"Keep up your courage," said Long Jerry, cheerfully. "If them gals was sharp at all they"d find some shelter and make a fire."
"If they had matches," said Mr. Cameron, doubtfully.
"Ruth had matches, I know," said Tom.
"Oh, we"ll find them safe and sound," declared the guide.
One of Long Jerry"s prophecies was fulfilled within the hour. The storm broke. Tom had aroused his friends and the three boys had enlarged the tunnel through the snow from the back porch into the yard, and were shoveling a pa.s.sageway to the stables. The last flakes of the blizzard fluttered down upon them, and the tail of the gale blew the clouds to tatters and revealed the almost black sky with the stars sparkling like points of living fire.
"Hurrah!" cried Bob Steele. "It"s over!"
The guide and the two other men were already getting on their snowshoes, having eaten hurriedly by the kitchen fire. They started out at once to rouse the neighbors. By sunrise the sky was entirely clear and the visitors to the backwoods could climb to the second floor gallery of the lodge and look out over the great drifts. In places the snow was heaped fifteen feet high; but the men shuffled off over these drifts and back again as easily as they would have walked on six inches of snow.
They brought with them six other men, who also sat down to breakfast in the big kitchen, while Mr. Cameron and the boys and Mrs.
Murchiston finished their meal in the dining-room. To the surprise of the visitors to the camp, one of the men whom Long Jerry had brought in to help find the girls was the Rattlesnake Man, as he was called.
"We found him poking about the woods by himself, sir," said Long Jerry, privately, to Mr. Cameron. "He says there"s been a boy staying with him for a while back, and that he started out hunting just before the storm. The old hermit was looking for him. By what he says, I believe it"s the same boy you folks was bringing up here-the one that claims to be Fred Hatfield."
"That poor fellow may have lost himself in the blizzard, too, eh?"
returned the merchant. "Let us hope we will find them all safely."
In fifteen minutes the whole party started from the lodge on snowshoes, the boys dragging their toboggans and the men carrying food and hot coffee in vacuum bottles. They separated into four parties; the three boys and Jerry Todd kept together. Jerry believed that the girls would have drifted some with the storm and therefore he struck off due east from the house.
In an hour they came back to the bank of the stream near where Ruth and Reno had their adventure with the panther.
"If old Reno had been well enough to come with us, he would have scented them in a hurry," declared Tom. "See the creek! it"s completely smothered in snow."
They followed the course of the stream for some distance and found the banks growing more steep. Suddenly Jerry began to sniff the keen air, and in a moment he cried:
"There"s a fire near, boys. Somebody is burning pine boughs--and there isn"t any house near, that I can swear to!"
They hurried on. Inside of half a mile Isadore descried a column of blue smoke ahead. They began to shout at once, and it was not long before answering cries delighted them.
"That"s Madge yelling," declared Bob. "I"d know her warwhoop anywhere."
Tom had set out as fast as he could travel, the toboggan jumping after him over the drifts. Even Busy Izzy grew excited, and yelled like a good fellow as he joined in the chase. They all ran down the bed of the stream and reached a deep cut where the banks were very high on either hand.
Up the white slope of the left hand bank was a small plateau on which the fire was burning. Some sort of a camp had been established, surrounded by an embankment of tramped snow. Over this fortress the heads of all six of the girls became visible, all crying out to their rescuers in such a medley of exclamations that no one was understandable.
"Helen! Ruth!" cried Tom. "Are you all right?"
"We"re right as right can be, Tommy," returned his sister, gaily.
"We"re not!" squealed Jennie Stone. "We"re almost starved to death.
If you haven"t brought anything for us to eat, don"t dare come up here, for we"ve turned cannibals and we"re just about to cast lots to see who should first be sacrificed to the general good!"
But there was more than laughter to season this rescue. Some tears of relief were shed, and even Isadore Phelps showed some shame-faced joy that the catastrophe had resulted in no worse hardships for the girls. He said to Heavy:
"I"m sorry I spoiled that old taffy. If you"d eaten your full share of _that_ the other day, I expect you wouldn"t have suffered so from hunger."
The only person who was seriously troubled by the adventure was the strange boy. He had suffered severely In the storm and now he could scarcely move for pains in his back and legs. Otherwise it is doubtful if he would not have run when he heard Long Jerry"s voice among the rescuers.
"Great turtle soup!" roared the guide, when he beheld the shrinking, cowering boy. "How did you get here? Do you mean to say you are alive, Fred Hatfield? Why, they buried you--"
"No, they didn"t!" snarled the boy. "They only thought they did."
"And you"ve let "em think all this time that you were shot--and poor "Lias in jail? Well! you always was a mean little scamp, Fred Hatfield!"
But Ruth would not let the guide scold the boy any more. "He"s very sick, Mr. Todd," she said. "He"ll have to be carried to the lodge. I believe it is rheumatism, and he ought to have a doctor at once."
"Lucky he is down and out, then," muttered the guide, "or I"d be tempted to lay him across my knee and spank him right here and now!"
The girls were very thankful indeed for the hot drink and the food that had been brought. Jerry signaled with his rifle and brought the whole party to the spot within the hour, including the Rattlesnake Man. But when the old hermit saw that the boy was found he would stop no longer.
"Let his folks look after him. I gave him shelter; but he"s a bad boy, I reckon. And he doesn"t like my children. I don"t want anybody about my place that doesn"t like my children. Now, that little girl,"
he added, pointing to Ruth, "_she_ wasn"t afraid of them; was you?"
"Not much," returned Ruth, bravely. "And I"m coming to see you again, sir, if I can."
"You may come at any time, and welcome," answered the Rattlesnake Man, with a low bow. "Maybe you would like to learn how to handle my pets," he added, with a queer grin.
"What, the snakes!" screamed Helen.
"No, I don"t think I"d care to do that," replied Ruth.
"They would not hurt you-they soon learn to know their friends-and they get to be as friendly as kittens," returned the hermit. "I have a name for each one of them," he went on, somewhat proudly.
"Maybe I"ll--I"ll look at them-but I won"t want to touch them,"
answered Ruth. A few minutes later the strange Rattlesnake Man took his departure.
Fred Hatfield and the girls were all packed upon the sleds and drawn over the snow to the camp, where the rescued and rescuers arrived in safety before noon. But the girls had been through such an experience, and were so exhausted, that as soon as dinner was over they were commanded to go to bed, while one of the men started to town for a doctor to attend young Hatfield.
"And be sure and take this letter to the sheriff," said Mr. Cameron.
"This foolish boy"s brother must be released from jail at once. And if his folks want him, they can come here to Snow Camp and take him home," added the merchant, in some disgust. "I must say that it seems as though pity would be wasted on Fred Hatfield."
CHAPTER XXV
CERTAIN EXPLANATIONS
But the boy was more seriously ill than any of them suspected at the time. Before night, when the doctor arrived (walking over on snow-shoes with the guide) Fred was in a high fever and was rambling in his speech. None of the girls was seriously injured by the adventure in the snow; but the doctor shook his head over Hatfield.
Mrs. Murchiston gave the youth good attention, however, and the doctor promised to come again as soon as a horse could get through the roads. Two days pa.s.sed before anybody got to Snow Camp saving on snowshoes. The governess was so kind to the sick boy that he broke down and confessed all his wretched story to her.
His home life had not been very happy since his father"s death. His brother "Lias, and the other big boys, were hard-working woodsmen and thought Fred ought to work hard, too, in the woods and on their poor little farm. He had finally had a fierce quarrel with "Lias and the older boy had thrashed him.