"I"m going!" declared Ruth, firmly. "If the panther is coming from that woman"s house--the woman who telephoned--then the pond is in the very opposite direction. I"ll take Tom"s rifle and some cartridges."
"But you don"t know how to shoot!" cried Helen.
"We ought to know. It"s a shame that girls don"t learn to handle guns just like boys. I"m going to get Long Jerry Todd to show me how."
While she spoke she had run into the hall and caught up Tom"s light rifle. She knew where his ammunition was, too. And she secured half a dozen cartridges and put them into the magazine, having seen Tom load the gun the day before.
"You"ll shoot yourself!" murmured Helen.
"I hope not," returned Ruth, shaking her head. "But I hope I won"t have a chance to shoot the panther. I don"t want to see that awful beast again."
"I don"t see how you dare, Ruth Fielding!" cried Helen.
"Huh! It isn"t because I"m not afraid," admitted her chum. "But somebody must tell those boys, dear."
Ruth had already seized her coat and cap. She shrugged herself into the former, pulled the other down upon her ears, and catching up the loaded gun ran out of the kitchen just before Mrs. Murchiston, who had suddenly suspected what she was about, came to forbid the venture. Ruth, however, was out of the house and winging her way down the cleared path toward the pond, before the governess could call to her.
"Oh, she will be killed, Mrs. Murchiston!" cried Helen, in tears.
"Not likely," declared that lady. "But she should not have gone out without my permission."
Nor was Ruth altogether as courageous as she appeared. She did not suppose that the huge cat that had so frightened her and the strange boy that Mr. Cameron had brought up from Cheslow, was very near Snow Camp as yet. Yet she glanced aside as she ran with expectation in her eyes, and when of a sudden something jumped in the bushes, she almost shrieked and ran the faster.
There was a crash beside the path, the bushes parted, and a great, fawn-colored body leaped out into the path.
"Oh, Reno!" Ruth cried. "I never _was_ so frightened! You bad dog--I thought you were the cat-o"-mountain."
But immediately she felt that her fear was gone. Here was Tom"s faithful mastiff, whose tried courage she knew, and which she knew would not fail her if they came face to face with the panther.
She hurried on, nevertheless, to the pond, to warn the boys; but to her surprise, as she approached the ice, she heard nothing of the truants. There was no ring of steel on the ice, nor were their voices audible. When Ruth Fielding reached the ice, the pond was deserted.
"Now what could have happened to them? Where have they gone?"
thought the girl.
She hesitated, not alone staring about the open pond, but looking sharply on either side into the snow-mantled woods. Reno remained by her and she had a hand upon his collar. Should she shout? Should she call for Tom Cameron and his mates? If she called, and the terrible cat was within earshot, it might be attracted to her by the sound.
"Baby!" she finally apostrophized herself. "I don"t suppose that beast is anywhere near. Here goes!" and she raised her clear voice in a l.u.s.ty shout.
There came, however, no reply. She shouted again and again, with a like result.
"Where under the sun could those boys have gone?" was her unspoken question. "Could they have returned to the house by some other path?"
But she did not believe this was so. Rather, she was inclined to think Tom and his comrades had gone farther than the pond. There was a good-sized stream through which the waters of this pond emptied into Rolling River. That outlet was frozen over, too, and it would be just like the three boys to explore the frozen stream.
Ruth wished that she had brought her skates instead of the gun with her. She felt now that the boys should indeed be warned of the roaming panther, as they had gone so far from the lodge. Here was Reno, too. If she told the mastiff to find Tom, he would doubtless do so. She could even send some written word to the boys by the dog--had she a pencil and paper. It would not be the first time that Reno had played message-bearer.
But the warn Tom and his companions would not be all Ruth had started out to do. Tom was a good shot and a steady hand, she knew.
With this loaded rifle in his hand the party might feel fit to meet the panther, if it so fell out. Without any weapon even the n.o.ble mastiff might prove an insufficient protection.
