"Here"s where the head work comes in, eh, Fred?"
"Only a small sample of it," laughed the other, "and there"ll be plenty more to follow before we win this Marathon. If any of the opposition crosses the tape ahead of Riverport, it"ll be because they"re better runners and managers than we are, that"s all there is to it. But come on, let"s break away from the road."
Upon that the two boys entered the woods, carefully marking the spot in their memories by noticing a certain bunch of white-barked birches that drooped over in a peculiar way, different from anything they had thus far seen.
Fred had his little compa.s.s with him. He had laid out his course exactly, so as to strike the other road at a certain spot, which it was believed would be just above the toll-gate, where he knew one of the registering stations was bound to be placed.
Of course they could not expect to go in a straight line, or as the crows fly. All sorts of obstacles interfered with such a scheme. Now it was a deep gully that barred their progress; a little further on they came to a stretch of swampy ground, where a runner would find himself bogged and placed in a desperate condition, if he attempted to push through. But wise Fred had early discovered what seemed to be a fairly well worn trail that seemed to lead in the direction they were intending to go. At times it was exceedingly difficult to see the track, but both these boys had keen eyes, and used good judgment, so they managed to come upon it frequently.
All the time they continued to make note of certain landmarks that would aid them later on, when again pa.s.sing through this strip of woodland and jungle. Possibly there would be a mile of it, against three by the road.
Plainly then, if a runner could get through in fairly decent shape he would have saved more or less time in so doing.
The two Riverport lads had perhaps gone half way, and were feeling well satisfied with the progress made, when Fred stopped and held up his hand.
"Listen, Bristles!" he exclaimed, "what"s all that racket do you think?"
"Sounds like dogs barking and snarling, to me, Fred."
"But away out here in the woods you wouldn"t expect to hear a pack of dogs, unless they were running wild," urged Fred, still listening.
"Whew! that reminds me of what I heard an old farmer tell in the market one day last week," exclaimed Bristles. "He said he had lost three sheep this Spring from dogs, and that a pack of sheep killers was loose up around his section!"
CHAPTER VI
THE WILD DOG PACK
"How"s that, Bristles, a pack of wild dogs running around, and killing sheep?" Fred demanded, appearing to take uncommon interest in what his companion had just said.
"Yes, and Fred, I honestly believe that farmer lives somewhere up in this region, because I heard him tell about having a runaway near the Belleville tollgate, and you know that"s where we expect to fetch out on the road ahead."
"Then that settle it, Bristles. And there"s no doubt we"re hearing the yelping of that same pack right now. I reckon they"re on some track or other."
"Whew! I hope it isn"t _our_ track then!" exclaimed the other lad, as he began hurriedly to look about him for a stout club, and eye the neighboring trees, as if an unpleasant alternative had forced itself upon his notice.
"The sounds seem to come from back yonder, where we pa.s.sed along,"
remarked Fred; and as though in his mind an ounce of prevention might be better than a pound of cure, he too hastened to pick tip a heavy billet of wood, that was as large as an ordinary baseball club.
"But what makes dogs act that way, and go wild?" asked Bristles. "I never knew of any doing such a queer stunt."
"It"s this way," explained the other, quickly, as though he had recently been reading the matter up, and was full of information. "Dogs are kin to wolves and foxes, you know. Fact is, many a wolf I"ve seen looked just like a dog."
"Yes, that"s a fact, Fred!" admitted Bristles, nodding his head, and still noting the fact that the chorus of barks, yelps and snarls seemed to be gradually approaching all the time.
"Well, every once in a while some dog seems to hear the call of the wild.
He takes a dislike to confinement, hates human beings, and the first chance he gets puts out for the woods, where he lives just as a wolf would do, by the chase. Sometimes farmers" watchdogs that are thought to be honest get this sheep-killing habit, and play tricks, covering their tracks so they go a long time without being found out, and then only by accident."
"Yes, I"ve heard all about that, too, Fred, but because one dog goes wild, why should a whole lot of others follow after him, I want to know?"
