"We would be silly to quit a sure thing for an uncertainty," said Elmer, decidedly. "After all our ears may have deceived us, and it might have only been some queer grunt of a frog, a heron fishing for minnows, or even a muskrat choking over his dinner. No, we must keep on as we"re going, that"s sure."
Lil Artha looked relieved. After all, it pleased the tall scout to have someone decide a puzzling question like this for him.
Responsibility weighs heavy on the shoulders of many even capable boys, and they are only too glad to be able to shift it on occasion.
"Just as you say, Elmer, and I reckon you"re quite right, too," always in a low, sibilant tone that would not carry further than a dozen yards at the most.
They again turned to take up the trail, which just at that point happened to run through some bushes coming up to their hips. It was easy to see where those ahead of them had brushed through, for they had trampled down the lush gra.s.s, and brushed aside the tender branches of the bushes.
Elmer had even bent over to take a good look down at the ground before setting forth when he heard Toby Jones give a sudden, violent hiss.
Now, that was a well-known sign among the boys of the Wolf Patrol, and which had served them in good stead many a time in the past. Heard under such thrilling conditions, it could mean only one thing; Toby had discovered some sort of danger, and was warning his comrades in order that they might drop down out of sight.
Every fellow seemed to understand this instantly, for as though they were all moved by the same controlling influence, they allowed themselves to sink on their knees amidst the friendly bushes that afforded such splendid shelter. Even as Elmer dropped thus he had shot a quick glance toward the left, from which that seeming cough had come, and saw something that electrified him.
CHAPTER XIV
BOUND TO SUCCEED
No wonder the young scout-master was surprised and thrilled by what he saw as he crouched there amidst the bushes, and stared over their tops.
Not more than sixty or seventy yards away at the most there appeared to be a violent commotion among another bunch of brush, as though a number of unseen parties might be forcing their way through the obstruction.
Even as Elmer, and his chums as well, looked, a figure burst out, quickly followed by a second, a third, and then still more, until in all there were six in the queer procession that seemed to be heading directly for the late hide-out of the swamp fugitives.
What startled the boys most of all was the fact that they knew several of those who went to make up that strange company. First, there was Johnny Spreen, the bound boy at the Trotter farm, and who had given them so many points concerning the swamp he knew so well.
Just behind Johnny walked a consequential looking personage dressed in a blue uniform, and, with a glittering shield fastened on his left breast. Well did the Hickory Ridge boys know the Chief of Police in their own town. Behind him came a second and a third man, also in uniform, whom they knew to be local "cops;" while the next had the appearance of having been impressed into the posse; then at the tail end of the procession came Farmer Trotter, carrying an old musket that may have done duty in the Civil War, half a century back, for it looked like a fossil.
"Gosh!"
That was Lil Artha "letting off steam," as he would have termed it; but he uttered his favorite expression so very low that there was not the slightest danger of it"s being overheard.
"Don"t wink an eyelash if you can help it, fellows," whispered Elmer, who apparently, for reasons of his own, did not want the posse to know of their presence so near by.
Of course, the others instantly knew what he meant, and if they had been made of stone it is doubtful whether they could have maintained a more rigid att.i.tude as they crouched there in the bushes.
Fortunately, all of the posse seemed to be looking ahead. Perhaps they had been warned by the bound boy that the place to which he was taking them was not very far distant, which would account for their eagerness.
So they pa.s.sed on. Elmer kept whispering to his followers not to make a move unless it was to drop down flat on their faces. Apparently, not even Landy felt inclined to do this. As long as the Chief and his gallant posse remained in sight everyone crouched there and took it out in staring.
Then when even Farmer Trotter had been swallowed up in the scrub, sighs might have been heard arising from some of the boys" lips, as though they were relieved to have the suspense ended.
"Never glimpsed us!" remarked Mark, triumphantly.
"Blind as bats in the day-time!" added Landy.
"They didn"t happen to turn this way," said Elmer; "and since you all kept so still I don"t believe they"d have noticed us even if they had looked. I want to say it was well done, boys."
"That was Johnny Spreen, wasn"t it?" asked Landy, as though he wanted to have someone corroborate what his own eyes had told him.
"It certainly was," said Lil Artha. "The farmer wouldn"t let him come with us, but I guess the Chief just swore them both into his posse, and then they had to come or run up against the law. A sheriff or a police Chief can do that, you understand; no matter whether a man wants to serve or not, he"s got to."
