"I tell you I have said all I am going to say," broke in the military man, angered quite as much by the man"s imbecility as by his obvious cowardice. "I await any requisition you may make upon me for military support, and I will instantly respond to every such requisition. As to advice, I have none to offer. When we go back down the mountain, you doubtless will make your report. I will make mine also. Good night, sir."
And with that the lieutenant strode away to his camp fire out under the bluff, gave his orders for the night and went to sleep with a clear conscience.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
_A Homing Prospect_
The revenue officers and the soldiers remained at Camp Venture, the Doctor caring for the wounded men who were rapidly recovering as the days went by. Meantime the boys were nearing the end of their winter"s work and were looking forward rather eagerly to a home-going in the near future. Tom continued to hunt for game, and his diligence in that direction provided a sufficient supply of meat, while the lieutenant"s stores furnished enough bread stuffs for all.
The chief revenue officer announced his purpose to take his party down the mountain as soon as the streams should be pa.s.sable, and Jack announced his intention of taking his party down as soon as they should have finished the work they had laid out for themselves.
"I shan"t wait for the streams to get out of the way," he said. "We"ll go down the mountain not by the road, but over the cliffs as Tom did that night we were so scared about him. There are no streams to cross there. That"s perfectly feasible, isn"t it, Tom?"
"Oh, yes," answered Tom, "particularly as we shall have the Doctor along to patch up any broken legs or arms that we may get in dropping down over precipices."
"Is there serious danger of that?" asked Jim.
"Yes, if you are careless; no, if you are careful," answered Tom. "In fact, my experience teaches me that that"s usually the case. The man who doesn"t look out for himself usually meets with what he calls "accidents" and blames Luck, or Fortune or Providence with mishaps which a little intelligent care on his own part would have averted. In fact I don"t believe there is any such thing as accident, strictly speaking."
"How about that perforated ear of yours, Tom?" asked Ed.
"Oh, that ill.u.s.trates my point. That wasn"t an accident at all. I might have stayed here in the house that morning, and I"d have been perfectly safe. You see, I had no business out there on the line. The work to be done there belonged exclusively to the soldiers. But, with my curiosity to see how such things were managed I went out there and then like a young idiot I stood up by the lieutenant, when all the soldiers were lying down. If I hadn"t done that I wouldn"t have got my ear pierced.
No, there"s no such thing as accident in a world that is governed by law."
"But Tom," asked Jim Chenowith, "suppose you are on a railroad train and it runs off the track and you are considerably done up. Isn"t that an accident?"
"No. The train would never have run off the track if everybody had done his duty. But somebody laid the rails carelessly, or some engineer failed to discover that a stone was loose on the cliff above and about to drop down on the track, or somebody else failed somewhere; otherwise the train would never have run off the track. I tell you I don"t believe there is any such thing as accident, in the strict sense of the word.
This world is governed by law. Causes produce their effects as certainly as the multiplication table gives its results. The trouble is we don"t take enough care of the causes."
"But sometimes we don"t know enough to do that," said Jack.
"Well, ignorance is the cause in that case. I don"t say that one is always to blame for the evils that befall him. I only say that they don"t befall him by "accident," and that with due care we can avoid most of them. That is particularly true in letting yourself down over a precipice by holding on to bushes. Some bushes hold on tenaciously and some give way with the smallest pull. The thing to do is never to let go of the secure one till you have tried the next one and satisfied yourself of its stability--or better still, never to trust yourself to one bush except while making an instantaneous change, but hold by two always. But I say, Jack, how near are we to the end of our job?"
"Well," said Jack, taking out his memorandum book and studying the entries in it, "we have only about sixty more ties to send down. We have already sent a great deal more cord wood than we agreed to, but as to that the railroad people said "the more the better," and so with bridge timbers. We did not agree to furnish any particular number of them and I fancy the railroad people didn"t expect us to send more than two or three, while in fact we have sent down twenty-nine and have six more nearly ready to send. My plan is to cut the remaining ties which we are permitted to furnish under our contract, send down the bridge timbers that we have ready or nearly so, cut up all the remains of the felled timber into cord wood and send that down, and then go down ourselves.
Even if the trail were open, which it isn"t likely to be for some weeks to come, I should favor going down over the cliffs instead, because that will land us near where we want to be, while if we went down by the trail we should have to walk fifteen miles to get there."
The camp was early astir next morning, for now that the thought of going home had come to them, the boys were eager to hasten the time for it.
