The success which had attended Ned"s efforts thus far encouraged the scouts very much indeed. Little things often carry considerable weight, especially when boys are concerned. Besides, there are times when even a thistle down will point to the way the wind is blowing. And a small success spelled greater things in store for them.
Accordingly, they all hurried as fast as the conditions would allow.
Fortunately, there were few obstructions in the way to give them cause for trouble. Here and there they discovered a slight fissure, in which Ned warned them to be careful not to catch a foot, lest they get a bad wrench that might even amount to a sprain.
Once or twice Ned thought it best to make doubly sure by halting long enough to lower his light, and take another quick look at the floor.
What he saw appeared to encourage him greatly; at least the other scouts knew when he once more continued the forward progress, that it was all right.
And it may be easily believed that the two experienced guides had watched all these goings-on with considerable curiosity, as well as satisfaction. It was in a line with their practical woods education, so that they could appreciate what Ned set out to accomplish.
The Indian had grunted his approval as soon as he saw the boy get down on his knees to look for a trail in the slight layer of dust; while Francois could have been heard chuckling to himself at a great rate, showing how tickled he felt over the smartness of the patrol leader.
"Say, don"t you feel something like a breath of fresh air?" asked Jimmy, when they had been pushing along for several minutes in this rapid manner.
"Yes, you"re right about that," admitted Jack.
"Oh, I felt it before Jimmy said a single word," Teddy remarked. "I was sucking it in for all I was worth, because after that dust got to going, it"s been hard to breathe at all."
"Must be the outlet, don"t you think, Ned?" questioned Frank.
"We"ll all hope so," came the reply from the leader.
"P"raps the three men may be hanging around meaning to keep us from rushing the exit, if we happen to come along that way?" Jimmy next advanced; for his mind was so fashioned that he could think of more objections in a minute than would occur to any one else in an hour.
"Well, they"ll wish they had"nt, then," said Jack, belligerently. "All told, we"re seven against three; and what with our guns, we ought to put up a pretty stiff sort of a battle."
"Well, I guess so," grunted Jimmy, immediately appeased by the prospect of action, which always satisfied a certain longing in his soul; for doubtless the ancestors of the Irish boy had once fought at Donnybrook Fair in the Old Country.
The atmosphere certainly grew fresher as they continued to push forward.
This fact told them they must be approaching an opening where the outer air managed to gain ingress to the fissure.
Then they noticed that it was no longer so intensely dark as it had heretofore been. Ned concluded that it would be policy for them to lessen the illumination they were making with their torches.
"Shut off your light, Jimmy, Teddy and Frank," he told them.
n.o.body asked why this must be done. They had learned the lesson of implicit obedience to those in authority, as every scout has to do before he can qualify for any honors, or medals, or rise from being a tenderfoot to the place of a second or first-cla.s.s scout.
Indeed, doubtless, most of the boys guessed the answer as soon as Ned gave the order, for they were a quick-witted lot. They could reason it out that the less illumination they caused, the more chance for them to attain their end, which was to burst out of the back door of the mine, and make their escape.
"I see it!" Jack exclaimed, as he caught sight of a dazzling mark ahead, which must be the sunlight shining beyond the black tunnel or fissure.
The prospect of a speedy release cheered them wonderfully. It served to even quicken their steps, though they had already been making fair progress.
"Only one thing to bother about now, eh, Ned?" Frank asked.
"That"s all," came the terse reply, for Ned was busily engaged keeping his eyes fixed on the opening, that was gradually growing wider, and possibly trying to make up his mind what chance there was of finding it unguarded.
"If those three huskies are waiting beyond, ready to give us a volley when we poke our noses out, we"ll have a battle royal on our hands, let me tell you," Teddy announced as his opinion.
There was nothing new in that, for all the others had guessed the same thing, before he spoke. At the same time it caused them to clutch their weapons with more determination than ever, after Teddy had voiced their sentiments in this way. They were now so near the exit that Ned first asked Jack to "douse his glim," and shortly afterwards followed suit himself.
There was no further necessity for artificial light, since enough of the natural kind sifted in through that opening.
Ned gave a word of caution just then.
"Carefully, now!"
They fairly crept up to the gap in the rocks, and looked out. It was possible to see for some little distance beyond the opening. They saw bushes, and piled-up rocks in abundance, behind which there might be enemies hiding.
Ned turned to Francois.
"Find out if there is anybody waiting there, Francois!" he simply said, knowing that the other was perfectly capable of doing what he was told.
It pleased the old voyageur to be called upon in a crisis. He immediately crept forward on hands and knees. They saw him take his slouch hat from his head and fix it on the end of his gun barrel; after which he thrust it forward until it was in plain sight without the exit of the mine.
A prompt response met this challenge. They heard the sudden spiteful crack of a gun, but as Ned had cautioned them to seek shelter behind various outcropping spurs of rock, no damage was done.
"Gee! it knocked Francois" hat off all right, believe me!" exclaimed Jimmy, after he had raised his head cautiously, much as a turtle would have done.
The guide made no effort to recover his headgear. He had instantly looked out after the shot came, as meaning to learn where the marksman was located, so that he could return the compliment of his fire.
A puff of gray smoke told him this fact, and without even waiting for orders Francois leveled his own gun and blazed away.
"Oh! listen to that, would you?" cried Jimmy, as they heard a bellow of mingled pain and rage break forth from the thicket into which the bullet from the voyageur"s rifle had sped like a flash.
"Down again, mebbe more shoot!" the Cree guide was heard to call out; and _apparently_ he read the signs correctly, for hardly had the scouts "ducked" once more than there was a crash of two guns, telling that the entire force of the enemy must be opposed to them.
This time Jimmy could not be restrained. He had been fairly burning to get in some active work, and without even waiting for orders, he began to rattle off the shots from his repeating gun, in rapid-fire style.
He had taken pattern from the method adopted by Francois, and sent his lead in the direction where he saw wreaths of smoke curling forth. Teddy and Frank also felt savage enough at being fired on without warning to give back a single shot apiece, but the other two held their ammunition.
If they meant to rush the exit now was the time to do it, Ned knew. It would be folly to wait until the enemy had recovered from the confusion into which they may have been thrown by this volley.
"Now, charge, and scatter all you can; so as to keep from being hit!"
called out Ned, as he sprang for the opening.
They burst out with a cheer, as though under the impression that in this way it might be possible to send further dismay into the hearts of the three men who had, of course, been compelled to either fly, or else lie low while the shooting was going on.
There were a couple of shots, but sent in under such conditions that they failed to find a billet, and were wasted. Those who fired were possibly more concerned about their own safety just then, than the chances of cutting down any of the exploring party.
Led by Ned, they swept over the open s.p.a.ce and plunged into the wilderness of rocks and scraggy brush beyond. One look the patrol leader gave, after they found themselves in the shelter of the screening bushes.
"Anybody hit?" he asked, anxiously.
"Don"t know for sure," spoke up Frank, "but something seemed to burn my leg, at the time they fired; and, by George! look what happened to my fine kahki trousers, would you?"
He pointed to a tear that could be plainly seen, showing where a bullet had gashed the tough material in pa.s.sing.
"Sure you"re not badly hurt, Frank?" asked Jack, solicitously.