"And you all noticed, I reckon," remarked Chatz, "that they were making straight fo" the hide-out where Hen and that man spent the night. That shows Johnny must have figured out after we left him that it would be a good place for hiding. What do you all say about it?"
"Oh! there"s no question but what you"re correct, old top!" Lil Artha told him in his queer way. "But I"m real tickled because Elmer didn"t take a notion to hail the Chief, and take him in on our deal."
Elmer laughed at that.
"It wasn"t any "Hail to the Chief" this time, you see, Lil Artha," he remarked. "We have borne the heat and burden of the day, and it wasn"t right that that crowd, coming in at the tail end of the chase, should share alike with us. Besides, you remember we decided we wanted to get at poor Hen _before_ the law could lay a hand on him."
"So we did," muttered Chatz.
"But Elmer," objected Toby, "supposing they get to that place, and find the birds flown, don"t you reckon they"ll notice that we"ve been there?"
"So far as the Chief and his men go," returned the other, "I wouldn"t believe them capable of finding out anything except that the camp was empty. But all the same I suppose they will know about us."
"Meaning that Johnny will see our tracks, and read the story there; is that it, Elmer?" queried Lil Artha, quick to catch on to the meaning of the patrol leader"s words.
"Yes, Johnny will tell, because he"s been hunting furs so long that he knows a heap about following tracks. When he finds out there were a lot of boys in the camp he"ll guess we discovered the place."
"Mebbe they"ll take it for granted we caught the birds, and be ready to throw up the game then and there?" suggested Toby.
"Hardly that," advised Elmer; "Johnny ought to be able to tell them different. He would soon learn after looking things over that all our tracks were made _after_ those of the man, when we left the camp. You see that must tell him we were pursuing the fellow. I put myself in Johnny"s place; and that"s how I believe I"d figure it out."
"A good way to do, too, believe me," said Mark.
"Then in that case," Lil Artha continued, "they"ll be coming along after us before a great while. Whew! if this doesn"t beat anything I ever took part in. It"s a continuous procession, boys, winding in and out through the high lands of old Sa.s.safras Swamp--first Hen and the man who controls his actions; then seven bold scouts of the Wolf Patrol; and finally our big puffball of a Chief and his valiant posse bringing up the rear."
"But we don"t want them to overtake us, do we?" asked Landy, actually meaning to hint that they had better be moving on, which was a remarkable thing to enter the head of the Smith boy, always the first to desire a halt.
"We do not," Lil Artha informed him, plainly, "and to prevent such a horrible catastrophe from happening we expect to be on the jump again right away, doubling our pace it may be, Landy. The worst is yet to come, remember."
"Huh! you can"t scare me any, Lil Artha," the fat scout told his tormentor; for he knew very well that with a trail to follow they could hardly proceed any more rapidly than before.
Progress was immediately resumed. They went forward in about the same manner as before, with Mark keeping Landy company at the tail-end of the procession. The situation was now growing more and more serious, and much depended on whether they could manage to overtake the fugitives before night came on. A whole day"s tramping through the intricate recesses of the swamp, just as the dry land afforded footing, was a monumental task that must try the nerve of the best of them; and Landy, if not one or two others, would be apt to drop out of the ranks long before sunset came.
Elmer, however, was hopeful that they must overtake those they chased long before such utter weariness seized upon them. He knew that Hen Condit himself, although no weakling, could not stand hours upon hours of continual walking, especially when it consisted of such uncertain footing as fell to their portion under those conditions.
Complete exhaustion then might compel Hen to beg his companion to either leave him or else order a halt. One way or the other suited the scouts just as well, so long as they overtook Hen.
When Landy found that he was puffing from his exertions he took an extra grip on himself and would not listen to Lil Artha when the tall scout proposed that he drop out.
"All you have to do is to squat where we leave you, Landy," the other had told him in a wheedling way; "and after we"re done our business we"ll sure promise to look you up again, won"t we, Elmer?"
"Nothing doing," snapped Landy, decisively; "what d"ye take me for, Lil Artha, to desert my poor chum Hen when he needs help so much? I"m a sticker I want you to know. Adhesive plasters haven"t got anything on me when it comes to standing by you through thick and thin. No use wasting your breath; save it for your work, say I!"