"d.i.c.k," said Ned after breakfast, "shall I roll that beast into the river, or do you want his skin?"
"Want it, of course. I"ve got no hard feelings against him."
"Want him skinned for mounting or a rug?"
"Rug, I guess. Think I"ll enjoy walking on him."
The big cat was nearly eight feet long, including his tail, and was so heavy that Ned found skinning him a hard job. After he had finished he had to cut a stout stick for a lever, before he could get the carca.s.s into the river. The bad luck of the hunters seemed to have run out, and game began to come to them. Ducks flew over the river beside the camp and plovers often lit on a bank near them. Ned went out for deer and came back in an hour with half a buck on his shoulders. When he approached the camp he saw d.i.c.k sitting up and tossing bits of hoe-cake to a "c.o.o.n that was watching him with some suspicion from a distance of three or four yards.
"You ought to have seen him, Ned. I had him half tamed. He took little bits of wet hoe-cake that I threw him and rolled them up into b.a.l.l.s with his funny little hands before he ate them. In an hour more I"d have had him eating out of my hand."
"He"ll come back to-morrow, d.i.c.k. You"ve got a way with you that wild things understand."
"It"s only that I really love them and they know it."
The "c.o.o.n did come back the next day while Ned was out exploring the bay in the canoe and, although he did not eat out of d.i.c.k"s hand, he came within a few feet of him and showed very little fear. When Ned returned, the "c.o.o.n scrambled to the top of a little tree and looked down on the boys in a friendly way. Day by day the "c.o.o.n became more intimate with d.i.c.k, even to eating out of his hand, but always scampered away when Ned came back. On the third day, as Ned came in from an exploring trip, instead of the "c.o.o.n he found his old friend Tom, the lynx, sitting beside d.i.c.k with the air of a trained nurse.
"Bully for you, Tom; I"m glad to see you back," said Ned.
"I"m not glad he"s come back, the murderer. He has killed my "c.o.o.n."
"You remember what my Indian said. "Panther eat wildcat, wildcat eat "c.o.o.n." Shall I shoot him, d.i.c.k?"
"Shoot Tom? Well I guess not. He didn"t know any better. I"m awful sorry the "c.o.o.n has gone, but I"d hate worse to lose Tom."
"How did it happen?"
"I was feeding the "c.o.o.n, and had just put out my hand to rub his head when he jumped in the air and started for that tree like a streak of lightning. He never got there, though. Something was after him like two streaks of lightning. I didn"t know it was Tom till it was all over. That wasn"t very long, either. If there had been any time I"d have had Tom by the ears or tail and taught him a thing or two."
"Glad you didn"t have time, d.i.c.k. I"m afraid Tom might have taught you a few things. Don"t you think you had better get over what one cat has done to you before you tackle another?"
"But Tom isn"t that kind of a cat, Ned. I"m not afraid of his hurting me much. He might scratch me a little at first, but he"d be sorry for it, soon as he had time to think it over. Wouldn"t you, Tom?"
"Cats are cats, d.i.c.k, and I don"t think it"s safe to leave you alone with that wildcat. You are too weak to help yourself if he really tackled you."
"But he won"t attack me. So what"s the use of talking about things that aren"t going to happen? You are a good boy, Neddy, but you"ve got your limitations and you can"t appreciate Tom."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE c.o.o.n SCRAMBLED TO THE TOP OF A LITTLE TREE"]
Ned spent much of his time coddling the invalid. He paddled out in the lakes and among its keys. He explored the waters and the woods and brought d.i.c.k wild grapes with much character and cocoa plums with little; sea-grapes with juice that had the taste of claret and the color of blood; figs, of which d.i.c.k said: "De breed am small, but de flavor am delicious"; wild sapadillos that were sweet as honey, but chewed up into a solid ball of soft india rubber; and mastic berries that were delicious to the taste, but stuck like a porous plaster to the roof of the mouth. He got out the rod and caught mangrove snappers from under the banks and sheephead from their hiding places among sunken logs and snags. He dove for turtle that he never got and hacked at young palmettos for buds that he did get.
