"It"s only a question of time, then, before we pa.s.s out of the swamp,"
the other went on to say. "And as we"ve got our trail all laid out, and Seth knows the best places to try the mud, I guess we"ll make it."
He was already thinking deeply and seriously. A sudden wild hope had flashed into Paul"s brain, and if all went well he meant to put it up to the other scouts after a while.
When he looked at his watch he found that it was now just a quarter after ten; and doing some lightning calculating he believed they could be out of the mora.s.s, discounting any serious trouble, by another hour.
Then, supposing it took them forty-five minutes to get Mr. Anderson to the nearest farm house, even though they had to make a rude stretcher, and carry him, that brought the time to exactly noon.
Could they really do it, make the eighteen miles that still lay between themselves and the field at Beverly, where they were expected to show up some time that day, if they hoped to win the prize?
Some how the very possibility of being put upon his mettle gave Paul a thrill. He had no doubts concerning his own ability to finish the great hike within the specified s.p.a.ce of time, before the sun had vanished behind the western horizon, but it was a grave question whether some of the other scouts could accomplish the task. There was Eben for instance, never a wonder when it came to running; and then fat Noodles would be apt to give out before two-thirds of those eighteen miles had been placed behind them.
But if there was a ghost of a chance Paul was determined to take advantage of it, and he believed that even the laggards would be keen to make the attempt, once he mentioned the subject to them.
And so they kept pushing steadily along, Mr. Anderson showing wonderful pluck, considering the pain he must be suffering all the while from his numerous bruises and cuts.
CHAPTER XV
ON THE HOME-STRETCH
Perhaps they were becoming experts at the game; or it might be that the going back over familiar ground made the job easier, since they could see each slippery place where an accident had happened on the outward trip, and thus grow additionally cautious.
Be that as it might, they made very few missteps on the return journey.
Even Mr. Anderson managed to do himself great credit, and Seth did not have to help him up on the narrow ridge more than three or four times; nor were any of his mishaps of a serious nature.
In due time, therefore, they came in sight of the place where Eben and Noodles had been left. Their voices must have warned the pair that they were coming, for they could be seen shading their eyes with their hands to shut out the glare of the sun, as they watched the string of figures slowly picking a path through the sea of mud and water.
Apparently they must have counted an extra form among the muddy group; and just had to give expression to their satisfaction; for Noodles yelped excitedly, while Eben sent out a series of blasts from his bugle, which, upon examination, seemed to bear some faint earmarks to "Lo, the Conquering Hero Comes!"
And when they landed at this half-way stage in their tiresome journey, Mr. Anderson had to be introduced to the remaining members of the Beaver Patrol. He also insisted on shaking hands with them, as he had done all the others, and letting them know his now exalted opinion about the ability of Boy Scouts to do wonders, all of which was sweetest music in the ears of the pair who had been cheated out of their share of the honors in the actual rescue party.
When the march was resumed--and Paul hastened matters as much as he could in reason--Noodles and Eben insisted on asking many questions as to just how they had found the balloonist. They grew quite excited when they heard about the mother wildcat and her savage little kittens; and even indulged in speculations as to what a great time they would have had defending themselves, had a trio like that paid them a visit.
Oh! it was certainly wearisome work, keeping up that strained position of the leg muscles so long. Paul began to fear that they would never be able to accomplish the other task beyond, for he heard Noodles take his regular plunges every little while, and judged that the stout boy must by this time be a sight calculated to make his mother shed tears, if ever she saw him in such a state.
But all things must come to an end, and finally Seth gave a shout, like unto the glad whoop a wrecked mariner might set up at sight of land ahead.
"There"s the place where we started in, Paul; yes, and I can see that queer tree at the spot the trapper"s path ended, and the fun began!" he exclaimed.
"Bless you, Seth, for those comforting words!" called out Eben from close to the rear of the procession.
"One last little bulge, and then victory for us!" Fritz remarked, and if the gladness expressed in his voice could be taken as an index to the feelings of his heart, then the scout must be a happy fellow just then, when the clouds rolled away, to let the sun shine again.
Of course they made it without any more trouble than Noodles giving a last try at the friendly mud, as though wanting to really find out whether it did have any bottom down below or not. And when they took some sticks, and sc.r.a.ped the worst of the sticky mess off his face, Noodles promised to be a sight indeed. But Paul a.s.sured him that they would stop at the first spring they came across, in order to allow him to wash some of the stuff off.
"Ain"t we a n.o.bby looking bunch of scouts now, though?" remarked Fritz, as he glanced ruefully down at his muddy uniform; for as a rule the boy had been quite particular with his clothes, having reformed after joining the organization.
