But they were making pretty fair progress, all the same; and whenever any of the boys could venture to take their eyes off the faintly marked path they were following, long enough to send a quick look ahead, they saw that the antic.i.p.ated haven of temporary refuge loomed up closer all the time.
At least this was encouraging, and it served to put fresh zeal in those who had begun to almost despair of ever getting across the acre of mud that lay between the spot where they had last shouted, and the Promised Land.
They were a cheery lot, taken as a whole; and what was even better, they believed in pa.s.sing their enthusiasm along. So one, and then another, called out some encouraging words as the humor seized them.
Foot by foot, and yard by yard they moved along, Paul always cautious about venturing upon unknown ground; but finding a way to gain his end.
"Here"s a little patch of solid ground, and we can rest up for a minute or so," was the welcome announcement that came along the line of toiling scouts, and of course brought out various exclamations of delight.
It was indeed a great relief to be able to actually stand upright once more, so as to stretch the cramped muscles in their legs. Some of the boys even started to dancing, though Seth scorned to do anything like this, and pretended to make all manner of fun of their contortions.
"Talk about them cranes doing funny stunts when they get together and dance," he remarked, "I guess, now, they haven"t got anything on you fellers. Why, if anybody happened to see you carryin" on that way he"d sure believe the whole bunch had broke loose from some lunatic asylum.
When I dance I like to have some style about it, and not just hop around any old way."
So Seth took it out in stretching his arms, and rubbing the tired muscles of his legs.
It was Jotham who made a discovery. In jumping around he had by chance wandered a dozen yards away from the rest, when he was heard to give vent to a cry; and the other boys saw him dart forward, as if to pick something up from the ground.
"What is it, Jotham?" several cried in an eager chorus; for their nerves had been wrought up to a high tension by all they had gone through, and they felt, as Seth aptly expressed it, "like fiddle strings keyed to next door to the snapping point."
For answer Jotham turned and came toward the rest. He was carrying some object in his hand, and seemed to regard it with considerable interest, as though he felt that he had made an important discovery.
As he reached the others he held it up before the scoutmaster; and of course all could see what it was.
"A piece of old yellow cloth!" exclaimed Seth, in disgust, "say, you made all of us believe that you"d run across something worth while."
"How about it, Paul?" appealed Jotham, turning to the one whom he fancied would be more apt to understand, "don"t this tell a story; and ain"t it a pretty good clue to run across?"
"I should say, yes," replied Paul, as he took the article in question in his own hands, and felt of it eagerly, "because, you see, Seth, this is really silk, the queer kind they always make balloons out of. And that ought to tell us we"re on the right track. So you see it was an important pick-up, and ought to count one point for Jotham."
"Gee whittaker! you don"t say?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Seth, staring with considerable more respect at the foot of dingy yellow stuff which the scoutmaster was holding in his hands. "Well, if that"s so, then I pa.s.s along the honors to Jotham. But if a piece of the bally old balloon fell right here, Paul, don"t that tell us the wreck must a pa.s.sed over where we"re standing now?"
"Not the least doubt about that," a.s.serted the confident Paul, "and I was just looking up to see if I could make out the course it took.
Because it must have struck the top of a tree, to tear this piece loose."
"How about that one over yonder?" suggested Fritz, pointing as he spoke.
"Looks to me like the top was broke some, and I just bet you now that"s where the big gas-bag did strike first, when it started to drop in a hurry."
"Then following the course of the wind, which hasn"t changed this last hour, it would be carried on straight east," Paul continued, logically.
"Sure thing," declared Seth, "and if you look close now, you"ll glimpse where it struck that smaller bunch of trees just ahead, where we"re going to land soon. And Paul, hadn"t we better be trying our luck some more now? Guess all the boys must be rested, and if we"ve just _got_ to do the grand wading act, the sooner we get started the better."
"First let"s call out again, and see if we get any answer. It would cheer the poor fellow up some, if he happens to be lying there badly hurt; and if he does answer, we"ll get our bearings better. Hit it up, Fritz!"
