"Yes, and unless I"m a poor weather prophet," added Phil, taking a look aloft as he spoke, "we"re just about due for a whacker of a storm. No leaving my camera out-of-doors this night, I tell you."
"We"ll all be glad of a decent roof over our heads, if she comes on to blow and rain great guns," Ethan remarked.
"How about the pictures you were printing a while ago, Phil; turn out well?" asked the last comer.
"See for yourself," he was told, as Phil drew a little book out of his pocket, among the leaves of which he had a number of fresh prints.
"Well, that one of the moose poking his head between the little trees is a jim-dandy, let me tell you!" declared X-Ray Tyson. "Every wrinkle of his hide shows as plain as it could. And say, here"s one showing Ethan and me carrying the litter, with Mazie"s daddy on the same. I didn"t know you snapped that off."
"You"ve had great luck so far in all your pictures, haven"t you, Phil?"
Ethan went on to say.
"No complaints from me," he was told; "and I do feel I"ve been in great luck, as you say. I"ve got on the track of a fox, and pretty soon I hope to have his smart phiz along with the rest."
"It"ll be a prize collection yet, take that from me," X-Ray announced.
"The funny part of it," continued Ethan, "is the fact that while you"ll have all these pictures, most of the originals you"ve never seen. That comes of fixing it so they press the b.u.t.ton, and do the flashlight act themselves."
"Saves a heap of trouble," commented X-Ray, sensibly.
"Of course the main thing is," Phil went on to say, "that you couldn"t get that cla.s.s of Animated Nature picture in any other way. I"d hate to stick it out all night, waiting for Mr. "Possum or Br"er Rabbit to breeze along, so I could flash him. Besides, the most wary of all, Br"er Fox, wouldn"t come within a hundred feet of a human scent. They"ve got too keen noses for that. And yet I expect to show a fox picture soon."
"I wish I had one of that dandy black fox I trapped last winter, and the pelt of which brought me over a cool three hundred," remarked Ethan; and X-Ray was heard to take a quick breath as though given a little shock; at the same time winking aside toward Phil, who frowned, and shook his head threateningly.
They did not share that enthusiasm with the proud trapper, over that particular foxskin; simply because they knew it was a very poor specimen of its kind, and by rights not worth one-tenth the amount of the check which Ethan had received from the dealer in the distant city--Phil"s uncle, though Ethan never dreamed of such a dreadful thing.
"Well, it strikes me you"re a pretty clever weather man after all, Phil, because I certainly heard far-away thunder right then," and X-Ray as he said this pointed up at the heavens, which were heavily overcast with dark clouds.
"Let"s get busy then, and see that everything is snug," Phil suggested.
"First of all we must get Mazie and her daddy housed," Ethan remarked.
"By using the pair of rough crutches I made him, and with some help, he manages to get about after a fashion, though he"d be better keeping still some days yet. But he"s such an active man it"s hard to tie him down."
"He told me," Phil informed them, "he had that boat carried away up here on the back of a guide; and that another man brought his grub, blankets and outfit. You know we went and got all the duffle from the place he"d hidden it when he left here, a regular cave in the rocks; and everything looks like the party who bought the same had money to burn."
"Yes, he admitted that much to me," said Phil. "He also said those marks were on the table when they came. One of the guides told him a story about some men who were up two years ago, and arrested by government agents. He thinks they may have been bogus money-makers. When I showed him the fifty-cent piece X-Ray found he tried it every which way, and said it was probably counterfeit, though as clever an imitation as he had ever seen. But there"s another grumble of thunder, boys, so let"s get to work."
With the four of them hustling, things were speedily arranged. After the lame man and Mazie had been a.s.sisted under cover, the boys started to lay in plenty of fire-wood to last them a couple of days. There could be no telling how long the storm might linger--perhaps there would be only an hour of furious bombardment; and then again it was likely to rain heavily for days. Adirondack storms have a pretty bad name, as all will agree who have ever experienced their vigor and fury.
X-Ray even climbed up on the roof, and proceeded to patch one corner that he imagined needed repairs.
"I"m not like the backwoodsman who never seemed to get his leaky roof mended," X-Ray announced, from his elevated position; "and when they came to ask him the reason he says, says he: "When it rains I carnt mend it; and when the weather"s dry, what"s the use?" The time to do it is when you hear the thunder warning you there"s something great coming."
