"Guess I"ll go with you, d.i.c.k. These stickers hurt worse when I keep still. Then you will need help to carry the venison. I hope the buzzards haven"t got at it. We can leave our guns here."
"No, thank you. My gun goes with me. I have had trouble enough from not having it handy."
They found the hide of their buck had been destroyed by the fire, but the venison had only been roasted and partly smoked and they made their breakfast on it. The outsides of the palmettos, on the prairie where Ned shot the buck, were still burning and the trees looked like big sticks of charcoal, but palmetto trees get used to that and are seldom harmed by it, though it does spoil their beauty.
The boys walked out in the ashes of the gra.s.s of the meadow and were sorry they did, for it made them look like the burnt ends of matches. When they got back to camp Tom came out and sniffed at d.i.c.k and then, instead of rubbing against his legs, went back and lay down. d.i.c.k spent the rest of the day working over Ned"s face and body with tweezers, pulling out bits of thorns. When he got through the boys were about equally tired.
Ned"s wounds were so painful that for several days the explorers stayed around the camp and d.i.c.k amused himself and his chum by worrying a family of young alligators that lived in a pond near the camp. He grunted the little ones to the surface until they were tired of being fooled and refused to respond and he drove the largest one out of its cave in the bank until the reptile refused to play any more and would not come beyond the mouth of his cave. Then d.i.c.k cut a pole leaving a bit of a branch sticking out like a barb at the end and poked that in the hole till the alligator grabbed the end of it. d.i.c.k now pulled good and hard, the barb caught in the reptile"s lower jaw and the boy soon had him out of his cave and up on the prairie. The "gator was lively and d.i.c.k had to chase around the prairie a lot after him and finally get Ned to help before he could tie it. Tom didn"t approve of the new member of the family, but he made no trouble while the camp was awake. The alligator became very restless at night and got in the habit of thrashing around almost constantly. In the morning his tail was seen to be raw and bleeding and day by day it grew worse. Tom was suspected, but always denied having had anything to do with it, with an expression of such injured innocence when accused that d.i.c.k had to believe him.
One night, however, a heavy blow was heard, accompanied by a yowl from Tom and followed by some sort of scrimmage. In the morning Tom had a mussed-up look and the reptile had a number of fresh wounds.
As the camp was moved that day and Ned continued to object to taking an alligator in the canoe the reptile was turned loose. He walked with dignity out on the prairie until he was near the slough, when he scuttled hastily to the water and plunged in.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE BARB CAUGHT IN THE REPTILE"S LOWER JAW"]
The new camp was in a little glade on a creek which the explorers had followed for about three miles west from the Everglades. They paddled through the creek till it melted in the meadows; they poled their canoe along the channel which the gra.s.s concealed; they dragged it by hand under bushes which covered it, until the little glade opened to them and showed enough dry ground for a camp and several shallow streams winding around clumps of bushes, but always stretching out toward the west. At daylight the young explorers were again on the move, dragging the canoe along twisting streams not deep enough to float it, until they struck a larger stream in a heavier growth. The little streams disappeared, the water grew deeper, but the jungle became worse, and every yard of their path had to be carved out with their knives.
"This doesn"t look very hopeful," said d.i.c.k as they stopped the heavy work for a few minutes" rest. "Hadn"t we better go back a ways and hunt up a more open trail?"
"Not on your life," replied Ned. "We are on the right track and we"ve got to fight it through. The only thing I"ll stop for is a mangrove swamp, and I"ll try mighty hard to get around that. But we won"t find any mangrove swamp to trouble us."
"You seem to know just what we"re going to find on this trail, if you call it a trail."
"I know what we ought to find, and that"s better."
"Why is it better?"
"Because then we"ll know if we"re on the right track."
"All right, Neddy, I quite agree with you. I only wanted to know that you were sure of your ground."
The trees became heavier in a narrow belt along the stream, but open sky could be seen beyond them.
"Don"t you want to walk across to that open place, Ned, to find out what kind of country it is?"
"I know now. It"s open prairie or swamp and the next big water we strike will be the salt-water lakes. We will probably come to a fresh-water river first and that pretty soon."
"Conceit"s good for the consumption, Neddy. What do you want to bet on finding that river in an hour?"
"I"ll eat my hat if we don"t find it in a quarter of a mile. I won"t bet on the time, because at the rate you"re working it may take three weeks to get there."
"Ned, you"re a wizard, for there is the river."
The river flowed gently between high banks, densely wooded. The waters were alive with fish, and long-legged wading birds of the heron family stalked over the shallows in the stream. An hour"s paddling brought the canoe to the mouth of the river, where camp was made. The water beside the camp was fresh, but the salt-water bays spread out for miles before them.
"Everything is easy now," said Ned. "These bays are in the Ten Thousand Islands and lead to the head waters of the rivers of the coast. We may get tangled up in these keys, aground on the flats or cornered up in some of the bays and perhaps lose a few days, but we"re safe to get out without hard work or trouble of any kind."
CHAPTER XX
d.i.c.k"S FIGHT WITH A PANTHER
"I"ve always noticed, Ned, that when everything looks simple and easy, it is a good time to expect trouble."
"Not this time, d.i.c.k."
But it was this time, and that night Ned had his last care-free sleep for weeks.
