"Oh! not more than ten minutes" walk from here, I imagine, and in that direction," and Jack pointed as he spoke, showing that he already had his bearings pretty well fixed in his mind.
"Why do you suppose those loggers ever made camp here when they expected to get their timber out through the river, and the lake below, perhaps shipping by way of Chester?"
Toby asked this question as though he sought information, and if so, he appealed to the right person, for Jack was quick to reply.
"Why, I understand that the ground lies pretty low down by the river, Toby; and a camp there might be in danger of being flooded out with the spring rise. You know Paradise River does get on a tear some years, and pours into our lake like mad. These lumbermen had long heads, and didn"t mean to take chances of being drowned out of their camp. This higher ground served them better, just as it will us now. That"s the only answer I can think of."
"And it comes mighty near being the true one, I"m telling you, Toby,"
affirmed Steve, positively. "I"m right glad we"ve been wise enough to look out for that sort of thing. Huh! had one nasty experience of being flooded in a camp, where we had to wade up to our necks in the stream that grew in a night, for the little island was all under water. No more of that sort of thing for this chicken, thank you."
They talked until all of them began to grow sleepy. Then the horse was looked after for the last time, and found to be lying down, well satisfied with the feed of oats and sweet gra.s.s that had made up his supper.
Inside the tent there was plenty of room, for the three intending sleepers. Apparently Mr. Whitlatch, the photographer, carried quite a lot of paraphernalia with him when going off on his periodical excursions, taking pictures of Nature as found in the vicinity of Chester; and meant to have an abundance of room in which to keep his camera and other traps safe from the heavy rainfalls that frequently deluged that section of country.
Making themselves comfortable, the three boys tried to compose themselves for the sleep they needed so much, for very likely none of them had rested soundly on the last night under the family rooftree, on account of nervous antic.i.p.ations of the fun in store for them.
It turned out a difficult thing to do. Going to sleep away from the surroundings with which they were familiar excited them so much that even though they closed their eyes to shut out the fitful flashes of the fire burning just outside they could not control their thoughts.
Then again at times sounds that were not at all familiar came to their ears. As a rule they understood that these were made by the small fur-bearing animals inhabiting the wooded region, and which must have been thrown into an unusual state of excitement by their arrival on the scene.
The hours pa.s.sed.
In due time all of the campers managed to get asleep, though, if they awakened during the night, it must have given them a queer feeling to realize that they were no longer surrounded by the familiar walls of their rooms at home, but had only a thin canvas covering between themselves and the star-studded heavens above.
Morning came.
The whinny of old Moses acted as reveille to arouse the trio inside the tent; possibly the animal was accustomed to having his breakfast at peep of day, and wanted to know why it was not forthcoming now.
First Toby, then Jack, and finally Steve came crawling forth, clad in their warm pajamas. They stretched, and went through certain gymnastic feats calculated to limber up their cramped muscles. Then, as the fresh morning air began to make Toby in particular shiver, he plunged inside again to commence dressing.
"It really isn"t because I"m so ferocious for my breakfast, boys," he hastened to explain, when the others followed him under the shelter; "but that air is pretty nippy, seems to me, and I don"t like too much of it when minus my clothes. Steve, how about you trying your hand at those bully flapjacks you"ve been boasting of being able to make ever since this camping trip was first planned?"
"Oh! I"m game, if you both say the word," affirmed the other. "That"s why I just insisted on fetching that self-raising pancake flour along.
What would a camp be like without an occasional mess of flapjacks?"
Later on, while Steve was making ready to carry out his job, Toby sought Jack, who was doing something inside the tent.
"Say, do you know, Jack," he went on to remark, "I woke up some time in the night and couldn"t just make up my mind what it was roused me.
Seemed like a clap of distant thunder; but when I peeped out under the canvas the stars were shining to beat the band. Did you happen to hear it too, Jack?"
"Just what I did, Toby," returned the other, with a smile, "and as you say, it did sound like far-away thunder. I saw you peeking out, but didn"t say anything, for old Steve was sleeping fine, and I didn"t want to wake him up. After you went off again I crept outside for an observation. It was around midnight then."
"Course you could tell by the stars," suggested Toby, eagerly. "I saw you taking their positions about the time we crept in for a snooze. I must learn how to tell the hour of the night by the heavens before we finish this camping trip. It must be a great stunt, I should think, Jack."
"As easy as falling off a log, once you begin to notice the heavenly bodies, and their relations to each other," Jack told him. "I"ll take pleasure in putting you on the right track any time you see fit."
"But about that sound, could it have been a blast of any sort, Jack?"
"That"s hard to say," the other replied, looking thoughtful, Toby saw.
"It may be they are doing some quarrying miles away from here; or else some railroad is being cut through the hills."
"But even if that"s so, Jack, why should any one want to set off a blast in the middle of the night, tell me?"
