"Better look out, fellowth," warned Dr. Ted. "I"ve heard they often hunt in coupleth, tho" there may be another of the vermin near by!"
But a hasty search failed to reveal a mate to the dead reptile. Mr.
Garrabrant seized upon the occasion to read a lecture to the scouts, telling them to live up to their motto, "Be prepared," and always keep an eye out when in the woods.
"That"s one danger we must never forget up here," he said; "and I"ve got a little phial I want every scout to carry along with him constantly.
To-night I"m going to explain just how to act in case any one of you finds himself struck by a snake, which, however, I sincerely hope will never happen, because they"re nasty things at best, and there"s always a chance that the remedy may not work in time to save the patient."
Ginger begged for the rattle, to serve as a reminder of his narrow escape, and so Elmer cut it off for him.
"If I had time I"d like to skin the beast," the latter remarked, "for he"s beautifully marked, and would make a nice tie, or a pocketbook. But in order to make a good job I"d require an hour or more, and we don"t want to carry the thing along with us until night."
"Why do you say "he" when you mention the rattler, Elmer?" asked Mr.
Garrabrant, who was not above seeking new information from one who had been fortunate enough to experience the actual realities of wild life.
"Well, you see that the skin has black diamond-shaped marks on it. If it had been a female these would have been more along a brownish order. At any rate, that"s what I"ve been told out where I met with these things frequently," Elmer stated.
"And I"ve no doubt but what you"re quite right, Elmer," remarked the scout master. "I"ve noticed the same thing in connection with quite a number of birds, the female being coated a modest brown, whereas the male was a l.u.s.trous black. But we must be moving. I"m glad, Ginger, that it isn"t necessary to practice on you for snakebite."
"Yas," muttered the black man, "an" de wustest t"ing "bout de hull bizness am de fack dat dey ain"t eben a single drap ob snake pizen in de hull bilin crowd. So "deed, I is right glad myself now dat de leetle critter didn"t git tuh me."
"And there goeth the only chance I"ve had this many a day to get a little anatomical practice," Ted was grumbling; though of course the boys understood that although his manner of talk might seem so blood-thirsty, the amateur surgeon was only joking.
But Ginger, after that, often watched Ted suspiciously and refused to be left alone in camp with him.
Ten minutes of stout rowing brought them to the mouth of Paradise Creek, where the waters from the other lake emptied into Jupiter. Joyfully they started to navigate these unknown regions. Elmer"s boat was in the lead, though for that matter not a single one in the party had ever before been as far up the chains of waterways as this.
When even the scout master realized that those who handled the oars were becoming exhausted, he called a halt and changed around, bringing fresh recruits forward. He himself did yeoman service pulling, and Ginger also made his muscles add considerable value to the progress of the second boat.
"Dis am suah de t"ing tuh make de appat.i.te," Ginger kept saying, as he tugged away, with the perspiration rolling down his black good-natured face. "Specks I done want dubble rations dis berry night, Cap"n. De laborer am worthy ob his hire, de good book say. An" dis am sartin suah hard wuk."
As the afternoon slowly pa.s.sed they realized that they must be getting closer and closer to the second sheet of water. n.o.body was sorry. And when the sun hung over the elevated horizon anxious looks began to be cast ahead.
Finally, almost without warning, the leading boat ran out of the creek, pa.s.sing around an abrupt bend, and a shout of delight announced that the lake had been reached at last.
It was indeed well named. Solitude seemed to hang over the whole picture, and if it could impress them in this way while the sun was still shining, what gloom must follow after the shades of night had fallen.
"Look around on this sh.o.r.e for a good site for a permanent camp, Elmer,"
remarked the scout master, pointing to the left. "I choose that because we will get some shelter from the wind, in case of a sudden storm.
Across the broad lake it would be apt to hit us doubly hard. Am I correct, Elmer?" Mr. Garrabrant went on.
"Yes, sir," replied the boy, quickly, "I should have done just as you did, and I think I can see a good spot for our camp; anyhow it looks that way from here. Give way again, fellows, and I"ll head the boat for our haven."
Ten minutes later, and the two boats had been run ash.o.r.e. Then an eager troop of aching lads tumbled out, to stretch themselves, and express delight over having finally reached their goal. Quite a number of them had really never before been away from home over night, so that it required more or less a.s.sumption of gayety on their part to conceal their real feelings. But by degrees these would grow accustomed to the separation, and in the end it was bound to make them more manly fellows.
Once again were the tents pitched. This time more care was taken, for they antic.i.p.ated a long stay, and ere breaking camp for the return trip it was not unlikely that they would be visited by one or more storms. So the stakes were driven well in, and each tent had a little gulley dug around the upper side, so as to turn water to the right and left in case of a flood in the shape of a down-pour.
Other of the scouts started making fire-places from the numerous stones.
They had had practice along these lines before now, closer at home, and the watchful eyes of the scout leaders took note of everything that was being done. When they saw that matters were not going just as cleverly as they could, a few words, perhaps a helping hand, straightened out the difficulty.
By the time the sun pa.s.sed beyond an outlying spur of the mountain things began to take on a pretty decent look. Several of the boys who were fond of fishing had been set to work digging bait, and going in the boats to likely spots pointed out by the experienced Elmer. Their excited cries presently announced that there was some prospect of the bill-of-fare that night having the magic name of "trout" among the tasty food exhibit.