They always turned to Fritz when they wanted volume of sound. That appeared to be his specialty, the one thing in which he certainly excelled.
Of course there was little need of any great noise, now that they had reason to believe the object of their solicitude must be close at hand; but then boys generally have plenty of spare enthusiasm, and when Fritz gave the required signal they let out a roar, as usual.
"There, that was certainly an answering call!" declared Jotham, proudly.
"Sounded like he said just two words--"help--hurry!"" spoke up Babe.
Somehow the rest seemed to be of about the same opinion, and the thought gave the scouts a strange thrill. Was the unfortunate aeronaut slowly bleeding to death, lying there amidst the bushes on that tongue of land?
They had given up their dearly cherished plan in order to rescue him, and had undergone considerable in the line of strenuous work, so as to arrive in time, and now that they were so close to the scene of his disaster it would be too bad if they were held back until it was too late to do him any good.
"Can"t we hit it up a little faster, Paul?" begged Andy, who was rather inclined to be impulsive, because of the warm Southern blood that flowed in his veins.
They had once more started on, and were really making pretty good progress; but when one gives way to impatience, it may seem that a fair amount of speed is next door to standing still.
Paul understood the generous impulse that caused the Kentucky boy to speak in this strain and while he knew that it was dangerous to attempt any swifter pace than they were then making, still, for once, he bowed to the will of the majority, and began to increase his speed.
All went well, for beyond a few minor mishaps they managed to get along.
What if one of the scouts did occasionally slip off the wretched footing, and splash into the mud; a helping hand was always ready to do the needful, and the delay could hardly be noticed.
"There"s the beginning of the firm ground just ahead!" Paul presently remarked, thinking to cheer his comrades with the good news.
"Oh! joy!" breathed Jotham, who often used queer expressions, that is, rather odd to hear from a boy.
Seth was the more natural one of the two when he gave vent to his delight by using the one expressive word:
"Bully!"
In a couple of minutes at this rate they would have reached the place where the slippery trail merged into the more solid ground.
Perhaps some of the others may not as yet have noticed strange sounds welling up out of the bushes beyond, but Paul certainly did, and he was greatly puzzled to account for the same.
That singular growling could not be the wind pa.s.sing through the upper branches of the trees, for one thing. It seemed to Paul more like the snarling of an angry domestic cat, several times magnified.
For the life of him he could not imagine what a cat would be doing here in the heart of the dreaded Black Water Swamps. Surely no hermit could be living in such a dismal and inaccessible place; even a crazy man would never dream of pa.s.sing over such a terribly slippery ledge in order to get to and from his lonely habitation.
But if not a cat, what was making that angry snarling?
Paul knew next to nothing about balloons, but he felt pretty sure that even the escaping of gas could hardly produce such a sound--it might pa.s.s through a rent in the silk with a sharp hiss, but he could plainly catch something more than that.
And then his foot struck solid ground; with a sigh of relief he drew himself up, and turned to give a hand to Seth, next in line, if it was needed.
So they all came ash.o.r.e, so to speak, and delighted to feel able to stand in a comfortable position once more.
No time now for stretching or dancing, with that ugly snarling growing constantly deeper, and more angry in volume. Forward was the word, and Paul somehow felt glad that they gripped those handy staves, tried and true, with which every scout in course of time becomes quite adept. They would come in good play should there be any necessity for prompt action.
"Follow me, everybody," said Paul, as he started off.
"Count on us to back you up!" Seth declared, from which remark the scoutmaster understood that by now the others must have caught those suspicious sounds, and were trying to figure out what they stood for.
It seemed as if with every forward step he took, Paul could catch them more and more plainly. Nor was the snarling sound alone; now he believed he caught a rustling of dead leaves, and something that might be likened to low muttered words, as though the speaker were being hard pressed, and had little breath to spare.
Then, as he pushed through the last fringe of bushes that interfered with his view, Paul found himself looking upon the cause of all these queer noises.