"It may be the deer a whistling," thought he, listening intently.
"But, no; that ain"t made by no deer. I believe--it"s--somebody a coming along."
Some distance to his left Ralph could now detect a connected sound as if a tune were being whistled. In his eager desire for human companionship, he cast prudence completely aside and ran forward shouting:
"Hold on! I"m coming. Hold on till I get there!"
CHAPTER IV.
The Moonshiners and the Railroad.
The whistling stopped suddenly. Ralph kept on, however, in the direction where he had last heard the sounds, and presently distinguished two dim forms standing in an open s.p.a.ce amid the trees, through which ran the white thread that indicated the lost trail.
"I say," began the lad, "are you fellows going down the mountain? If you are, I"d like to go with you. Fact is, I believe I"m lost."
"Halt, there, young feller!" was the reply, given in sharp, stern tones. "One step further and you"ll find half an ounce of lead under your skin, mebbe."
Ralph obeyed, somewhat puzzled and decidedly alarmed. The men--there were two of them--drew something over their faces, then ordered the boy to advance.
He did so, and on drawing near saw that they now wore masks, and had long sacks swung over their shoulders, with a load of some kind in either end. When he saw the masks and the bags Ralph understood at once what their business was.
"Who are you?" demanded one of the men, and the lad could see that he held a pistol in one hand. "No lyin", now!"
"My name is Granger, and I"m from over on Hiawa.s.see River way. Want to get down into the low country. Got lost; stayed in a shack while it rained, and--here I am."
"Be you a son of old Bras Granger?"
"No; grandson."
The two whispered together a moment, then one of them said:
"I reckon you"re all right, boy. "Taint wuth while to ast our names, "cause d"ye see--we wouldn"t tell."
"You"d be fools if you did," returned Ralph, his self confidence now fully restored. "I ain"t a wanting to know who you are. I know already what you are."
"How"s that?" came sharply back, and an ominous click was heard, which, however, did not seem to alarm Ralph.
"Moonshiners," said the boy briefly. "Haven"t I been raised among "em?
I"ve got kin folks as stills regular, I"m sorry to say."
"Sorry! Ain"t it a good trade?"
"Not when it lands you inside of some dirty jail. Besides, I don"t like the stuff, anyhow."
"No use to offer you a dram then?"
"Not a bit. But I say, if you"ll let me go on with you till we get down where there"s some houses, I"ll think more of that than if you gave me a barrel of whisky."
"We"re on our way back. We"re goin" up the mountain. But you foller this trail for about a mile, then take the first right hand turn.
Follow that "twel you come to an old field. T"other side of that you"ll find the mud pike as runs to Hendersonville. After that you"ll find houses thick enough. But where are you bound for after you get down there?"
"Oh, anywhere most. I"m after work."
Ralph concluded that he had better not be more explicit with strangers.
The moonshiners soon grew quite friendly and seemed a little hurt over Ralph"s persistence in declining a drink.
"I"m going out among strangers," he said, "and I"ve got to keep my head. The best way to do that is to let the stuff entirely alone.
Well, so long, men. I"m mighty glad I met up with you."
He struck out down the trail whistling merrily. Now that he was on the right road again, and with a clear night before him, he felt far more cheerful than before.
He found the old field without difficulty, and not far beyond he struck the Hendersonville pike as the moonshiner had intimated.
Here the country was more open. Large fields, interspersed with patches of woodland, were on either hand. Now and then he would pa.s.s a cabin, his approach being heralded by the barking of dogs.
Once or twice large buildings came into view. These were the residences of the more wealthy cla.s.s of planters. Even in the dim starlight, Ralph saw that they were larger than the log dwellings he was accustomed to.
Finally the moon went down. He would have stopped at some house and asked for shelter, but the hour was so late that he shrank from disturbing strangers. The night was not uncomfortably cool and he was getting further on.
Roosters began to crow. A few clouds glided athwart some of the brightest stars and he found difficulty in traveling.
Just beyond some buildings he stumbled over something hard and immovable. As he picked himself up, his hand came in contact with cold steel.
Peering closely he saw two long lines running parallel as far as he could distinguish on either hand. He found that they were of iron or steel and rested on wooden supporters, half buried in the earth.
"Dinged if this ain"t queer!" he thought. "Let me see. I wonder if this ain"t one of them railroads I"ve heard folks tell about. They say it"ll carry you as far in one hour as a man"ll walk all day."
Pondering over this, to him, puzzling celerity of motion, he groped his way along the track to where it broadened out into a switch.
"Reckon this one must run somewhere else," thought Ralph, when he suddenly detected a large dark object ahead. "What"s that, I wonder.
Guess I"ll look into that. Seeing I"m getting into a strange country it won"t do to be too careless."
Going slowly forward, he walked completely round the unknown affair, which he ascertained was on wheels that rested on the iron tracks.
"This must be one of their wagons they ride so fast in," said the boy to himself. "h.e.l.lo! The door is open."
It was an ordinary box car on a siding, the sliding door of which was partially open. As Ralph strove to peer within, he detected the sound of measured breathing.
"Some one is in there," he decided, and drew back cautiously.
The darkness had increased greatly and there seemed to be signs of another rain coming up. No other place of shelter was in the immediate neighborhood that he could discern.
He thrust his head into the car and felt with his hands. Nothing could he see, nor did he feel aught but the flooring of the car. While he debated as to what he should do, the rain began again.
"Gracious!" he exclaimed, "I don"t like to go into another man"s ranch like this, but blamed if I am going to get wet, with a shelter within two feet of me."