Days followed days and though d.i.c.k grew better he didn"t grow strong. Ned got anxious and told his chum that he was going to take him to a doctor. d.i.c.k laughed and said:
"You are my doctor. I"ve great confidence in you and don"t care to make a change."
"Glad to hear it. Your doctor, in whom you have such confidence, desires to consult with his brother physicians in Fort Myers regarding your case, and you will light out with him to-morrow."
The next morning a little canoe with a cat couchant in the bow, a young invalid comfortably reclining amidships and a husky youth in the stern started down the river and into the salt-water lakes. The first day"s run was a short one and the camp was made on a bit of high ground covered with thin gra.s.s and shaded by a group of palmettos. It was bordered about with cocoa plums and sweet-smelling myrtle, on one of which flourished an orchid, the vanilla bean, which made heavy with its fragrance the whole camping site.
"But there lurked a taint in the clime so blest, Like a serpent coiled in a ring-dove"s nest"--
and as Ned stood dazed by the enchantment of his environment, he was brought to earth with a jar by the whirring of rattles almost under his feet. Every muscle of the boy was tense with excitement as he stood motionless, knowing that death, in a horrible form, was within striking distance of him. The strange, paralyzing music of the dreaded "King Snake" of the Indians seems to come from all sides and until the threatened victim can see the reptile the motion of a hand may be fatal. The seconds seemed minutes to Ned as he waited and watched, waited and watched, before he saw the fascinating, dreadful, gently swaying head and the lightning play of the forked tongue within easy striking distance.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HE SAW THE GENTLY SWAYING HEAD AND THE LIGHTNING FLAY OF THE FORKED TONGUE"]
He felt that if he jumped, the snake, so much quicker than he, would sink the glistening white fangs of that wide-open mouth deep in his flesh before he could get out of reach. He compelled his quivering nerves to hold steady while he slowly, inch by inch, moved away from the coils of the angry reptile. When Ned was six feet from the rattlesnake he sprang back and stood, almost fainting, quite out of reach of the reptile, which continued to wave its head and jar its rattles, but with less pa.s.sion. The boy had often been told never to leave a rattlesnake alive and he looked around until he found a stick about five feet long, with which he returned to the field of his fright. The rattler had uncoiled and was creeping away when Ned rushed up and struck at him. The snake coiled like a flash and striking back, sunk his fangs in the stick within a foot of the hand of the boy. Again Ned struck, and the snake returned the blow, both of them missing their marks. Then the stick fell on the coils of the reptile and the back of the rattlesnake was broken. After a few finishing blows Ned dragged the six-foot creature by the tail to the bank and was thrusting it into the water when d.i.c.k called out:
"Don"t you want to save the skin?"
"Don"t want to save anything to remind me of it. I never expect to get the frightful sight of the open jaws and white fangs of that beast out of my dreams."
d.i.c.k rested in camp the next day with the lynx, while Ned explored with the canoe, looking for the head of some river of the west coast that led to the Gulf, or for enough dry land to serve for a camp.
Every water course that he followed, sooner or later closed up on him. He paddled four miles to the west through a long bay, only to find that there was no outlet on the western end, excepting a narrow creek which he followed until he could drag his canoe no farther. He followed floating wisps of manatee gra.s.s, freshly torn up by the roots, hoping to find the manatee which had spilled them, that he might follow him to a channel which would lead out of the wilderness. He discovered the manatee and was nearly swamped by the first dash of the frightened creature. Then he lost track of the animal after a long chase among the innumerable keys of the so-called Ten Thousand Islands, and found that he was himself lost.
He paddled until it was dark and for an hour after that, when he gave up hope of finding his camp that night.