"I give it up, Toby. Possibly before we leave this region we may have found out an answer to your question. Forget that you heard anything queer, that"s all. We expect to scour this whole region up here, and if anything like that is going on, as likely as not we"ll learn all about it."
Toby looked strangely at his companion as though a suspicion may have arisen in his mind to the effect that perhaps this queer sound had something to do with the mission that Jack had undertaken in coming to the Pontico Hill country; but Toby had the good sense not to press the matter any further, though his boyish curiosity had undoubtedly been exercised.
When breakfast was ready, they made themselves as comfortable as the conditions allowed. Already there was a vast improvement over the arrangements of the preceding night. Two short logs had been rolled up so as to serve as seats while they discussed their meals. This was much nicer than squatting on the ground in att.i.tudes that severely tried the muscles of their bodies. Toby promised to make a rude but serviceable camp table upon which their meals might be served. And a host of other things were considered by means of which their stay in the woods might be made much more comfortable.
They talked of numerous things besides those that concerned the present outing. Football came in for a fair share of their attention, because the fever to excel in sports had already seized hold of these Chester boys, and in the fall they hoped to put a st.u.r.dy eleven in the field that would be a credit to the town.
Besides this other sports were mentioned, especially those having an intimate connection with the season of snow and ice. Lake Constance offered a fruitful field for iceboating; and there could hardly be a finer stream than the crooked Paradise River when it came to skating distances during a Sat.u.r.day, or in the Christmas holidays.
So the time pa.s.sed. They had actually cleaned out the coffeepot and both fryingpans of their contents, but at least no one could ever complain of getting up hungry in that camp--not while Steve had anything to do with the cooking. His flapjacks had turned out to be a big success, and Toby in particular was loud in praise of them; though by the way he winked at Jack when declaring them the best he had ever devoured, barring none, it was plainly evident that he was saying this partly in the hopes that the gratified Steve would repeat the dose frequently.
"This will never do," said Jack, finally; "we have too much on hand this morning to be loafing here. First we"ll get the dishes out of the way, and then arrange programme for the work. By noon I expect to have things more ship-shape."
The others were eager to a.s.sist, and presently every one had his hands full. The big tent was raised in better shape than could be done in their hurry of the preceding evening. Then all their stock was gone over, some of it placed securely away in the covered wagon until needed, and the rest kept handy for immediate use.
A dozen different artifices were carried through, each intended to make things more comfortable and handy. Plainly Jack knew ten times as much about the business of camping-out as either of his chums; and they were only too pleased to take lessons from him, being eager to "learn all the frills," as Toby said.
And just as Jack had predicted when noon came they had most of these innovations carried through, so that the afternoon could be used for other enterprises as the humor suggested.
CHAPTER IV
TAKING A LOOK AROUND
Toby had evidently been making up his mind about something, for they had hardly finished a cold lunch when he turned to Jack and remarked:
"I"ve got a hunch there ought to be some mighty good fishing over there in the river, do you know, Jack? I fetched my stuff along, and would like ever so much to make a try there this afternoon, if either of you cared to go with me."
"Now, that"s too mean for anything," grumbled Steve, looking quite unhappy. "I"m just as fond of fishing as the next fellow, and I"d like to take a whirl with the gamey ba.s.s of the upper reaches of Paradise River; but hang the luck, I just oughtn"t to try to walk that far."
"What ails you, Steve?" demanded Jack; "I haven"t heard you complain any, though come to think of it, you did limp more or less when walking around this morning doing your share of the ch.o.r.es. Got a cramp in your leg?"
"No, but one of these shoes has rubbed my heel till it"s sore," fretted Steve, taking off his shoe to sympathetically rub that portion of his pedal extremity. "If I expect to be able to toddle around, and have any sort of fun while we"re up here I ought to keep quiet the balance of the day; and also put some sort of lotion on my heel that"ll start it to healing."
"I can"t go with you, Toby," Jack went on to say, "because I have planned to take advantage of this clear day to snap off a few pictures, just to get my hand in, you see. My old camera wasn"t good enough, the lady said, and so she had me step in and buy the finest in Chester. It looks like a dandy box, and I aim to pick up a lot of mighty smart photographs while we"re up in this neck of the woods."
"Any objections then to my going off alone, Jack?"
Toby asked this with such an appealing look on his face that Jack could not find it in his heart to put any obstacle in the way.
"I don"t see why you shouldn"t take a little tramp by yourself if you feel that you just can"t wait until tomorrow, Toby," he told the other.
"Only be careful not to get lost. I"ll loan you my map, which you can study while waiting for a bite; and then again, you must carry the compa.s.s along, too. I reckon you know something about telling the points of the compa.s.s from the green moss or mould on the northwest side of nearly every tree-trunk. Yes, go if you feel disposed, but start back an hour or so before dark."