CHAPTER XV
THE BATTLE IN THE SNOW
It was a fact that Ruth was tempted to run back to the house, just as fast as she could go, and from there send Reno out to find his young master. Whether the dog could have traced Tom on the ice, however, is a question, for Ruth did not yield to this cowardly suggestion. She had come out with the gun to find the boys, and her hesitation at the edge of the pond was only momentary.
She started down the pond toward the stream, seeing the scratches of the boys" skates leading in that direction. There could be no doubt as to where they had gone. Ruth only wished that she had brought her skates when she ran so hastily from Snow Camp.
Not a sound reached her ears, save the sharp twitter of a sparrow now and then, the patter of Reno"s feet on the ice, and the rattle of the loaded rifle against the b.u.t.tons of her sweater-coat. The forest that surrounded the pond seemed uninhabited. The axes of the woodsmen did not echo here, and the boys must indeed be a great way off, for she could distinguish no sound whatever from them.
Yet she had no doubt that she was following their trail--not even when she came down to the outlet of the pond. The strokes of the skates upon the ice were still visible. The three boys had certainly gone down the frozen stream.
"Come on, Reno!" she exclaimed aloud, encouraging herself in her duty. "We"ll find them yet. They certainly could not have gone clear to Rolling River--that"s ten miles away!"
The stream was not ten yards across--nothing more than a creek. The woods and underbrush shut it in closely. There was not a mark in the snow on either hand of footsteps--not that Ruth could see. And how heavy the afternoon silence was!
Ruth had recovered in a measure from the first fear she had felt of the marauding panther. The beast, had he traveled toward Snow Camp, was likely miles away from the spot. She had determined to go on and find Tom and the others, more that they might be warned of peril on approaching Snow Camp, than for any other reason.
And she did wish, now, that Tom and the other boys would appear. She was more than a mile--quite two miles, indeed--from the lodge.
"I guess Mr. Cameron will call me reckless again. He suggested that I was that when I followed Fred Hatfield--or whatever his name was-- from the cars at Emoryville. He"ll surely scold me for this," thought Ruth.
She kept on down the stream, however, and at last began to shout for her boy friends. Her clear voice rang from wall to wall of the forest; but it could not have been heard far into the snowy depths on either hand. Suddenly Reno growled a little, sniffed, and the hair upon his neck began to rise.
"Now, there"s no use your doing that, boy," Ruth declared, clutching the mastiff tight by the collar with her left hand, while she balanced the rifle in her right. "If you hear them, bark! Tom will know it"s you, then, and your bark will carry farther than my voice, I do believe."
Reno whined, and looked from side to side, sniffing the keen, still air. It seemed as though he scented danger, but did not know for sure from which direction it was coming.
"You"re scaring me, acting so, Reno!" exclaimed Ruth. "I wish you wouldn"t. I can"t help feeling that the panther is right behind me somewhere. Oh!"
The end of her soliloquy was a shriek. Something flashed through the brush clump on her left hand. Reno broke into a savage barking and sprang toward the bank. But Ruth did not lose her grip on his collar, and her hand restrained him.
"Oh, Tom! Tom!" the girl cried.
There was another movement in the bushes. It was between Ruth and the way to the camp, had she been so foolish as to try to reach the house directly through the woods. But she did face up stream again, and had Reno been willing to accompany her she would have run as hard as ever she could in that direction.
"Come, Reno! Come, good dog!" she gasped, tugging at his collar.
"Let it alone--we must go back----"
Reno uttered another savage growl and sprang upon the bank. The hard packed snow crunched under him. There sounded a scream from the brush --a sound that Ruth knew well. The catamount was really at hand--there could be no mistaking that awful cry, once having heard it.
The dog burst through the bushes with such a savage clamor that Ruth was indeed terrified. She sprang after him, however, hoping to drag him back from any affray with the panther. What would Tom Cameron say if anything happened to his brave and beautiful Reno?
It was past the girl"s power, however, to stay the mastiff. With angry barks he broke through the barrier and entered a small glade not a stone"s throw from the bank of the stream. Before Ruth reached this cleared place she saw the tracks of the beast which had so startled her. There could be no mistaking the round impressions of the great, padded paws. Unlike the print of the bear, or the dog, that of the cat shows no marks of claws unless it be springing at its prey.