"How long shall we camp here?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Better stay here for a week or two. We can hunt in the woods back of us and explore all these bays. This may be the last fresh water we will find on the trip, so we don"t want to leave it till we are ready to pull straight through to Myers."
In the morning the boys started across the woods on the bank of the stream, hoping to find a buck on the prairie beyond them. When they reached the prairie they saw three deer near its farther end, about half a mile away. They went back in the woods and started to work their way around the prairie to its farther end where the deer were.
It took them some hours to get where the deer had been, only to find that they had gone. They saw them again on a smaller prairie and once more tried to get near the creatures by creeping through the woods. When the hunters were as near the game as they could go without getting out of cover the animals were yet a hundred and fifty yards distant. One of them was a fine buck and Ned watched it, rifle in hand, for many minutes, hoping it would come nearer. As the deer fed they sometimes came nearer and his hopes rose, only to sink into his boots when they turned away. At last he gave up waiting for a better chance and fired. The buck threw up his head, looked around for a moment and trotted quietly away, entirely unharmed, followed by the other deer.
"It isn"t our day, d.i.c.k," said Ned, ruefully, as he watched the disappearing animals.
"Here goes for something to eat, anyhow," replied d.i.c.k, as he dropped a curlew that was flying over them. After broiling and eating the bird, together with some hoe-cake which they had in their pockets, the boys resumed their hunt for deer. They saw several more during the afternoon, but ill luck followed them and they finally set out for camp empty-handed.
As the boys were pa.s.sing through a thick clump of trees on the bank of the river, about two hundred yards from their camp, Ned was suddenly held back by a clutch on his shoulder, and turning his head, saw d.i.c.k"s face upturned and his eyes fixed on the large branch of a big tree just before them. As Ned looked upward he saw the form of a huge panther, or mountain lion, crouching upon the limb and apparently about to spring upon him. The animal was within ten feet, every muscle was tense, his long tail was waving slowly and Ned stood motionless, charmed by the living beauty of the beast, until he heard d.i.c.k"s whisper in his ear:
"Shoot, Ned!"
The hypnotic spell was broken and Ned slowly raised his rifle to his shoulder, while the panther crouched lower and waved his tail more quickly. In another second it might be too late, and once more d.i.c.k whispered:
"Shoot, Ned! Quick!"
The bullet struck the beast and the next instant Ned was knocked down by the body of the brute. He was unharmed, however, for d.i.c.k had jumped between them and it was in d.i.c.k"s arm that the panther"s teeth were set and d.i.c.k"s shoulder and side that were being raked by its cruel claws. In an instant Ned"s clasp knife was being driven into the body of the beast whose throat d.i.c.k"s hand was clutching in a feeble effort to keep from his face those long, sharp fangs.
Bullet and knife had done their work and the panther was dead. But d.i.c.k was unconscious and covered with blood which was flowing from deep gashes in his arm and a side that was torn from shoulder to waist. Ned half carried and half dragged the unconscious d.i.c.k a few yards to a level piece of dry ground and examined his wounds. Bad as they looked, there was no spouting of blood from an artery, or heavy flow from a large vein. With simple bandaging and care the boy would get well, and Ned"s relief was so great that he was almost happy. He removed what the panther had left of d.i.c.k"s shirt, which was sodden with blood, and tearing off his own, bandaged the wounds from which blood was still flowing. He then filled his cap with water from the river and sprinkled d.i.c.k"s face, but failed to bring him to consciousness. He was wondering what next to try when d.i.c.k opened his eyes and smiled weakly.
"Did he hurt you, Neddy?"
"No, he didn"t hurt me, thanks to you, d.i.c.ky boy. Now I"m going to bring the camp here, in the canoe. Can you get along without me for half an hour?"
"Sure. Don"t forget Tom."
Ned didn"t forget Tom. He thought so much of him that he took his rifle with him when he went to move the camp. For he was without a shirt and was stained with d.i.c.k"s blood and therefore very doubtful how the lynx would behave. But Tom merely sniffed at him and when the canoe was loaded stepped aboard as coolly as if his pa.s.sage had been paid for. When the canoe landed at the new camping ground Tom took a few steps toward d.i.c.k and then suddenly sprang into the woods and away, as if witches were after him. Ned was surprised at first, but remembered that Tommy, the Seminole, had once said to him:
"Wildcat eat "c.o.o.n, panther eat wildcat," and he ceased to wonder why Tom had run away.
Ned stretched the canvas over d.i.c.k, built a camp fire, got out a clean shirt for himself and tore up another for bandages. He washed d.i.c.k"s wounds, which had ceased to bleed, with warm water and soap and put fresh bandages on them. After he had gathered a lot of moss and made a soft bed for the invalid, he picked up d.i.c.k"s gun and walking a few steps down the river bank, shot a curlew that sat on a branch by the stream and was young enough to make a broil or stew for the invalid.
"Been breaking the law, have you, Neddy?"
"I"d break anything, to get you some nice chicken broth such as I am going to make now."
At daylight Ned saw that d.i.c.k was sleeping quietly and taking the shotgun started out in search of a breakfast suited to a sick boy.
When he returned, an hour later, he had a brace of ducks, a little brown Florida rabbit and a "possum. d.i.c.k was awake when he returned and when offered his choice of the game for his breakfast chose all of them. Ned stewed the rabbit and broiled a duck, giving d.i.c.k a little of each, but the "possum looked fat and greasy and he kept it for himself.