"And my word for it we"ll need all we can get," laughed Mr. Garrabrant aside to his a.s.sistant, as he nodded his head to where Ginger was working l.u.s.tily, and smacking his lips as he kept one eye on the busy fisherman, "because Ginger tells me he"s awful fond of trout! It"s going to keep me hustling to supply all the appet.i.tes in this Camp Content of ours; for they"re developing most alarmingly."
But really Mr. Garrabrant was joking. He had foreseen just such a condition as this, knowing boys as well as he did, and made sure to add good measure to the quant.i.ty of food first planned for.
The fishermen presently brought in what catch they had made. Every one was both surprised and delighted to see the splendid size of the trout that had taken the bait.
"Why, this sure is a great snap!" exclaimed Lil Artha, who had been looking all around for various views which he antic.i.p.ated capturing on succeeding days. "We can have the toothsome trout whenever the spirit moves, and the fishermen get busy."
"And they pull like a house afire, too," declared Matty Eggleston, who had been one of the anglers. "I"ve caught black ba.s.s lots of times, but this is my first trout experience. Yum, yum, say, don"t they just smell fine, though? Look at Ginger walking up and down over by the sh.o.r.e of the lake! He"s that near starved he just can"t stay around any longer and sniff that delicious odor! Boys, ain"t it near time to call us to the fray? Oh, I"m that hollow I"m afraid I"ll break in two!"
"Supper"s ready, Mr. Garrabrant!" announced Ty Collins, who had been given a free hand as chief cook on this evening, while Elmer paid attention to various other things.
"Call the boys in then, and we"ll see if it tastes as good as it smells.
Sound the a.s.sembly, Mark," called the scout master, himself not at all averse to the pleasant duty of satisfying the inner man"s clamorings.
So the bugler sent out the sweet call, and even Ginger seemed to know what it meant, for he came hurrying along to serve the dinner, a broad grin stamped on his ebony face, and his mouth stretched almost from ear to ear.
"This is what I call solid comfort," observed Mark, as he tasted the crisp trout, and decided that it was finer than any fish he had ever eaten in all his life.
A chorus of approving grunts and nods followed his a.s.sertion, for as a rule the scouts were too busily occupied just then to say much. Ginger had not been compelled to wait until they were through, under the existing conditions that would have been next door to a crime, because the poor old chap was really frantic for something to stop the awful craving he had. So, after helping the entire bunch he was allowed to dip in and sit in a retired spot, where the tremendous champing noise he made while "feeding" might not annoy the rest.
Afterward, when everyone admitted that "enough was as good as a feast,"
they lay around taking things easy. Ginger gathered up the cooking utensils, and the numerous pannikins and tin cups used by the troop. It was to be his duty to wash these things after each meal, and thus the boys were enabled to avoid one very troublesome part of camp life. And hence they were glad to have Ginger along.
As before, arrangements were made looking to a constant detail to serve as sentries. There was no danger antic.i.p.ated, of course, but since the scouts wished to learn everything that was connected with life in the open, they must carry out the game in all its parts. And guarding the camp against a possible foe was one of these things.
Two were to be on duty at the same time, the entire night being suitably divided up into watches, as on board a ship. From ten o"clock up to five meant seven hour shifts, with two boys on duty at a time.
Elmer and Mr. Garrabrant were exempt from this drudgery if they so pleased, but the chances were, both of them would obtain less sleep, that night at least, than any of the others. Even Ginger was given his "spell," though it was doubted whether he could keep awake an hour, for he was a very sleepy individual after he had finished his task with the tin pans.
"To-morrow we start in with some of our tests," remarked the scout master, as the time drew near for the bugler to sound taps. "That"s one thing I want to drill you boys in, while we"re up here. We"ll pit the two details against each other, and see which can set up a tent in the shortest order, and in the best manner. Then we"ll start on the first-aid-to-the-injured racket, and take a step further than we"ve ever gone before. After that I"m going to get our a.s.sistant scout master to show us a lot of mighty interesting things about following a trail, and what the different tracks of such animals as may be found up here look like. And another day some of us will hike to the top of that mountain, while another detachment tries to climb the second rise, after which they can wigwag to each other, in Signal Corps language, and hold a long talk, to be verified later on in camp from the records kept. That is the program, boys. Now, go to your blankets and sleep over it."
They were as a rule a pretty tired lot that lay down. The two sentries had to continue moving about to keep from going to sleep on post, which might be considered a serious offense, and lose them no end of good marks.
Twice did Elmer creep out of his tent, and make the rounds in order to ascertain whether all were going well. The last time was along about two in the morning, and the first thing he heard was a whip-poor-will calling shrilly to its mate not far away.
When he came upon Chatz, who had the outer post, he was surprised to find him exhibiting all the well-known signs by which he was wont to indicate that he had been "seeing things" again. And knowing him so well, Elmer hardly needed to ask what was the matter. Evidently the ghosts that haunted Chatz must have been paying the superst.i.tious Southern boy another visit.
CHAPTER V.
WHAT WAS IT?
"IWHAT was it this time, Number Six?" asked the scout leader, as Chatz turned quickly toward him, showing considerable alarm.