"It"s too bad you were put to such straits to help me," declared Mr.
Anderson, heartily, "and I mean to do everything in my power to keep you from feeling sorry that you gave up all chances of winning that beautiful trophy today. It was a shame, and I regret having been the unfortunate cause of it more than I can tell you."
"Oh! perhaps there might be a _little_ bit of a chance left to us yet, sir," said Paul; at which every one of the other seven scouts p.r.i.c.ked up his ears and crowded around.
"What d"ye mean, Paul, by sayin" that?" demanded Seth, his eyes opening wide as they became glued upon those of the scoutmaster, for knowing Paul as he did, he understood that the other must have some clever idea in mind.
"Yes, tell us what the scheme is?" pleaded Jotham, who had been really more disappointed of giving up the hike than any of the others; for he knew his mother, and a certain girl Jotham thought a good deal of, would be on the grandstand at the baseball grounds, waiting to cheer him as he pa.s.sed by with his fellow scouts.
"It all depends on how long it takes us to get Mr. Anderson to the nearest farmhouse," Paul went on.
"Why, I remember seeing a house near the road just below where we left it to head for the swamp!" spoke up Fritz, eagerly, "and I guess we could carry him there in less"n half an hour if we had to."
At that the aeronaut spoke up.
"I protest. Please don"t take me into consideration at all, boys," he hastened to say, "if there"s the remotest chance for you to make your race, leave me right here, and start off. I"ll find my way to the road, and then a farmhouse, where they"ll take me in, and have me looked after. You"ve done wonders for me as it is, saved my life, I haven"t the least doubt; and I"m going to remember it, you can depend, but I wish you"d let me take care of myself from now on."
But Paul shook his head. He understood the feeling that prompted the gentleman to speak in this vein; but he did not think Mr. Anderson was as well able to look out for himself as he would have them believe.
"We never do things by halves, sir," the scoutmaster said, steadily. "If you can hobble along with one of us on either side to help, we"ll go that way; but if it"s too much of an effort then I"ll show you how smart we are about making a litter out of some of these saplings here on which we"ll carry you."
Mr. Anderson looked pleased to hear Paul talk in this confident way; but would not listen to such a thing as treating him like a badly wounded man.
"Give me a shoulder to lean on, and I"m sure I can make it in decent time, boys," he declared.
So Paul ranged on his right, with st.u.r.dy Seth closing up on the left, and in this fashion they started out.
The road was no great distance away, it will be remembered; and in less than ten minutes they had reached it. Then turning toward distant Beverly, they commenced to cover the ground they had previously gone over.
There was no mistake about the farmhouse, in due time it was reached.
Their arrival quite excited the little household, for the men had come in from the fields to their midday meal.
Paul did not want to stop to explain matters; all that could be left to Mr. Anderson. The odor of dinner did make more than one of the scouts raise his eyebrows, and exchange a suggestive look with another; but they realized that every minute was precious to them now, and that they just could not stay long enough to sit and partake, though the farmer cordially invited them.
They did accept a few things to munch at as they walked along; and promised to send word to a certain address which the aeronaut gave them; and in fact Paul was to notify a committee by wire that disaster had overtaken the _Great Republic_, but that the aeronaut was safe, and wished the news to be communicated to his wife at a certain hotel in St.
Louis.
Of course all of the boys knew what the new hope that had come to Paul amounted to. He had, with his customary carefulness, shown them in black and white figures just the number of miles that still remained uncovered, about eighteen in all, and then they figured out when the sun would be setting at Beverly.
"Six full hours, and then some," Seth had declared, with a look of contempt; as though he could see no reason why they should not come in on time easily. "Why, of course we c"n do it, and then not half try.
Now, you"d think I"d be feeling stiff after that crouching work in the swamp. All a mistake. Never fitter in my life. I could start on a run right now, and cover some miles without an effort."
"Well, don"t do it, then," advised Paul, "you know what happens to the racer who makes too big an effort in the start. Get warmed up to your work, and there"s a chance to hold out. Better be in prime condition for the gruelling finish. That"s the advice one of the greatest all-around athletes gives. So we"ll start at a fair pace, and later on, if it becomes necessary we"ll be able to run some."
Of course Paul was thinking while he said this of the weak links in the chain, no other than Eben and Noodles. The latter was a wretched runner at best. He could walk fairly well, after a fashion, as his work of the last three days proved; and by judicious management Paul hoped to coax Noodles along, mile after mile.
As they walked they munched the sandwiches provided at the farm house where Mr. Anderson had been left. Thus they killed two birds with one stone, as Paul put it--continued to cover a couple of precious miles while securing strength and comfort from the food.