"It"s getting closer all the while," commented Phil, as a louder burst came to their ears.
"And listen, what"s that other sound we hear?" asked X-Ray Tyson, about ready to descend from his perch.
"Why, that"s wind!" announced Ethan.
"Whew! it must be a hurricane then, for I thought that was a freight train. I"m glad we haven"t any big tree hanging over us that"d be in danger of falling. And I"m also pleased to know our Lodge is so well protected by evergreens and birches. They"ll serve as a wind-break."
"There"s the rain; and as the wind is pretty fierce, we"d better adjourn to the cabin," and Phil led the way, with the others at his heels.
Hardly had they entered than there was a vivid flash without, followed by a crash that shook the humble cabin. Then with a shriek the wind swooped down, the rain began to fall in sheets and the storm was on.
They had seen ordinary storms many times, but one and all were decidedly of the opinion that this was something beyond the common. When X-Ray called it a hurricane he was not far out of the way.
Every little while they could hear a crash somewhere near by that sounded like a big tree falling; and in fact they understood that this was what was taking place; all of which made them doubly glad they had so good a shelter.
CHAPTER XV
AFTER THE STORM
"Such a night I"ve pa.s.sed; never slept a wink!" groaned Lub, as he dangled his feet over the side of an upper bunk, and held a heavy head between his hands.
"Well, all I can say is that you made so much noise snoring I couldn"t hear the wind blow at times; so explain that away if you can. Jump down there, and stop shutting off what little light there is from me."
That was X-Ray Tyson talking. As Ethan had insisted on making himself a sleeping place on the floor alongside Phil, X-Ray had pre-empted his bunk, giving his own to the wounded man, while little Mazie had the second upper one.
It had indeed been a terrible night.
With little cessation the storm had held forth. At times Phil, lying awake because it was impossible to get the clamor out of his mind, wondered if there would be any decent-sized trees left in the North Woods by the time things settled down quiet again.
He and Ethan were up and busily engaged getting some breakfast ready. It was as much as they could do to see, so dim was the light; and they did not dare use the lantern, because their supply of kerosene was limited.
"How"d you like to have been caught out in that whooper, eh, Lub?" asked Ethan, as the other continued to yawn, and rub his reddened eyes, though still occupying his position there on the edge of his berth, X-Ray having crawled out below.
"Please excuse me from answering that question," the other replied. "I never"d have survived it, I reckon. Bad enough to be in a d.i.n.ky little twelve by twelve cabin, let alone a hollow tree, or a make-shift under a shelving rock."
"Now, none of your making fun of Birch Bark Lodge," warned X-Ray; "it"s been a hunky-dory refuge, all right, don"t forget it. And say, not a drop leaked in on us through that bad part in the roof. Shows what a little common-sense can do for things, don"t it?"
"All I can say," remarked Phil, from over the fire, "is that I"m sorry for any one who might be unlucky enough as to get caught in that howler. If they missed being struck by lightning, they ran a big chance of getting crushed under a falling tree."
"Yes," added Ethan, "and at the best they"d be soaked through and through. It"s no fun to feel that way all night. You start to shivering, and then like as not your teeth rattle together like you"ve heard the minstrel end-man shake his bones when he sings. I"ve had a little experience, and I know what I"m talking about."
The man in the lower bunk had been listening to all this conversation.
Phil noticed he seemed to have an additional line across his forehead.
Perhaps the storm had also kept him awake. Possibly he had often thought of how uncomfortable it would be for any one he happened to know, who might have been caught in the open woods by the howling gale.
They were eating breakfast some time later, when the man from his bunk, since he preferred to lie there while so many were around the small cabin, called out to Phil. He had long since recognized the patent fact that the Bradley boy was a leader of his set; and that the other three only too gladly looked up to Phil, not on account of his being independent with regard to means, but because he had the attributes of leadership in his person.
"Do you think the storm has slackened for good, Phil, or will it come back again for another siege? It seems to me the wind has changed, and is blowing much more evenly."
"When I took that look out just a bit ago," Phil told him, "I noticed several pretty good signs that seemed to tell we had got to the wind-up.
It wouldn"t surprise me, because these hard storms are not the ones that last for days. We could go out now, if we didn"t mind getting wet from the dripping of the trees."