"By working hard," said Jack, "we can turn out ten or twelve ties a day, or under favorable conditions twenty. At three o"clock to-day we"ll begin working the chutes and as I reckon it we"ll be ready to start down a little before the first of April, and that was the date set. The weather is fine now and growing finer every day."
"Yes," answered Harry, "and the days are growing long enough to enable us to do full days" work."
Under the new inspiration the axes were briskly used that day until three o"clock. Then all hands were called to help roll the big bridge timbers into place and send them down the mountain. Four of them were sent off, the others not being quite ready yet. But the handling of these big timbers was slow work and so night fell before any of the ties or cordwood could be sent down the chute. There were twenty-one ties ready and about thirty cords of wood. But these must wait until three o"clock the next day, and by that time the number of ties and the quant.i.ty of cord wood would be considerably increased.
CHAPTER x.x.xIV
_In the Hands of the Enemy_
Weary as they were with their over-energetic day"s work, the boys went to bed early that night--all of them but Tom. That tireless Nimrod had found a bear"s den the day before and was minded to go out and watch for the bear that inhabited it. "Your bear is a night prowler," he said, "and if I can catch this one going out of his den or into it to-night, I"ll bring home a supply of meat. We"re a trifle short of that commodity just now."
Several of the boys wanted to go with Tom, and the lieutenant, who had dined with them that evening, wanted to send two soldiers as his a.s.sistants.
"No," said Tom, "I don"t want anybody with me. We"d inevitably talk, and then we"d never see a bear. I"ll go alone."
With that he took his rifle and went out into the darkness, while the rest of the boys went to bed and to sleep.
As he neared the bear den which he had discovered during the day and identified by tracks, Tom moved very cautiously, making no noise, and, secreting himself between two rock ma.s.ses, lay down to await developments.
Hour after hour pa.s.sed, and there were none. Still Tom maintained an att.i.tude of alert attention.
Presently a great light appeared over a spur of the mountain, in the direction of Camp Venture.
"There"s something the matter over there," said Tom to himself, "but with all those soldiers there they don"t need me half as much as they need a bear."
Just at that moment--it was about three o"clock in the morning--Tom heard a crackling of sticks near at hand, and a moment later a great black bear came waddling and lumbering along on his way to the den.
With that instinct of humorous perception which was strong in Tom, he could not help likening the belated beast to a convivial gentleman returning from his club in the small hours.
Then it occurred to him that convivial gentlemen under such circ.u.mstances are sometimes "held up" at their own door ways, a fact which still further heightened the resemblance between the two cases. It next occurred to Tom that should his shot prove ineffective or imperfectly effective, the bear might get the better of him, as convivial gentlemen sometimes do with footpads. For, from the point at which Tom was lying, there was no avenue of escape except directly in the path of the bear, and a wounded bear is about as ugly an enemy to encounter as it is possible to find anywhere.
"Moral:" said Tom to himself, "Don"t shoot till you"ve got a bead on a vital point. Fortunately this rifle has an "initial velocity" as they call it, which will send a bullet through the thickest skull that any animal in the world wears as a breastwork to his brains."
Of course Tom would have preferred to shoot at the animal"s heart, but there was no chance to do that, for at that moment the great beast discovered his huntsman and presented his full front to him at a distance of less than ten feet. Another second and the bear would make mince meat of the boy. So Tom taking a hasty aim fired at the animal"s forehead, and the bullet did its work so well that the beast fell instantly dead.
After waiting for a minute or so to see if any scratching capacity remained in his game, Tom went to the bear and after inspecting it muttered: "I"ve shot Ursa Major himself," for the bear was of unusual bulk, greatly the largest Tom had ever seen. "I wonder what the stars will look like now that the constellation of the Great Bear is done for."
The beast was much too heavy for Tom to carry or even drag to the camp.
So he instantly set out in search of a.s.sistance. His plan was to go to the camp and secure three or four soldiers to a.s.sist him in transporting his game. But he had not gone far on his campward journey before he was "held up" by three mountaineers. Fortunately one of the party--apparently its leader--was his own particular mountaineer, the one whom he had set free and who had so generously repaid his favor with gifts of corn and rye meal.
"Now set down, little Tom," said the man; "we wants a little talk with you."
"All right," said Tom, "I"m ready."
"Well you see, you done tole me an" I done tole the other folks as how you boys had nothin" whatsomever to do with the revenue officers or the soldiers."
"That"s all right," said Tom. "We haven"t had anything to do with them, we haven"t spied upon you fellows or molested you in any way."
"But there"s a big gang o" soldiers an" revenue officers in your camp."
"Yes, I know that," said Tom. "But are we talking fair and square as we did before?"