Buck Hardy now reappeared and called back two of the retreating slackers. With their help, and without a word, he lifted Ted and carried him up the ladder to his bed in the sleeping-loft.
XIII
Ted heard the slackers leave the sleeping-loft early the next morning, but he did not stir. He knew that he ought to keep quiet, and, after reluctantly resigning himself to the necessity, he turned slightly on his bed of Spanish moss and fell asleep again. When he awoke he was alone in the loft. A few minutes later July appeared with his breakfast, telling him that all the slackers had "done gone" and that Hubert was "frolicin" wid Billy."
"Mr. Buck Hardy say you mus" stay in dat bed all day," the negro informed him, adding: "Mr. Hardy sho is hurted in his mind. He don"t say a word hardly. When I woke up late in de night las" night I seen him standin" out dere by de fire thinkin". I reckon he studyin" "bout dat waw an" all you tole him."
Buck"s reported disturbance of mind was Ted"s only comfort during the long, tiresome day, for he felt confident that he knew the cause and was hopeful of the issue. Hubert, Billy and July visited him several times during the day, and at dinner time Buck Hardy, Al Peters and Bud Jones all spent a few minutes at his bedside, doing their best to cheer him up; but the boy spent some lonely hours and the consciousness of his and Hubert"s captivity oppressed him as at no time during the previous days of activity and diversion. What was to be the end of it? Did their disappearance cause alarm at Judge Ridgway"s farm? Had his uncle returned from Washington, and, if so, what did he think, and what would he do?
It was very hard to lie quiet and just think, think, think. But the next day Ted was glad he had done so, for he found that the complete rest, aided perhaps by the salve made of bear"s marrow, had had a wonderfully healing effect. He could stand on his injured foot without pain and was able to walk with a limp. The two succeeding days, spent very quietly about the camp, were much less hard to endure, and on the fourth day he was almost himself again.
Meanwhile there had been talk with the slackers at meal times and about the camp fire at night, but the boy found little opportunity to speak of the war. If he introduced the subject the conversation was promptly diverted into other channels. Ted noticed with discouragement that even Buck Hardy seemed to wish to hear no more. And so, fearing that after all he would be able to accomplish nothing, the boy found his thoughts turning toward plans of escape from captivity as soon as he felt a.s.sured of his ability to stand the strain of hard travel.
On the fourth morning both boys gladly accepted an invitation from Buck to make a trip with him in his boat. The big slacker announced at breakfast that he expected to visit Honey Island and, as their last harvest of honey was now exhausted, he would keep an eye open for a bee tree. The island to which they were going had received its name, it appeared, in consequence of several discoveries of bee trees there.
July was ordered to prepare a lunch and the three were soon ready to start. Sweet Jackson observed their preparations narrowly and before they got off he called two young men known as Zack James and Jim Carter, aside and urged them to accompany or follow the party.
"I"m a-scared Buck aims to turn them boys loose," he said. "That biggity little chap worries him a-carryin" on and exhortin" about the war the way he does--I kin see it--and I wouldn"t be surprised if he wants to git shed o" them boys. I"d like to git shed of "em myself, but it won"t do--it ain"t safe. You fellows better go "long to Honey Island and keep yer eye on them boys."
The precaution was one in which they were equally interested, and the two young men readily agreed to go. As he was poling his bateau off from the sh.o.r.e, Buck was surprised to see them coming down the path, each with a gun in one hand and a bucket in the other.
"We aimed to go over that way this mornin", too," Zack James called out.
"Mebby we"d better keep together, Buck, till you find a bee tree, so we kin holp you cut it down and gether the honey."
"All right," said Buck, after a keen, appraising look at the two men.
It was soon evident to all, however, that the "c.o.c.k of the walk" was displeased. During the long hard pull of more than two and a half hours over the boat-road winding through flooded swamp and forest he did not once speak to James or Carter, although the distance between the boats was rarely greater than a hundred yards and often not more than a few feet. But he spoke now and then to the boys, pointing out objects likely to interest them, usually at moments when their trail-followers were out of earshot.
"Honey Island ain"t as big as ours," he told them once, casually adding: "On t"other side from where we"ll land there"s a good trail that leads out of the swamp. It"s wet and boggy in places, but you don"t need a boat. I reckon I could git out of the swamp in half a day by that trail."
Ted wondered how long it would take him and Hubert to reach the outer world by the same path. They could not attempt it to-day, of course, even if they found opportunity, because his injured ankle was not yet in shape to stand hard travel, and he supposed that this probably accounted for Buck"s willingness to mention its existence. He decided that it would be wise to locate it, if possible, as part of the preparation for future attempted escape.
"Hubert," called out Zack James when the island was reached, "pick up that piece o" rope in yer boat and fetch it along; we"ll need it, mebby."
The boats had run aground several yards from dry land, and all hands were now wading out, Hubert being the last to step into the water, carrying the desired coil of rope.
"I believe I kin go right to one," said Buck, as soon as they had struggled through the dense "hammock" and gained the higher level of the island. "When I was huntin" h-yer week before last I saw lots and cords of bees, and I watched which way they was flyin". If I"d "a had time, I could "a spotted one right then."
