"That was only a kingfisher calling," said Lil Artha, who knew all about such things; "see, there he flits across that little bayou, and perches on the limb that overhangs the water. He"s after his dinner, I guess, and was calling to his mate. But lead the way, Conrad, and we"ll keep along after you."
They began to follow the uneven indentations of the sh.o.r.e. Elmer knew that this must be the favorite course taken by the fish poacher when going to see what his set lines held. A plain trail it was, and even Rufus or Alec might have followed it most of the way; though at times they would have hard work to pick it out, since the heavy rain had washed things pretty badly.
But Conrad knew where he was going, and just at which point they were to turn their backs on Mirror Lake, heading for its mate near by.
"We"ll like as not run across the intake or outlet of this water," Lil Artha told the two new scouts, "because, of course, the lakes are connected by a little stream. And sure enough, there it is right now."
Both tenderfeet were visibly impressed with this show of knowledge on the part of the elongated scout. Doubtless they mentally determined that eventually they too would be able to tell just such things by using the power of deduction that a scout"s education puts into his head.
Conrad turned sharply upon arriving at the small stream. Elmer noticed that it ran _from_ the lake they were just in the act of leaving; and this fact told him the other must set somewhat lower down, and have an outlet of its own.
All these things were interesting enough to fellows who had made a habit of observing whatever took place around them; nevertheless, Elmer wished the main object of their coming might be attained without much further loss of time. He was himself beginning to grow exceedingly nervous from the long-continued strain; and could understand just how poor Conrad must feel.
Lil Artha was more and more amazed to learn what a wild bit of scenery lay within thirty miles of the home town. He never would have believed it possible, had he been told about it by any one; but seeing is a convincing way of settling things, and Lil Artha certainly knew he could depend on his own eyes.
Through small openings among the trees they quickly caught glimpses of the other sheet of water. The second lake was about the same in size as the first, but lacked of the wonderfully rugged surroundings that made the other so beautiful. Still, had they not set eyes on Mirror Lake, the boys would have quickly called this one a spot well worth a long tramp just to see, not to mention its potentialities along the line of fishing.
Once again they had come across a fallen tree that lay close to the trail, even bridging the little stream with its trunk, and forming a picture that Elmer immediately resolved to take with his snapshot camera before leaving the region.
"Looks to me," remarked Rufus shrewdly, "as if the old storm must have hit this particular section a whole lot more violently than any place we"ve struck so far. Right from where we stand I can see three, yes, four trees that have been uprooted, and tumbled over, all lying in the same direction, too, which is odd, I should think."
"Oh! that"s a common occurrence," said Lil Artha, "I"ve seen hundreds of fallen trees in a place where a hurricane pa.s.sed through the timber, and they lay like a sheaf of matches, all in the same identical direction.
You see, the same wind took them down, as it did here. But so far as I can notice, there"s no sign of anybody under this tree; how about it, Elmer?"
"No, he wasn"t here when this fellow crashed down," admitted the other, in a satisfied tone. "He had either pa.s.sed farther along, or else had not reached this place."
"Then let"s go on farther," pleaded Conrad.
Lil Artha knew that their chances of finding Jem were gradually getting less and less, as they covered more of the ground he must have pa.s.sed over. He wondered what they should do if after all their efforts they could manage to obtain no trace of the missing man. Perhaps it would be good policy to head for the cabin, in the hope that since Conrad had left, his father might have managed to make his way home, and consequently they would find him there, too weak and exhausted to start out again.
"We must go around the lake, to make sure," the boy was saying in a strained tone that cut Elmer to the heart, because he could understand how Conrad must be beginning to fear that his father was dead, since he did not answer any of his cries.
As they began to circle the new sheet of water, Conrad again lifted his childish treble and kept calling that one word: "father!" He seemed to have faith to believe that if only he could reach the ears of Jem Shock, an answer of some kind would be immediately forthcoming.
Again his appeals were mocked by some of the startled birds, unaccustomed to having their solitary haunts invaded by two-legged creatures that gave forth such doleful sounds. Step by step the little party persevered along their course, following the sh.o.r.e of the second lake. It was harder going than before, because of the density of the growth surrounding this body of water; but Conrad kept along, always on the lookout for signs or sounds that would a.s.sure him success was near at hand.
After all, it was Lil Artha who gave the word, and he thrilled them when he went on to say:
"I think I heard a voice just then, fellows, and it seemed to come from over on the other side of that little bayou just ahead of us. Get a good grip on yourself, Conrad, because mebbe we"re going to find him right away."
The boy was really beyond the power of making any verbal reply, but the look he threw Lil Artha, because of those cheering words, was full of grat.i.tude. To gain the other side of the indentation, they must go around for quite some distance. Conrad, too, had by now managed to remember something; and finding his voice he weakly remarked:
"Oh, yes! I know now where we are. Father told me he always had the best luck with a line set from that point over there. The fish seem to be larger than anywhere else about the lake, too. Oh! and I can see that there is another big tree down, right in sight!"
