low "whew" that caused Chatz, just then in the act of putting the pole back into the water, to hold it suspended in midair.
"Elmer, I may be mistaken," said Toby, "but something moved over in the branches of that tree yonder, and unless my eyes deceived me, which they seldom do, it was a cat!"
"You mean a wildcat, don"t you, Toby?" whispered Landy, for the two boats were close enough together for the occupants to have shaken hands, had they wanted to.
"Just what I meant," repeated Toby, firmly. "I can"t say that I see him now, for he"s somewhere up in the thickest part of the bushy tree; but it must have been something more than a "c.o.o.n, because I actually saw the blaze of its eyes!"
"Whew!" gasped Landy, looking as though he wanted to drop the push-pole on the spur of the moment; "get your gun, Lil Artha, why don"t you?
Mean to let a feller be jumped on, and clawed something awful, do you?
I give you my word that if I see a wildcat comin" for me, I"ll jump overboard, and let him tackle the rest of you in the boat, that"s what.
Get your gun, Lil Artha; they"re vicious you must know, specially when they"ve got kits around."
"We haven"t lost any cat!" remarked Lil Artha, composedly, as though he really took a cruel satisfaction in seeing Landy shiver; "and, besides, I don"t more"n half believe the fairy story. Toby"s got to show me before I own up. I reckon some of my people must have come from Missouri."
"Yes, they raise a heap of mules there, I understand," remarked Toby, with considerable sarcasm; "but I"m glad to see that Elmer has thought it worth while to lay hold of his scatter-gun, so as to be ready.
Course we don"t want any trouble with any old cat; but there"s such a thing as armed peace. If she jumps for us, I hope Elmer will give her a load before she lands, that"s all. We"ve got to pa.s.s pretty much under some part of that tree, understand?"
Acting on Elmer"s initiative, Lil Artha now also picked up his gun, and started to keep a sharp watch. As Toby had truly said, they could not really continue on their way without pa.s.sing under the wide-stretching branches of the tree where he claimed to have seen "something that looked like a wildcat."