No one was surprised, therefore, when little more than an hour later a bee tree was found. Pausing under a tall pine, the big slacker turned to his followers and pointed to an almost continuous stream of bees, a dark line against the bright sky, issuing from an unseen hole in the trunk of the tree a few inches below the lowest branch, but more than fifty feet from the ground.
It was now midday, and before attacking the tree, the party sat down on the wiregra.s.s and ate the lunch which July had prepared. Then James and Carter rose and vigorously plied their axes on opposite sides of the tree. Scarcely had the chips begun to fly when Buck turned to Ted and said:
"If you boys want to, you kin take your guns and run around for a little hunt while we"re cuttin" the tree and getherin" the honey."
"I"ve seen one bee tree cut already, and I believe I would rather walk around," said Ted.
He turned to go as he spoke and promptly disappeared beyond a blackjack thicket, followed closely by Hubert, who still carried the coil of rope over his arm.
"This looks like as good a chance to get away as we may ever have," said Ted as soon as they were out of earshot.
"Yes, if we can hurry up and find that half-day trail," Hubert eagerly agreed. "Do you think your ankle can stand a rush?"
"No--that"s the trouble," answered Ted. "Besides it would be much better to have July with us, and I believe he"ll go when the time comes. Let"s find the trail, though, so that we won"t have to lose any time if we get off by boat and make for this island."
The watchful James had not failed to note the departure of the boys and he at once began to show signs of fatigue, drawing his breath very hard, putting in his strokes more slowly, and finally pausing altogether, with an exclamation indicating that his exhaustion was complete.
"Tired out a"ready?" asked Buck contemptuously; and, taking the axe, which was willingly resigned to him, he began to swing it with great vigor.
This was precisely what James desired, and he lost no time in quietly withdrawing to a point whence he darted into the bushes on the track of the boys. Half an hour later, as Ted and Hubert hurried forward, leaping over logs and forcing their way through crowding underbrush, the former happened to look in the direction whence they had come and distinctly saw a man leap behind a tree.
"It"s no use, Hubert," he said, pausing. "We can"t even find the trail this trip. Zack James is following us; I saw him jump behind a tree."
"Then Jim Carter is with him, and they"ll stop us before we go far,"
declared Hubert.
"Maybe it"s just as well," said Ted philosophically. "We know about where the trail is, and I was running great risk of spraining my ankle again."
They sat down, panting on a log, agreeing to go forward more slowly a half mile further, and then return to the bee tree, just as if their trip had been a hunt and nothing more.
They then rose and moved on, picking their way more cautiously. A few minutes later Ted halted and signed to Hubert to be quiet, as a crow suddenly cawed and flew out of a tree two or three hundred yards in their front.
"That crow saw something, I"ll bet," he whispered, and when what appeared to be fresh bear tracks were discovered, he added triumphantly: "I told you so."
The tracks soon led them into what was doubtless the path of an aforetime tornado, the ground being crowded with uprooted trees, which had been thrown across each other at every angle and lay "heaped in confusion dire." Here the trail was lost, but the boys still cautiously advanced.
At the end of another hundred yards, standing on an elevated log and looking forward, Ted became greatly excited at the discovery, not twenty feet away, of a small open s.p.a.ce covered with a deep drift of pine needles, in the center of which were two round depressions or beds, some fifteen inches deep and not less than four feet in diameter. In one of these were two young bears, apparently asleep while their mother was away feeding.
Signing to Hubert to be very quiet but to come quickly, Ted waited until his cousin stood beside him on the log and had seen what neither was likely to have the opportunity of seeing again. For, indeed, as the slackers afterward declared, it was a "find" as remarkable as unexpected.
"Don"t shoot "em," whispered Hubert. "Let"s catch one of "em alive and take it to Billy. We can tie it with this piece of rope."
"We can try," a.s.sented Ted, adding: "I wouldn"t shoot the cute little things."
Cautiously they stole down the log and stepped upon the soft carpet of pine needles. A twig snapped under Hubert"s foot, whereupon one of the little bears lifted its head and looked around. Instantly cub number one got upon its feet with a snort and bolted into the bushes, but before number two had followed Ted was upon him.
Letting his gun fall, the boy plunged forward, alighting astride of the cub"s back and grasping its ears with his hands. Uttering a peculiar sound, partaking both of an angry snarl and a terrified whimper, the vigorous little beast tried to jump; but Ted successfully held it down, although the frantic creature tore up the bed of pine needles with its powerful claws and struggled furiously to get at its captor.
Hubert made a slip-knot, as he was directed, and pa.s.sed the rope around the animal"s neck. Then Ted rose, letting the cub go as he seized firm hold of the other end of the rope.
"We"d better look out for the old one now," he said warningly.
Released, the little bear ran away with great speed, dragging the boy after it along a path which fortunately led out into the more open pine woods and in the direction of the bee tree. s.n.a.t.c.hing up Ted"s gun, Hubert followed, looking about apprehensively for "the old one."
As long as the cub ran in the right direction, no effort was made to check it; but before a great while it turned off abruptly to the right, and then Ted had to exert all his strength to drag it after him. Perhaps even his best efforts would have been unavailing, had not Hubert, who covered their retreat, carrying both guns, frightened the little bear from behind with a frequent shove of his foot.