Elmer knew that this was so, for he himself had already made the same significant discovery. He raised his voice and gave a l.u.s.ty shout.
"Jem--Jem Shock, are you there?" was what he called.
Then they all listened eagerly. A woodp.e.c.k.e.r tapped noisily on a dead stump; but even the breeze seemed to temporarily stop rustling through the tops of the tall trees, as though sympathizing with their anxiety, and bent on giving all possible chances for their hearing any reply to this hail.
"There, somebody answered you, Elmer," snapped Rufus, delightedly.
"We"ve found him," said Elmer, gravely. "Be brave now, my boy," as he laid a hand affectionately on the shoulders of poor trembling Conrad.
"For one thing, he"s alive, and that"s enough to be thankful for."
"Yes, oh! yes, I _am_ thankful!" cried the boy, "but please hurry, Elmer. Oh! what he must have suffered; but he _did_ answer you, didn"t he, and so he must be alive! Poor father. We"re coming!" he tried to call aloud, though the effort only resulted in a screech; "I"m here, father, your own Conrad! Mother sent me to find you. Just be patient, and we"ll soon reach you. Oh! if only I had wings how glad I would be!"
Elmer and Lil Artha led the way. They quickly started around the tongue of marshy land bordering the little bay, for the ground was low there; and doubtless the natural outlet of the twin lakes would be discovered somewhere in that section, the scouts concluded.
Now they were advancing upon the fallen tree. They could see it was a big one, and that it reached almost to the water"s edge as it lay there, a derelict of the recent storm.
Every eye was keenly on the alert to discover a first sign of the unfortunate poacher who had been caught, not by the stern hand of the law, but through a freak of the storm, and pinned to the ground, so that he was utterly helpless to free himself from the toils.
Then Conrad gave a sudden shriek.
"I see him!" was the burden of his shrill cry. "Oh! there, he moved and tried to wave his hand at me! Elmer, did you see him do that? He"s really alive, and that is enough for me!"
CHAPTER XV
RUFUS MAKES A STAND
THEY were quickly at the tree, for every one just had to keep up with Conrad, who fairly flew along, such was his eagerness. Elmer saw immediately that they had a pretty tough job before them, for the tree in falling had caught Jem Shock fairly and squarely in a trap. A good-sized limb bore him down so that he could hardly do more than breathe.
His face was streaked with blood from various scratches, and so he looked considerably worse than might otherwise have been the case. At sight of Conrad, however, he actually smiled, which was enough to prove what a hold the lad had upon the father"s heart.
"We"ll get you out of that in short order, Jem," said Elmer, promptly.
"You see, we fetched our ax along for just such a purpose. Lil Artha, get busy, and start a cross-cut of this limb. Strike in about here. I"ll spell you if you want me to."
"Shucks! watch the chips fly, that"s all!" jeered the tall fellow, as he immediately set to work; and the lively ring of steel smiting hard wood rang through the aisles of the adjacent forest as well as out upon the water of the second lake, where a loon was swimming, and watching these newcomers suspiciously.
Elmer noted the fact that the limb seemed to have fallen directly across only one of Jem"s legs, a rather peculiar circ.u.mstance, by the way, he considered. There was not the least doubt in his mind but that the leg must have been broken; indeed, he could already see that this was so.
Apparently, then, they must be ready to make that stretcher which had already been mentioned to the greenhorns; but then such a task presented few real difficulties to experienced scouts, trained in all the ways of the woods, where every one had to _know_ how to do things.
Conrad was fondling his father, who had one free arm about the shoulders of the little chap. No doubt Conrad took occasion to tell Jem how kind these new friends of his had been, and how readily they had responded to his appeal for a.s.sistance.
The scout-master wondered just how Jem would take it. That proud spirit of his was bound to show itself. He might feel indebted to the others, and not mind so much, but to realize that one of his rescuers was the son and heir of the very Snodgra.s.s whom he believed he had such abundant cause to despise and hate, would gall him, and "cut to the quick."
Yes, Elmer, watching, could see the different shades of feeling crossing the strong face of the injured man, just as sometimes he had observed clouds chasing athwart the blue sky in fleecy array. Love for the child; pain because of his injury and long wait there by the lakeside; suspicion concerning the presence of Rufus Snodgra.s.s, and something like genuine grat.i.tude toward the rest of the scouts--all these varying emotions Elmer could detect as they pa.s.sed in review across the face of the other.
In the endeavor to take Jem"s thoughts from his late precarious condition, Elmer now started to talk with him, asking how it happened that a woodsman of his long experience should be caught by a falling tree in a storm.
The man laughed a bit harshly, as though disgusted with himself.
"It was an accident, pure and simple, boy," he went on to say. "Jem Shock never believed he would be caught like a rat in a trap; but I ducked the wrong way, my foot slipped, and before I could recover I was down. So I"ve lain here for hours, hoping my Conrad might come along, for he knew about the lakes, and where I went to look after my fish-lines. I never once thought about you boys. Yes, I"m glad, of course, you came, because Conrad never could have got me out alone; only it hurts me to be beholden to _his_ son."