He had a map of the country in his brain, but that was for daylight use only. He was hungry, and that was nothing; but he was parched with thirst from his long labor, and that was everything. He had seen no dry land during the day, and it was hopeless to look for it at night. It was never easy to keep the canoe balanced; if he dozed for an instant he would certainly roll it over. He had made up his mind to sentry duty for the night when through the darkness there came to him a gleam of light from a far-distant fire. As he approached, it brightened and sent up a crackling flame, in the blaze of which Ned saw the tall palmettos of his camp.
"Were you worried, d.i.c.k?" he asked after the first warm greetings were over.
"I sure was. I thought you couldn"t get lost and wondered what had happened to you. Tom was uneasy, too, and I reckon he is out looking for you now. He went away in a good deal of a hurry. I made a lighthouse out of those palmetto fans that you cut for my bed, just on the chance of your having lost your way."
Tom came home about daylight and lay down beside d.i.c.k, where he grumbled and growled as if he were a man with a next-morning headache.
When daylight came and Ned began to bestir himself, he missed the cheery "Good-morning" of his companion, who was not able to lift his head from his pillow of palmetto. His wan smile went to Ned"s heart, and the boy had to busy himself with the fire to hide his emotion.
Every hour of that day he watched over the invalid, and from time to time tempted him with bits of broiled bird, heron soup and sips of hot tea made from leaves of the sweet bay. Ned"s acquaintance with sickness was slight and his apprehension great, so that the night was a sleepless one and the day that followed brought no relief to his mind. Another day brought new anxieties. d.i.c.k was no better, and Ned couldn"t bear to leave him, for the invalid"s thirst was continuous, but now the supply of fresh water was running low, and a trip back to the river was imperative. He put the bucket, with what water was left, beside d.i.c.k"s bed and said:
"d.i.c.k, boy, I"ve got to go for some water. I"ll have to be away a few hours, but I"ll get back the first minute it is possible."
d.i.c.k put out his hand, and his smile was cheery, though his voice was weak as he said:
"Don"t you worry, Neddy. I"m all right for all day. I don"t need anything but amus.e.m.e.nt, and Tom will "tend to that."
"I"m afraid to leave a big wildcat with you when you are so weak. I am going to take Tom with me."
"Don"t do it, Neddy. He"d only be in your way, and I do want him for company. You don"t understand Tom; he likes me and I like him.
Please don"t take him away."
"Of course I won"t take him away, d.i.c.k, boy, but you will have to be very good and keep cheerful and get strong and well to pay me for leaving him."
Ned"s apprehensions made the day a hard one for him. He was afraid of capsizing the canoe and being unable to get back in it. He imagined a tarpon jumping into it, a shark swimming against it, or a porpoise smashing it. When he reached the river of fresh water he carried the canoe up on the bank and tied it to a tree while he walked along the river bank and shot a few tender young birds for the nourishment of the invalid. His nerves were so unstrung that he feared to go far lest he lose his way, and was even apprehensive of failing to find on his return the camp where his companion was awaiting him, although the path to it was plain as a pikestaff.
Ned"s meeting with d.i.c.k was a joyful one, for the boy was clearly better and his voice stronger, although his first words were:
"Don"t go away again, Neddy. You"ve been gone a year, and I thought you were never coming back."
By careful economy the five gallons of water which their can contained was made to last as many days for the three of them, for d.i.c.k insisted that Tom must share the rations of food and drink of the other members of the family. Each day Ned made a little trip around the keys nearest the camp by way of doing the marketing for his family, and returned when he had shot enough birds for its daily needs. He was happy in the thought of the invalid"s increasing strength, but dreaded the necessary trip for fresh water. d.i.c.k surprised him by bearing the separation with cheerfulness, and his voice was so much firmer and his strength so obviously on the mend that Ned began again to plan for his return to civilization.
On one of his marketing excursions Ned saw a skiff containing two men about a quarter of a mile distant. He waved his hat to the men and paddled toward them, but they rowed away. He followed, but was unable to find them, and concluded that they were outlaws, who did not care to extend their acquaintance. After this he paddled about on the lookout for some one who might help him to carry d.i.c.k to the outside world, for he had given up the idea of attempting it by himself.