"Well, we"ve got a hunch, Mr. Trotter," said Lil Artha, bound to get his say in the affair, "that we might put you wise about that same thief."
"I"d sh.o.r.e be glad to hear it," declared the farmer; "Johnny here has been asayin" as heow he b"lieves thar"s a feller ahidin" out in the swamp, "cause he seen his tracks. I even reckoned on sendin" for a neighbor o" mine, Bay Stanhope, that"s got some hounds used to follerin" people, an" see if we could run him daown."
"Well, Mr. Trotter, that is exactly what we scouts propose doing," said Elmer. "And now if you"ll listen to something I"ve got to tell, you can understand what sort of interest we"ve got in this thing."
So in as few words as possible he narrated the story of how Hen Condit had acted in such a queer way, robbing his uncle and guardian, and actually leaving a silly letter that fastened the crime on his own shoulders.
"He was seen by one of my chums talking with a strange man just the day before this happened," continued. Elmer. "We believe that man was the same unknown party who has been hiding in Sa.s.safras Swamp for a time past, and as you"ve just told us, living off your flock of fowls.
Johnny here, down in the hay market, gave me something he picked up in the swamp near some ashes. Here it is, Mr. Trotter, and all of us believe firmly it is part of a steel handcuff which was filed in half, showing that the man must be a desperate character escaped from jail."
At that the farmer"s wife uttered a little shriek, and began to look frightened.
"Hennery," she told her husband authoritatively, "you go git your gun right away. And Johnny, chain the bull-dog close to the kitchen door.
After this I"m meanin" to make sure the bar"s in place when I"m left alone, and Moses kept inside the house along with me."
Elmer guessed that the said Moses must be the bull-dog. He also figured that, as a rule, the animal was kept indoors nights, which accounted for his not having interfered with the carrying off of the farmer"s chickens.
Mr. Trotter was plainly deeply interested by this time in the story connected with the coming of these seven scouts.
"Sure I"ll do all I kin to help you land the critters, boys," he a.s.sured them. "But that swamp is some big, an" I guess as haow you"ll have all you want to do achasin" through the same. Supposin" naow you let things rest till tomorry, and make an early start. Mebbe we might bag the raskils this very night, if so be they try to make another haul on my feathered stock, aimin" to git a turkey this time."
Of course, Elmer could see through a grindstone that had a hole in its center. He knew very well that the shrewd farmer wanted to make use of them in order to protect his property; but it served Elmer"s purpose just as well to readily agree to the proposition.
As for Lil Artha, his eyes were almost popping out of his head with suspense; he was also licking his lips after the manner of a hungry dog when scenting a bone.
"We"ll stop over with you then, Mr. Trotter," agreed the patrol leader; "and before morning try to figure out our plan of campaign looking to rounding up the chicken thieves who are believed to be hiding in Sa.s.safras Swamp."
CHAPTER IV
JOHNNY"S CHICKEN THIEF TRAP
"I"m only sorry for one thing, boys," remarked Farmer Trotter"s wife, who had apparently hailed the decision of the seven bold scouts to guard her fowl-roost with undeniable joy.
"What might that be, ma"m?" asked Lil Artha, in a quivering voice; for the poor fellow began to have a terrible fear that she was about to warn them her stock of provisions was too valuable to be wasted on a batch of tramps.
"Of course, we"ll be glad to have you to supper, and breakfast, too, for that matter," she told them; "but I"m afraid I couldn"t find beds enough to go "round, even if you all doubled up."
At that the elongated scout gave a loud laugh; the clouds pa.s.sed from his face like magic. If he could only be positive of his regular rations it mattered nothing to Lil Artha where he laid his head.
"Oh! don"t let that little thing bother you, Mrs. Trotter," he hastened to say, thereby making himself spokesman for the crowd; "why, we"re used to camping out, you see, and in our time we"ve slept in the queerest beds you ever heard tell of. We can bunk in any old place, I give you my word."
"What"s the matter with sleeping in the barn?" asked Toby, suddenly.
"That"s so," added Landy, eagerly; "it"s nearly full of nice sweet hay, cut only a month or so back. Me to hit the hay every time."
In fact, the idea seemed to appeal to all of them. They had planned to make their camp just as circ.u.mstances permitted, and this thing of spending the first night in a hay barn was romantic enough to suit the fancy of any scout who loved adventure and the Big Outdoors.
So it was quickly settled.
The boys were shown the barn by the eager Johnny, who could hardly finish his numerous ch.o.r.es on account of the excitement surrounding him. It was an event of prime importance, according to his mind, when seven real scouts came and took the farmhouse of the Trotters by storm.
That supper was one never to be forgotten by the fellows.
Why, according to Lil Artha, and he ought to know as well as the next one, the table fairly _groaned_ under the weight of good things which the farmer"s wife kept placing upon it.
"Talk about your festive board," the tall scout afterwards remarked to several of his pards, "that table just talked, that"s what it did, and in the sweetest tones you ever heard. Yum! yum, wouldn"t I like to board with the lady of the Trotter Farm for just one long week. I"d pick up flesh at the rate of five pounds per day. The only trouble would be about getting into my clothes in the end."
Johnny had shown them where they were to sleep, so that each fellow could fix himself to his best advantage. This was done ahead of time, for all of them knew how difficult it was to manage such things by the aid of a wretched stable lantern.
Elmer saw that Johnny was fairly itching to tell him something, and so he managed to get the bound boy aside just as darkness was creeping along.
"What have you got up your sleeve, Johnny?" he demanded, at which the other had a laughing spell, and confessed.
"Why, you see, I got a trap all rigged out!" he started to explain.
"A trap for the chicken thieves, do you mean?" asked the patrol leader.
"That"s the ticket, Elmer. Yuh see, I reckoned that by now they"d be gettin" real tired o" jest plain hen, and might feel like climbin"
higher. We gut some whoopin" nice young turks that like tuh roost in a certain tree. Easiest thing in the world tuh grab a couple in the night, and kerry "em off. So I fixed it."
"Suppose you let me take a look at the trap you made, Johnny?"
suggested Elmer, naturally interested.
"Jest what I was agoin" tuh ask yuh tuh do, Elmer. And I guess now it wouldn"t be a bad ijee fur the rest tuh kim along, too. If so be there"s a kerflummix in the middle o" the night, they ought tuh know what she means."
Now, Elmer himself could not exactly find a definition for that word, but he had a faint idea Johnny meant a big noise or a row. At any rate he was glad of the chance to invite the other six scouts to accompany them.
Elmer lighted a lantern, and after the boys had gathered around he led them away from the big barn.
Presently, at some little distance, he came to a halt.
"This here"s the tree the turks hes picked out tuh roost in. Some o"
"em likes tuh fly "way up, but others prefers the bottom limbs. If a feller"s keerful he kin climb up and wring the necks o" as many as he wants. Young turks they don"t know nigh as much as old uns, yuh see.
Now I"ll show yuh how I sets my trap."
First of all they noticed that there was what appeared to be a drygoods box exactly under the tree.
"Seems to me you"re making it mighty easy for the chicken thieves when they drop around, with that box right under the lower row of turkeys?"
suggested Toby, upon discovering this fact.
Johnny Spreen gurgled over with laughter.
"Say, d"ye reckon so?" he exclaimed; "well, by hokey! now, that"s part of the game, sure it be."
"Oh! then you really want them to climb up on that big box when trying to grab one of the young turkeys?" asked Lil Artha.