"Thanks," answered Hippy. "Good-night."
After the visitors and the Overland girls had turned in, and the campfire was fixed for the night, Tom and Hippy had a confidential talk, their visitor and his proposals being the subject of the discussion; then they too sought their browse-beds.
Yells and a shot, punctuated by screeches from Joe Shafto, awakened all hands in the gray of the early morning.
"Is it peace, or is it war again?" mumbled Anne, sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"It certainly does sound like war, but I think it is only the beginning of it," answered Grace, hurriedly throwing on her clothes and running out to see what the uproar was about. What she saw caused Grace and her companions, who had followed her out, to utter gasps of amazement.
CHAPTER XXI
A WISE OLD OWL
"What"s the trouble, Tom? Oh, stop them!" cried Grace.
"Let her finish it," answered Tom briefly.
"Sick "em, Henry!" shouted Hippy Wingate, who saw the black bear humping himself across the camp, not yet having discovered what the uproar was about. "What"s this? What"s this?" he cried, suddenly comprehending.
Tobe Skinner, with streaming face which Joe Shafto had hit with a pot of hot coffee, was sprinting for the timber, after having taken a shot at the bear with his revolver. Following him came Chet Ainsworth puffing and raging, with Henry on his hind legs in close pursuit, making frequent swings with his powerful arms and soundly boxing the head of the fleeing man, and Joe Shafto prodding the bear to urge him on to further effort.
Neither Tom nor Hippy made a move to interfere, but Grace sped forward and placed a firm hand on the forest woman"s arm.
"Stop him!" commanded Grace sternly. "Stop him, I say! He will kill the man."
"Serve the houn" right if the bear did. I"ll larn "em to mind their business, the sarpints! Henry!" A sharp rap over the bear"s shoulder slowed the animal down. A second tap brought him to all fours, with his mistress"s hand fastened in the hair of his head.
"That"ll do, Hen. These soft-hearted folk ain"t goin" to let ye chaw the gentleman up to-day, but, if ever I set eyes on either of the sc.u.m agin, I"ll give the varmints what"s comin" to "em, and I"ll do it sudden-like, and I"ll do it so it stays done, and there won"t be n.o.body to stop me next time. If ye don"t believe it, jest give me the chance. And to think I had to waste a perfectly good pot of coffee on that timber-robber"s head. He"s a skin and a tight-wad, and I"ll bet my month"s wage that he robs the birds of their eggs to save the price of keepin" a hen of his own."
"Please! Please," begged Grace laughingly. "Which one of the pair do you mean?"
"Both of "em. They ain"t here for no good. Wait till I tell ye what they did and ye"ll see--"
"Just a moment. Tell it to all of us," urged Grace, leading the irate woman and her tame bear up to her companions.
"Why did you stop them, Grace?" growled Hippy. "First fun we"ve had since Emma discovered the animal under the table. What"s the joke, old dear?"
The forest woman was so angry over her recent experience that she forgot to chide Hippy for his familiarity.
"Matter? Matter enough. As I was sayin" to Miss Gray, them varmints ain"t here for no good, and ye ain"t heard the last of "em by a long shot. They"ll be back. Take Joe Shafto"s word for that, and they won"t be back alone, "cause they"re too big cowards. Yaller streaks in both of "em. I"ll bet the pair of "em was trying to get this timber lot away from ye. Don"t ye have no dealin"s with "em. Don"t want no truck with them kind of cattle, and I"ll tell ye right now that if they show their yaller faces "round here agin, I"ll set my Henry on "em for keeps." Mrs.
Shafto gasped for breath preparatory to entering on a fresh tirade, when Tom Gray, embracing the opportunity, got in a question.
"Suppose you tell us what the row was about. What was it?" he asked.
"The varmints tried to bribe me, that"s what."
"Bribe you!" exclaimed the Overlanders in chorus.
"That"s what I said."
"Why didn"t you take it?" demanded Hippy. "That was easy money."
"To do what?" questioned Elfreda, her professional interest instantly aroused.
"To find out what ye paid for the section and just what ye opined ye"d do with it. They reckon ye"re holdin" it on "spec" and that they kin git it fer a little mor"n ye paid for it. If they can"t do that, I opined from what the varmints said, that they"d git the property some other way. Wanted me to find out just what yer plans was and to writ" "em down and leave "em in a holler log up next the dam above the one ye"re buildin"."
"What did you say to that?" questioned Elfreda.
"I sicked Henry on "em and soaked the guide feller with part of the breakfast. I"d a done a heap more if I"d had the time."
"How much did they offer you?" inquired Emma interestedly.
"Two dollars and a half, and said they"d leave as much more after they got what they wanted."
"Two dollars and a half!" exclaimed Hippy. "And you refused two dollars and a half? Why, old dear, that"s a fortune. I am amazed that they should have been so liberal. Positively reckless, I should say. Discard such riches? It is unbelievable."
"When were they to call for this information?" questioned Miss Briggs.
"They didn"t say. I was to leave it there, that"s all," growled Joe, stalking to her breakfast fire and resuming her operations there.
"Would it not be a good plan to have w.i.l.l.y Horse watch the log and see if he can give our "friends" a scare?" asked Grace.
"Yes, but w.i.l.l.y is inclined to be violent," laughed Tom. "You saw what happened to Ainsworth and his guide when they sneaked up to our camp last night, didn"t you? Next time the Indian might do something rash.
What do we care, who or what? The property is ours and we are going ahead with our plans. We shall soon put in a portable mill at the mouth of the river, float our logs down and saw them there where the lake steamers can pick up the lumber. Let the disappointed ones rage if they wish."
The forest woman, having pressed the dents out of her damaged coffee pot and prepared a fresh supply of coffee, now summoned the Overlanders to breakfast, which was a somewhat hurried meal, for Tom and Hippy were eager to get out to direct the work on their dam, which already was moving along satisfactorily, and which they hoped to finish in about another week.
Following breakfast, the girls saddled their ponies, packed luncheons in their mess kits and started down the river for a day"s outing by themselves, leaving Joe Shafto at home. The party returned just before dark, Elfreda Briggs proudly exhibiting a duck that she had shot on the lower river. After supper, for which all hands had keen appet.i.tes, Hippy announced that w.i.l.l.y Horse had been appointed official hunter for the lumber outfit at seventy-five dollars a month, which meant riches to the Indian. It would be w.i.l.l.y"s duty to provide fresh meat for the lumberjacks. Added to this, the Indian would shoot wolves and collect the bounty, and, when not otherwise engaged, act as the faithful watchdog for the Overland Riders.
"You Big Friend," was w.i.l.l.y"s only comment when informed of his new job, but they observed that he puffed more vigorously at his pipe, and gazed more intently into the fire than usual.
"Do you see things in the fire?" questioned Emma, sitting down by the Indian.
He nodded.
"Tell me what you see," she urged in a confidential tone.
"See white girl fly like bird."
The girls broke into a merry peal of laughter.
"He has your measure," laughed Tom.
"See owl up tree. Mebby come see white girls," added the Indian, and then, to their amazement, the raucous voice of an owl was heard in the branches high above their heads. The owl continued his hoa.r.s.e night song, the Overland girls interestedly watching Emma Dean"s rapt expression as she listened.