"I should say so!" exclaimed Tommy. "We went to Lake Superior and got into a nest of diamond smugglers, and we went to the Florida Everglades and got into a bunch of swamp outlaws and wreckers, and I"ve been counting on a nice quiet vacation this trip."
"We surely do have bad luck on our outing trips!" laughed Sandy. "But I rather enjoy the excitement after all!" he added, with a grin.
"Well, you wait until you get a band of train robbers shooting from one side, and a band of cowboys shooting from the other side, and you won"t think it"s so funny!" exclaimed George.
While the boys talked they heard a rustling in the long gra.s.s to the north and east, and directly a figure, crouching low and apparently walking with great caution, appeared in view.
"That"s one now!" whispered Tommy.
"That"s right!" returned Sandy. "That"s one coward!"
"Oh, I see," Tommy whispered. "That"s Katz!"
The stranger now approached the fire, swinging his rifle jauntily in his hand and throwing his shoulders back until his body swung forward with a decided strut. He looked from one boy to the other as he came closer, apparently seeking to learn from their expressions exactly what was in their minds. The boys" faces remained perfectly grave.
"It"s no use!" Katz said in a moment, putting the b.u.t.t of his gun down to the ground and leaning on the barrel. "It"s no use whatever!"
The boys eyed the speaker suspiciously, but said nothing.
"I followed on as fast as I could!" Katz continued. "But they were on horseback, and I was on foot, so what could I do? Besides, it was too dark that I couldn"t see to shoot," he went on.
"Oh, you went out after the robbers, did you?" asked Will, not caring to call the fellow"s attention to the fact that he ran away to the north before the riders made their appearance.
"Why, yes!" was the reply. "What else could I do?"
The boys suspected that Katz had returned to the vicinity of the camp in time to hear the officer explain exactly what was going on. They were satisfied that he had not pursued the hors.e.m.e.n at all after they had pa.s.sed him, but decided not to enter into any argument with him.
"Well," Will said in a moment. "If you"ll all go to bed now, I"ll sit up until morning. I don"t suppose you boys care to be wakened if we have any more midnight visitors?" he asked tentatively.
"You needn"t wake me up for any running race!" Tommy commented.
"If it"s all the same to you," Katz suggested, "I prefer to sleep the remainder of the night. Of course," he went on, "if you need me for your defence, you need have no compunctions in waking me."
The boys laughed at the idea of calling upon the fellow to a.s.sist in defending the camp should necessity arise, and the object of their mirth glared at them suspiciously as he turned away to his tent.
In half an hour the camp was quiet again, with Will sitting in front of the fire reading. The coyotes and wolves, which had been frightened away by the shooting and the clatter of hoofs, now came forward again, and Will was thinking seriously of taking a shot at a great gray beast when a soft call came from the darkness.
"h.e.l.lo!" the voice said. "h.e.l.lo!"
"Come up and show yourself!" returned Will.
"Will you give me something to eat if I come up?"
"Sure I will," replied the boy with a grin. "Meals at all hours, you know! We usually run a hotel where we stop."
"Well you"ve got a customer right now!" came the voice from the darkness, and the next moment the figure of a lad of about fourteen made its appearance in the glow of the fire.
Will stood regarding the boy with open-eyed amazement for a moment and then swung his hand forward in the full salute of a Boy Scout.
"That"s all right!" the strange boy cried. "I"m glad to see that you"re a Boy Scout. I mean to be one some day, but I"m only a tenderfoot now! I haven"t had any chance for advancement yet."
"What Patrol?" asked Will.
"Beaver, Chicago!" was the reply.
"That"s my patrol!" exclaimed Will in amazement.
"You"re the scoutmaster," the boy said, "I"ve seen you in Chicago."
"Strange I don"t remember you!" replied Will.
"Oh, I"m only a tenderfoot," was the answer, "and of course, you don"t know all the new boys!"
"What are you doing here?" asked Will.
"I"m running away!" was the reply. "You see," the boy went on, "I got tired of living in Chicago, and sleeping in alleys in summer and warm hallways in winter, so I just made up my mind I"d make a break for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."
"But how did you come to walk up into this country?"
"I started out to get a job herding sheep," was the answer, "and I kept travelling, and travelling, without getting any job, and so here I am, hungry, and ready to go back to Chicago on the slightest provocation!"
"What"s your name?"
"Chester Winslow."
"Well, Chester," Will laughed, "it won"t take me long to get you something to eat, and then you"d better go to bed. You"ll have to double up with another stranger who came along earlier in the evening, but I guess you can sleep two in a bed, especially as the bed is made up on the ground and you can"t fall out."
The boy ate a very hearty supper, and five minutes later Will heard him snoring. When daylight came and the sleepers arose, Katz stumbled out of his tent with angry exclamations on his lips.
"What"s doing here?" he shouted. "Have I come into the home of the Forty Thieves? When I went to bed last night I had a police badge, and a rifle, and a revolver, and quite a lot of money! Now I haven"t got a thing except the clothes I"ve got on! What kind of a game do you call this? If it"s a joke, it"s a mighty poor one!"
Will went to the tent Katz had occupied and looked inside. There was no one there, and he hastened back to the angry man.
"Where"s the strange boy who slept with you last night?" he asked.
"Strange boy?" repeated Katz scornfully. "You can"t work that game on me! You boys have taken my property, and you"d better be giving it up!
If you don"t there"ll be trouble!"
"We"re not afraid of any trouble from you!" Tommy said, with an angry snort. "If you go to accusing us of stealing your stuff, you"ll get your crust caved in!"
Then the boy turned to Will with an interrogation point in both eyes.
Will saw the question and answered it.
"Shortly after midnight," he said, "a boy who gave the name of Chester Winslow, his age as fourteen, his rank as Tenderfoot, came here and told a hard luck story about tramping from Chicago. I gave him something to eat and put him to bed with Mr. Katz."
"Then the fellow is a little thief! That"s all I"ve got to say about it!" exclaimed Katz, not quite so aggressive, now that he saw that the boys were inclined to resent insults, and remembering that he had no revolver with which to enforce his demands!
Shortly after breakfast the figures of four burros, heavily laden, and two men appeared at the south, heading directly for the camp.