"We have no blankets, remember," said Elmer, "and that is one reason why I laid out to keep the fire burning in a small way through the night."
"But luckily," added Mark, who apparently had been looking around more or less since they came ash.o.r.e, "there are plenty of spruce and hemlock and fir trees close by. We can make our beds like hunters always used to do, away back in Daniel Boone"s time."
"Every fellow will have to shift for himself, then," said Elmer; "so let"s start in and lay a foundation for a soft and fragrant bed."
"Hay was good enough for me last night, suh!" declared the Southern boy; "but I"ve got a hunch I can sleep just as sound on balsam."
"Hemlock for mine every time!" announced Lil Artha.
Then there was a bustling time as the entire seven scouts started to break off small branches and twigs from the adjacent trees, laying them in piles until it looked as though they had secured enough for their purpose.
The beds were arranged in something like a circle around the fire, and acting on the advice of Elmer, who had been on the cattle range and knew what was right, each sleeper expected to keep his feet toward the fire.
"Looks a heap like a big cart-wheel," observed Lil Artha.
"The fire is the hub, and each scout a spoke, that"s right, suh," Chatz agreed.
Landy acted as though he would never get enough of the fragrant browse.
Long after the others had stopped gathering it, he continued. When they joked him about being greedy when there was no price to pay, he had an answer ready.
"I"m a whole lot heavier than anybody else, don"t you know?" he told them. "And on that account I ought to have a higher pile under me.
Besides, I always did like to gather things in."
"We"ll remember that, Landy," threatened Lil Artha, "the next time we need a big supply of firewood. You"ve fixed it up good and tight, and you"ll find us the most obliging lot of scouts east of the Rockies."
After considerable fussing and joshing, they managed finally to get "fixed." As none of them had slept too soundly on the preceding night, owing to their strange environment, and the wild alarm that sounded when Johnny"s chicken-thief trap was sprung, the boys were both weary and drowsy.
Elmer was really the last to drop off, and he smiled as he raised his head to glance around at the stretched-out figures of his six chums.
Some were breathing pretty loud, but Elmer could forgive that, and so he also gave himself up to indulging in refreshing slumber.
He was awakened by a horrible crash that made him instantly sit up.
Other figures were bobbing up all around the smouldering camp fire.
From the condition of this latter, Elmer knew that he must have been asleep much more than an hour.
"What happened?" gasped Landy the first thing, for he was digging his fat knuckles into his heavy eyes as though trying to rout the last atom of drowsiness from them.
"It was me," replied Lil Artha, promptly; "I fired my gun!"
"What at?" demanded Elmer, thrilled in spite of himself.
"A creeping man!" came the astounding answer.
"Wow! what"s all that, Lil Artha?" Toby exclaimed; "you must have been dreaming, and did it in your sleep. It"s a good thing none of us happened to be in range of your old Marlin scatter-gun, that"s all."
"Rats! I tell you I was wide awake, and sitting up when I fired,"
insisted the tall scout.
Of course, by this time all were on their feet, for the excitement had gripped hold of them. Elmer realized that Lil Artha was speaking earnestly, and showing no symptoms of having played a practical joke.
"Now tell us all about it, Lil Artha," he commanded.
"Why, it was about thisaway," said the other, obediently. "I happened to wake up and felt a bit thirsty, so I sat up thinking I"d crawl over to our big jug of fresh water and take a swig. But just as I sat up I saw something moving over in the bushes about twenty-five feet away.
Yes, sir, and the fire picked up just then so I could make out what looked mighty like a man peeking at me through the same bushes--fact is, I _know_ that"s what it was, and nothing else."
"Well, what did you do then?" asked the patrol leader.
"I always keep my faithful Marlin handy when I sleep out in the woods, you remember, Elmer," continued the other, with a touch of boyish pride in his voice; "so all I had to do was to grab up the gun and blaze away as quick as I could throw the same to my shoulder."
Elmer caught his arm in a fast grip.
"Not aiming at a man in the bushes only twenty-five feet away, Lil Artha--don"t tell me you were silly enough to do that?" he asked, somewhat hoa.r.s.ely.
The tall scout chuckled, and Elmer"s fears were instantly dissipated.
"I"m not a fool, Elmer," he said, loftily. "I aimed away up in the air, and shot to scare not to hurt!"
"Good enough, Lil Artha," the scout master went on to say in a relieved tone; "I couldn"t believe you"d be so reckless. A charge of bird shot at that distance goes like a bullet, because it hasn"t a chance to scatter."
It was apparently Toby"s turn to appear skeptical now.
"Huh! I s"pose he lit out then like a streak, after you"d wasted a good charge of shot in the air, and knocked leaves from the branches of trees--is that what you want us to believe, Lil Artha?"
"Didn"t you hear the row he made rushing away?" demanded the other, severely; "but then all of you started talking at once, and I guess you didn"t take much notice."
"I heard some sort of noise off that way," a.s.serted Elmer, pointing.
"Correct, Elmer, for that"s where he was kneeling, right over there in those thick bushes. You see I mightn"t have noticed him at all only he happened to move just when a little flame shot up along that piece of partly burned wood."
"Oh! I admit that you may have seen _something_," persisted Toby; "but the chances are ten to one it was a white-faced heifer that had hit on our camp, and was looking to see who and what we were. We happen to know there"s a stock farm not a great ways off, and I reckon their cows get into the swamp once in so often."
"Think you"ve laid it down pretty pat, don"t you?" sneered Lil Artha; "but I"m going to show you where you"re away off your base. Guess I"ve got eyes, and know a human from a white-faced heifer. Watch my smoke, that"s all."
With that the indignant scout handed his gun to Chatz, and stepping over to the fire picked up the half-burned brand which he had mentioned before. This Lil Artha whirled briskly around his head several times until he had it crackling and taking fire afresh, so that it promised to make a very fair torch, if used for only a brief time.
Elmer made no objections to the programme. Indeed, he was deeply interested in the outcome, whatever it might prove to be.
After having made sure of sufficient light, Lil Artha boldly strode directly toward the spot he had indicated as the scene of the near-tragedy.
"Go slow, Lil Artha," warned cautious Landy; "he might be laying for you there. Keep him covered, Chatz, with the gun, won"t you?"
"Oh! give us a rest, Landy; didn"t I tell you he hoofed it like fun after that shot gave him a scare? Who"s afraid?"
With that Lil Artha reached the bushes indicated, and the others were close on his heels, every fellow eager to find out whether what he had told them was in fact true, or if the apparition had only been a figment of Lil Artha"s imagination, the tail-end, as it were, of a stirring dream.
Bending down, the long-legged scout began to scan the ground. His discoveries started almost immediately, as his excited words announced:
"Here"s where he pushed back the brush, as you c"n see for yourselves.
Yes, and there"s aplenty of footprints besides. Looky where he knelt down, because here"s the mark of his knees as plain as anything. Now what do you say, Toby Jones? Is the laugh on me, after all?"