Then came his reward when they sat around, and every fellow had a heaping pannikin between his knees, or on the small table, flanked by a cup, also of light aluminum, filled with coffee.
Seeing that they were all helped Phil knocked on the table, and held up his cup.
"Before we take our first bite, fellows," he went on to say, solemnly; "I think we ought to drink to the success of our camping trip up here in the Adirondacks proper. Coffee is the only proper liquid to drink that toast in, so up with your cups, every one. Here"s to the Mountain Boys, and may they enjoy every minute of their stay at Birch Bark Cabin!"
"Drink it down!" cried X-Ray Tyson, noisily.
With that they took the first swallow of the nectar that Lub had brewed.
Never had its like been tasted at home, amidst prosaic surroundings; there was something in the atmosphere of the mountains that made ordinary things a.s.sume a different aspect; their hard tramp had aroused their appet.i.tes amazingly, and just then those four boys were ready to admit that this was the life worth while.
For the next half-hour they sat there on such stools as they could find, and proceeded to "lick the platter clean;" inasmuch as there was not a particle left when they had finished supper. But even Lub confessed that he had had quite enough.
CHAPTER IV
THE FIGURE IN THE MOONLIGHT
"You couldn"t beat this much, I"d say, if you want to know my opinion,"
Ethan was remarking, after they had finished the meal and were taking things easy.
"Of course we all feel pretty much the same way," admitted X-Ray Tyson; "but I"d be a whole lot better satisfied if I knew about that bright new half-dollar. Is it a good one, or a bunker?"
"Chances are we"ll hear no end to that squall all the time we"re up here," Ethan went on to say, with a pretended look of disgust on his thin Yankee face. "Whenever you do get a thing on your mind, X-Ray, you sure beat all creation to keep yawping about it. Forget that you ever picked up the fifty, and let"s be thinking only of the royal good times we"re meaning to have."
"What can that sound be?" suddenly remarked Lub, who had been listening more or less apprehensively for some little time now; "seems like some one might be sawing a hole through the wall. Course, though, I don"t believe that for a minute; but all the same it"s a queer noise. There, don"t you hear it?"
There did come a distinct little "rat-tat-tat," several times repeated.
No one who was not deaf could have helped hearing such a distinct sound; but Lub could not see that any of his mates seemed bothered.
"May be that old gray squirrel gnawing somewhere," suggested X-Ray; "they"ve got long teeth like a rat, and can chew a hole through any sort of board."
"Now, I"d rather believe it was the wind," said Ethan, who had a pretty good knowledge of woodcraft in all its branches, and was therefore well fitted to give an opinion.
"Why, how could the night wind make that sort of scratching sound?"
asked Lub, doubtless wondering whether the other were simply guying him because of his being a greenhorn.
"Oh! the broken end of a branch might be rubbing against the roof of the cabin," Ethan told him. "I"ve known that to happen lots of times. There she hits up the tune again, you notice, Lub."
"Yes," added Phil, nodding his head approvingly, "and if you listen, every time that scratching sound comes you can hear the wind soughing through the tree-tops. That ought to prove it."
Still Lub seemed hard to convince, seeing which Ethan jumped up.
"Just stir your stumps, Lub, and come outside with me," he said, positively. "I want to prove what I said, and you"ve got to be shown."
Lub saw there was no getting around it, and much as he disliked making a move when he was settled so comfortably, he managed to scramble to his feet.
Once out in the bright moonlight and practical Ethan was quick to discover the source of the peculiar and often recurring noise.
"You see, Lub," he went on to say, "there"s your saw at work right now.
Just as I told you it"s a branch that"s been worn off to a stub by this sc.r.a.ping. Every time there"s a fresh gust of wind it waves back and forth, and sc.r.a.ping against the roof makes that funny sound. Now, I hope your mind"s easy, Lub, and that you"ll sleep decent to-night."
"I hope I will," replied Lub, earnestly, at the same time remembering about the bunks, and what one of the others had said with regard to house-cleaning in the morning; "but say, it is a fine night, ain"t it, Ethan. Listen to the frogs singing their chorus in some little bay of the lake."
"Yes," remarked Ethan, quickly, "I was listening to their serenade. Some busters in that lot, too, because you can hear "em calling more-rum, more-rum" in the deepest ba.s.s. That always stands for the big bullfrogs.
