"Was it hot?" asked Clay.
"Try it and see," retorted Nugget indignantly as he buried his nose in the pail.
For a little while the silence was broken only by the clatter of knives and forks. Then Ned said slowly, "It does a fellow lots of good to get away from the rush and noise of town life. We are safer here to-night than we would be at home. No peril can come near us. Our only neighbors are the simple, kind hearted farmers--" he paused abruptly, and turned his head to one side.
A strange rustling noise was heard back in the forest It grew more distinct with every second, and the boys looked at each other with fear and wonder. Then a gruff angry bark rang out on the night air, and the elder bushes across the glade swayed violently.
CHAPTER IV
ADRIFT IN THE DARKNESS
Before the frightened boys could realize what was coming, a big yellow dog shot into view and rushed at them with a ferocious snarl. Under other circ.u.mstances the Jolly Rovers would have courageously faced the foe, but the attack was so sudden as to preclude the possibility of defense.
The supper party broke up in ignominious confusion. Ned bolted for the nearest tree and went up the trunk like a cat. Randy fled down the slope to the creek, and Clay sought shelter in the bushes on the far side of the rivulet. Nugget stared hopelessly about for an instant, and then, with a shrill cry of fear, he dived through the flaps of the tent.
The dog rushed across the table, tramping the dishes, and unfortunately upsetting the coffee pot. The hot liquid scalded the brute"s paws, and snarling with rage and pain, he bolted into the tent after Nugget.
For a second or two there was a terrible outcry. Nugget"s appeals for help mingled with the dog"s angry barking. Then the tent shook violently and toppled to the ground.
At this interesting juncture the owner of the dog emerged from the bushes--a burly farmer with a very stern cast of features. He carried a lantern in one hand, and a short, thick club in the other.
The fallen tent first attracted his attention. It was wriggling about as though endowed with life, and from underneath came strange, m.u.f.fled sounds.
The farmer lifted one end of the canvas, and gave it a vigorous jerk, thus liberating the dog, who began to prance about his master. A second pull revealed Nugget"s legs thrashing wildly about on the gra.s.s. The dog immediately made a dart at them, but the farmer caught him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him back.
The boys had witnessed the whole affair from their hiding places, and now they dropped from the tree, and came timidly forward. At the same moment Randy crept out of the shadows and joined them.
The farmer caught sight of the boys and took a step toward them, still keeping a tight hold on his dog. "What do you mean by trespa.s.sin" here, you impudent young rascals?" he demanded savagely. "Get out of this as quick as you can, or I"ll give you a taste of this."
He shook his club menacingly.
"I"m very sorry if we have offended you," said Ned quietly. "We did not suppose there would be any objection to our camping here. I don"t think we have done any damage."
"Damage!" growled the farmer. "No, I reckon not. You hain"t had time for that yet. It was only last night I run two thieving rascals off my land. They hed a camp a little ways down the creek, an" fur two whole days they were livin" at my expense, stealing applies, an" eggs, an"
chickens, an" whatever else they could lay their hands on. You people are all alike. You don"t have no regards fur a farmer"s rights."
"I"m very sorry you have such a bad opinion of us," said Ned. "I a.s.sure you we don"t deserve it. If you will let us stay here to-night we will go quietly away in the morning."
"No," snarled the farmer. "You can"t stay. I won"t have it. Pack up at once and git out. And mind you don"t stop anywhere within half a mile. I own the land that fur on both sides of the creek."
Just then a diversion was created by the dog. He tore loose from his master and rushed at Nugget, who had meanwhile crawled out from the fallen canvas, and was standing with open mouth and eyes, listening eagerly to the conversation.
"Here, Bowser," shouted the farmer sternly. "Come here, I say."
The brute reluctantly obeyed, while Nugget sought shelter in a young tree.
The angry man turned to the three boys--for Clay had by this time joined the others.
"Get out as quick as you can," he resumed. "I can"t stand here all night."
For an instant no one replied. Ned was bent on making another appeal, and was thinking how he could best word it. The chances were that a little persuasion would have induced the farmer to relent, and permit the boys to remain where they were until morning.
But Randy"s unfortunate temper blazed up just then, and made a breach that was too wide to be healed.
"It"s a confounded shame to turn us off at this time of night," he muttered angrily. "I wouldn"t treat a dog that way. If this is a sample of country breeding I"m glad I don"t--"
"Keep quiet, Randy," whispered Ned; "you"re only making things worse."
The warning came too late.
"You audacious sauce box," cried the farmer. "I"ll learn you manners.
Take that--and that."
He seized Randy by the collar, and cuffed him soundly on the ears three or four times. Then he dropped him and turned to the others. "Now git out o" here, or I"ll treat you-uns the same way," he snarled.
Randy was boiling with rage, but he dared not open his mouth again. Ned and Clay realized that further entreaty was now useless. Without a word they began to pack up, and were finally a.s.sisted by Randy and Nugget.
The farmer stood at one side, watching the operation keenly. In a brief s.p.a.ce of time the tent and the unwashed dishes were tumbled into the hatches. Then the boys pushed the canoes into the water, and took their seats.
The farmer came down to the sh.o.r.e to see them off.
"Mind what I told you," he said; "no stoppin" within a good half mile."
"Don"t say a word," whispered Ned.
His companions wisely obeyed, and in utter silence they paddled out from the sh.o.r.e and headed down stream. Soon a curve in the channel hid from view the dying embers of the campfire and the twinkle of the farmer"s lantern.
"Wouldn"t I like to get square with that old curmudgeon!" exclaimed Randy; "my ears sting yet. For half a cent I"d go back and trample down his grain or break his fences."
"I wish you"d poison the dog," drawled Nugget. "The brute gave me a horrid fright. The falling of the tent was all that saved me from being chewed up."
"See here, Randy," said Ned in a grave tone. "If you had kept your temper down and your mouth shut, things would have turned out all right.
A little reasoning would have pacified that farmer. I thought you had more sense. You heard what the man said, didn"t you?
"Two men--tramps or fishermen, probably--had been camping on his land, and doing all the damage they could, and naturally enough he was inclined to take out his spite on us. I don"t blame him much. Such a thing would rile any farmer. Most people have an idea that when they get in the country they can do as they please, and for what these ignorant fools do the innocent ones have to suffer. We are finding that out ourselves just now."
"But the old brute might have seen that we didn"t belong to that cla.s.s of people," growled Randy, "and besides he didn"t pay any attention to what you said."
"I had no chance to explain who we were," replied Ned. "You spoiled that for me by your impudence. I have no doubt the man was fair enough at heart. If we get in any more sc.r.a.pes of that kind you must keep your temper down. I"m speaking for your own good, Randy. This isn"t the first time your tongue has got you into trouble."
"It would be a good idea to keep his mouth tied shut except at meal times," suggested Clay laughingly.
"If you say that again I"ll hit you with my paddle," threatened Randy.
"I won"t stand any nonsense from _you_, Clay Halsey."