"Well," continued the other, "as far as I understand it, here"s the reason. Every dog has that same nature about him. I"ve seen it proven many times. We had an old dog named Mose, who was never known to chase anybody. He used to lie there asleep on our front porch by the hour.
Then next door there was a little cur that somehow took to chasing after wheels and wagons. You"ve heard how dogs yap-yap whenever they do that, haven"t you, Bristles?"
"Lots of times," a.s.sented the other, nodding, and still earnestly listening.
"It"s about like some of that racket we hear now," Fred went on to explain. "They say it excites a dog like everything. When that little cur next door would start down the street with a yap-yap-yap, I"ve seen our poor old Mose jump up, as if he"d had a signal no living dog could resist, and go rushing out of the yard, to join in with the cur and some others that gathered like a flash. That"s what it means."
"And these other dogs have got the fever in their veins by this time too, eh, Fred?"
"Yes, and they are satisfied to chase around after the leader, perhaps taking an humble part in his kills. But Bristles, I"m afraid we"re going to see for ourselves what the pack looks like."
"You mean they"re coming this way fast now?" observed Bristles, tightening his grip on the club he had selected from many that lay under a tree shattered by a bolt of lightning the previous Summer.
"There"s no doubt about it!" declared Fred, steadily.
"Course we could shin up a tree if we wanted to, Fred, but that"d go against my grain. I feel like standing my ground, and trying to get a whack at that sheep-killing leader of the pack. Gee! wouldn"t the farmers give us a vote of thanks if we did manage to put him out of the running?"
"We may have the chance sooner than we expected," Fred went on to say, grimly, for the tempest of sounds seemed to be very close now, and they could actually hear the rush of the advancing pack.
"How many are there, do you think?" asked Bristles, and if his voice trembled a little, Fred believed it was from excitement rather than fear, because he had seen this local comrade tested many times, and knew that he never flinched.
"At least four," Fred replied, "because I can make out that many different yelpings, and there may be six, with some small runts coming along in the rear."
"I only wish I had more duds on, and a pair of leather leggings in the bargain," muttered Bristles, glancing rather ruefully down at his bare shins, which of course were wholly unprotected.
"Here they come!" announced Fred, suddenly.
There was a rush of pattering feet, together with a fierce series of yelps, and then through the thicket came pouring a string of hustling animals, heading directly toward the two boys.
"Whew! he _is_ a dandy, sure enough!" exclaimed Bristles, referring of course to the large animal in the lead.
This was a dun-colored beast about the size of a wolf and not unlike one in many of his attributes. He presented a really terrifying front now, with his open jaws that disclosed shining fangs and a red tongue, and his blazing eyes, together with the bristles that stood up on his neck very much like those of a wild hog.
"Give "em a shout!" exclaimed Fred, who remembered at that moment that most dogs have learned to respect the sound of a human voice, and this might serve to bring about a halt in the onrush of the savage pack.
Accordingly both of the young men started swinging their clubs wildly about their heads and yelling at the top of their voices. This threatening demonstration did have some effect on the milder elements of the pack, those dogs that had been lured into wrong-doing, and were not viciously inclined. Three immediately fell back, and one of these even turned tail and started to run away at breakneck speed as though the sight of those cudgels inspired him with respect, on account of a recollection of some previous beating.
There were three, however, that still kept on, the leader of the pack, and a couple of others. If ever Fred Fenton in all his life wished heartily for a gun of some kind it must have been just then, when, with only a single companion to stand alongside, he found himself about to be attacked by a trio of furious dogs gone wild, and running through the woods.
It would not have been so bad had there been only two, for then each of them could manage an adversary; but that odd beast bothered him.
"Tackle the leader, and leave the others to me; I"ll help you as soon as I send them flying!" was what Fred exclaimed, as the three dogs bore down upon them.
"All right; I"m on, Fred!"
There was no time for another word, because the animals were upon them.
They came with a rush, as though furious at seeing the bare-legged boys in their hunting preserves. That leader must have taken a decided hatred of all human kind, and when backed by his followers, seemed ready for any deed of daring.