I ought to know, because I"m an experienced frog-raiser. Cleared sixty-seven dollars from my little pond this very summer; but I"ve never seen frogs"-legs quoted _quite_ so high as that Mr. Brandon the restaurant man down in New York pays me. I guess he favors me a mite just because he happens to know some friends of Phil"s."
Lub knew all about it, but he never let even a chuckle escape from his lips.
"Well, in that letter you had from him which you showed me," he observed, "he said he"d never had such fine frogs"-legs before, and wanted to make sure to keep getting all you had to sell. A dollar a pound is a cracking high sum, sure it is, but then good things always bring fancy prices."
That frog pond of Ethan"s went with his many other ways for making spending money. It required almost no time at all to run it. When he found an opportunity he caught frogs wherever he could find them, and put them into his preserve. Then, on feeling that he had the right kind of goods for a gilt-edge market he would make a shipment of a box of "saddles" neatly arranged, so that they were attractive to the eye of the proprietor of the fashionable restaurant in far-off New York.
Phil had recommended Ethan to try that place, and had even given him permission to use his name as a recommendation. Ethan never knew that the same mail had carried a letter from Phil to Mr. Brandon, who was an old friend of his, making arrangements to stand for the difference between the market price of frogs"-legs and the fancy sum he was to send Ethan every time he shipped him a box.
While Lub was standing there, and apparently enjoying the sight of the moonlight dancing on the water of the lake near by, he was at the same time casting occasional apprehensive glances around him.
The woods looked mysterious enough and gloomy too, for the moon had not risen far in the heavens, and the shadows were long and abundant.
Several times he fancied he saw something moving there on the border of the dense growth. Finally he appealed to Ethan, because he had considerable respect for the opinions of his chum, who had studied woods lore so long.
"You don"t think now, that any of that crowd we scared away from the cabin would come sneaking back to spy on us, or try to steal any of our things?" he asked, trying to appear as though such an idea was furthest from his own thoughts.
"Well, I hadn"t bothered with such a thing as that, Lub, but now that you mention the same I can"t see why they should. We haven"t got anything along worth stealing; and if they are afraid of the officers of the law, as counterfeiters, or game poachers, why, they"d want to get as far away as they could. So I wouldn"t let that keep me from sleeping a wink."
"Oh! I don"t mean to," Lub hastened to exclaim, stoutly; but all the same as he followed Ethan back through the cabin doorway the very last thing he did was to take a parting survey of the forest fringe, and shrug his fat shoulders.
"Seems like it was getting right noisy out there, Ethan," remarked X-Ray, when Lub had carefully pushed the door shut, and both of those who had just entered found places again in the half circle before the red embers of the fire.
The interior was only dimly lighted, because they only had a single lantern to do duty. But then it served them amply, because no one meant to try and read; and whenever a fresh lot of wood was thrown on the coals it flashed up brilliantly.
That firelight was a part of the charm of the whole thing. They could have lamps, gas, or even electric light at home any time they wanted; but only under such conditions as these was it possible to enjoy the mystic firelight.
"Why, yes," Ethan replied, "I guess the woods folks are waking up. You can hear crickets a fiddling away for dear life, and other sorts of insects besides. Then there"s a pair of screech owls calling to each other; a whip-poor-will whooping things up; and most of all the frogs have started in to get busy with their chorus. And say, I"m going to promise you a feast to-morrow night."
"Frogs"-legs, you mean, I take it, Ethan." Phil quickly exclaimed, looking pleased at the prospect.
"Yes, because there"s some corkers out there; and leave it to me to get "em. I"m an authority on frogs"-legs, you know. And when they fetch a dollar a pound every time, you c"n see that they ought to be reckoned a treat."
"A dollar a pound, did you say?" demanded X-Ray, as if he fancied he had not heard aright; whereat he had his shins kicked by Lub, who happened to sit next to him, as a warning that he was treading on perilous ground.
"Why, yes, that"s the price I always get!" declared Ethan, loftily. "You see, it pays to do things up in style. My shipments look so attractive to Mr. Brandon that he says it is a pleasure to just open my box. Of course all of you fellows like frogs"-legs?"
Phil and X-Ray Tyson immediately declared they believed they could never get enough of the dainty.
"To tell you the honest truth," said Lub, contritely, "I never tasted any that I know of. My folks don"t seem to care for queer things."