This satisfactory report encouraged the boys to prepare a more than usually sumptuous supper. They washed the dishes by firelight, and just as the last one was dried the rain began to fall--at first in pattering drops, then in a steady, persistent sheet.
A great log was thrown on the fire, and after a short chat in its warm glow the boys drew the tent flaps, and were soon sleeping soundly on the soft pine boughs.
Some time in the night Ned awoke, and feeling thirsty sat up and reached for the pail of water and tin cup which were always kept just outside the tent door.
He took a drink and was in the act of putting the cup down when he heard distinct footsteps outside. They pa.s.sed the tent and went on toward the creek. Whoever the nocturnal stroller might be he was taking no pains to conceal his presence.
"Say Ned, is that you?" came in a startled whisper from the rear of the tent.
Ned recognized Randy"s voice.
"Are _you_ awake?" he exclaimed in surprise. "Don"t make any noise. Some one is walking about outside."
"I know it," replied Randy. "That"s what wakened me. My gun is missing.
I had it right beside me, and now it"s gone."
"By Jove! this looks serious," muttered Ned. "Wait a moment," he added.
"I"ll take a peep outside. It"s pitch dark and I can"t be seen."
He quickly lifted one flap of the tent and crawled under. A few seconds pa.s.sed--full of terrible suspense to Randy--and then came a clattering noise followed by a brief red flash and a stunning report.
CHAPTER x.x.xI
STORMY WEATHER
It was Ned"s intention, when he crawled out of the tent, to dodge behind the nearest tree, where he could see without being seen. But as he rose to his feet a dark figure suddenly obscured the faint embers of the fire, and a second later came the fall and the report which struck such a terror to Randy"s heart as he waited in the darkness of the tent.
Ned understood the situation instantly. The unknown prowler had stumbled over the fireplace in his retreat, and the stolen gun had been exploded by striking the stones.
For two or three seconds there was nothing to indicate that the thief had been hit by the charge. Then a shrill yell rang through the woods and another and another in rapid succession.
"Randy! Randy! Come out here!" shouted Ned in a terrified voice. "Light the lantern and waken the boys."
The next instant Randy burst through the flaps.
"Here is the lantern," he gasped. "I have no matches. Good gracious! but you scared me. I thought you were shot."
"_I"m_ not, but I fear some one else is," replied Ned as he hastily struck a match and applied it to the wick of the lantern.
That instant Clay hurried out of the tent, and the three boys advanced timidly to the fireplace. The supposed robber had ceased his outcry, and was propped in an upright position against a heap of stones. Ned turned the lantern on his face and staggered back with a cry of amazement.
"_Why, it"s Nugget!_" he exclaimed. "What under the sun does this mean?"
It was indeed Nugget, and he looked the very picture of fright as he rolled his eyes wildly from one to the other of his friends. It was several seconds before he could speak.
"Where am I?" he gasped. "Who put me out here in the rain? I thought I heard a gun go off."
He was evidently not injured--the position of the gun proved that--and the boys began to appreciate the ludicrous side of the situation.
"You"ve been walking in your sleep," exclaimed Ned, as a sudden light broke on his mind. "I"ll bet a dollar that"s just it. Did you ever do such a thing before, Nugget?"
Nugget hesitated and pa.s.sed his hand over his forehead.
"Yes," he said reflectively; "I used to walk in my sleep sometimes, but that was long ago. I thought the habit was broken."
"Don"t you remember anything about this affair?" resumed Ned. "You must have taken Randy"s gun and left the tent without waking us."
"Yes; I have a sort of recollection of it," answered Nugget sheepishly.
"I guess I must have been dreaming. I thought I was in Central Park at home, and the animals broke out of the menagerie. I had a gun in my hand, and when a big lion ran after me I ran away. Then I fell over a bench and the gun went off--and--and I don"t think I remember any more.
It was an awful dream. I thought the lion would eat me up."
This story was more than the boys could stand. They laughed so long and heartily that Nugget recovered from his scare and got angry instead.
"You fellows would laugh the other way if that gun had been pointed toward the tent when it went off," he said sullenly; "and besides there is no fun in having such a dream."
"Nugget is right," exclaimed Ned. "The affair is too serious for ridicule. It"s almost a miracle he was not shot. And by the way, Randy, I"ve told you often not to keep that gun loaded. Think what might have happened to-night in consequence of your folly."
Randy looked penitent, and for a wonder accepted the rebuke quietly.
"I forgot, Ned, indeed I did," he said earnestly. "I put a sh.e.l.l in for snipe this afternoon, and never thought about it again. After this I"ll examine the gun every night."
"If it was accidental that alters the case," replied Ned. "And now suppose we turn in. There is no use in standing here in the rain any longer."
The boys went back to the tent, and to prevent a second attempt at sleep-walking they made Nugget take the middle place. Five minutes later all were sleeping as soundly as before the alarm.
The next morning it was raining hard, and in fact it continued to rain at intervals all of that day and the next. The boys found the time hang a little heavy, although they sallied out in rubber coats, and had some excellent sport fishing for catfish.
Cooking was not interfered with, since the fireplace was in a sheltered position, and the tent was at all times snug and waterproof, in spite of some of the heaviest showers that the boys had ever known.
Rain was still falling at daybreak on Sat.u.r.day, but about ten o"clock the sky cleared, and the sun came out--greatly to the delight of the Jolly Rovers.
As the next day was Sunday, and the camp was in such a good location, they decided to remain until Monday morning. This turned out to be a wise decision, for shortly after dinner a thunder storm swept down the valley, and for several hours the rain fell in torrents. By evening not a cloud was in sight, and indications pointed to a spell of clear weather.
Of course the creek was by this time very high and muddy, and was still on the rise. The water had crept three feet up the slope on top of which the tent was pitched, but as three feet more remained to be covered the boys felt no uneasiness.
There was still higher ground behind them on which they could take refuge if the necessity came.
After supper Ned got out his map, and began to study it with great care.
"Has it occurred to any of you fellows that we are drawing near home?"
he asked finally. "We pa.s.sed Honck"s dam on Wednesday afternoon, and our present camp is very near Sporting Green. There are only four more dams between us and the Susquehanna, and the distance can"t be much over thirty miles."
The others were rather surprised to hear this, and could not make up their minds at first whether to be glad or sorry.
"I can hardly realize it," said Randy. "The time has certainly slipped by very quickly, and yet it was three weeks yesterday since we started."