"Stay where we are and watch," commanded Charley, with a grim smile.
"The bear"s too badly hurt to be dangerous. Watch him, fellows, just watch."
Chris had knelt where he had been standing when the bear charged, had rested his rifle on his knee, and was taking careful aim at the advancing beast. There was a look of stubborn determination on his little ebony face while his heart was beating with pride and exultation. Here was his great chance to turn the tables on his white companions. No longer would they dare tease him about running from the eel or about his adventure after the crane. He would be able now to twit them all, even the captain, with running away while he, Chris, stood his ground.
"Run, Chris, run," shouted Charley from the edge of the clearing, but the little darky ignored the warning.
His keen eyes could see that the bear was badly wounded and liable to drop at any minute. Already it was swaying drunkenly from side to side.
Now it was forty feet away, now thirty and almost ready to drop. Ten feet more and he would fire, Chris resolved. But that ten feet proved the ambitious little darky"s undoing. A concentrated drop of buzzing liquid fire struck him above the eye, while hand and legs seemed splashed with molten fire. Down went the rifle with a thud and with a shrieked "Oh golly, oh golly, oh golly!" a black streak cleared the open ground with kangaroo-like leaps and shot into the forest.
"Run for the marsh and roll in the mud, Chris,"" shouted Charley after the streak.
The bear stumbled forward a few feet further, then sank slowly to the ground. Charley looked after the flying Chris, shaking with laughter, while the others stood beside him in silent amazement.
"Hold on a minute," said Charley, as the captain stepped forward toward the bear which was kicking, out in the last convulsive throes of death.
"Aye, aye," agreed the captain cheerfully, stopping short, "you"re the pilot in these waters, lad."
"I promise you I will not keep you at anchor long, Captain," laughed Charlie, as with his hunting-knife he began hacking at a clump of scrub-palmetto.
A few minutes was all the time needed to acc.u.mulate a heap of the big, fan-like leaves. These Charley made into three torch-like bundles, taking care to place a dead dry leaf between each two green ones.
Binding each bundle together with a wisp of green leaf, he struck a match and lit up the three, pa.s.sing one to the captain and Walter, and keeping one himself.
The dry leaves blazed up like tinder but the green ones only smoldered, sending forth a volume of black, thick pungent smoke.
"Keep waving them about you," he cautioned, "that"s the way. Now all ready. Forward, march."
As they drew nearer to the carcase of the hear, they became aware of a curious humming sound in the air. The cause was soon apparent and the mystery that had puzzled them was solved when they reached the beast.
The carcase was covered with bees while close above it hummed a swarm of others watching for an exposed place to plant their stings.
A few minutes beating about with the smoking torches cleared the scene of the vicious little insects, those not stupefied by the smoke beating a hasty retreat back to their home in the hollow log which bruin had tried to despoil.
The hunters had now a chance to view their prize without being molested. It was only a common, black Florida bear, weighing not over four hundred pounds, but fat and in the pink of condition. Its thick, glossy fur had protected its body from the bees" a.s.sault, but swollen muzzle, eyes, and ears, told of the penalty it had paid in playing robber for its favorite food,--honey.
All fell to work with their hunting-knives and speedily had the heavy skin removed.
Walter smacked his lips as he cut away a couple of huge steaks with a thick rim of fat. "Gee, those are fit for a king," he exclaimed. "I wonder where our cook is. Do you suppose he has stopped running yet?"
Charley chuckled. "It"s mean," he admitted, "but I can"t help but laugh when I think of how he looked kneeling there in stern resolve to be covered with glory, and the transformation when he was covered with bees."
The three laughed heartily at the recollection, but Walter"s laugh ended in a hungry sigh. "I wish he was here to cook these steaks. If he comes back, don"t let"s tease him, fellows. He"s suffered enough for one time."
"I bet he will be back by the time we get this fellow cut up and a fire going," Charley said.
But the big animal was all cut up, what was not wanted for immediate use cut into thin strips for drying, and a roaring fire going, and still no sign of the missing one.
"Well, I guess we will have to cook some of it the best we can, although I expect we"ll make a sorry mess of it without Chris. I guess broiling some of it will be the easiest way."
Each cut himself a long, green palmetto stem which would not take fire readily and sharpened one end to a point upon which he impaled a generous slice of steak. With flushed faces and singed fingers they kept turning the meat over and over before the blaze. It was an unsavory mess, burnt and ash covered, which they at last p.r.o.nounced done and deposited upon a clean palmetto leaf. Hungry as wolves, each cut off a generous mouthful and began to chew. They chewed and chewed looking at each other with keen disappointment on their faces.
Walter at last spat out his mouthful in disgust. "It"s tough as sole leather and about as tasteless. We even forgot the salt, too."
A little figure lurking behind a tree on the edge of the clearing evidently deemed this just the proper time to make its presence known, for it stepped boldly out from behind its shelter. Its right eye was closed tight by an enormous swelling, and its nose was twice its natural size, but it strode forward with head up and dignity in its tread.
"Chris," shouted in delight the three beside the fire.
The little darky looked down on the pile of burnt and ruined meat in disgust. "I knowed you chillen"s would go an" spoil de best part ob my bear. Now you-all jis get out ob de way an" dis n.i.g.g.e.r goin" to show you how to cook b"ar meat."
"But it"s so tough, Chris, that we can"t chew it," Walter objected.
"You chillens jes get out of de way like I tells you," said the little negro vaingloriously. "Just come back in forty minutes an" dinner will be ready. Leave dis n.i.g.g.e.r alone "till then "cause he"s powerful cross to-day."
Charley nudged the captain and Walter and the three withdrew to a little distance, leaving Chris in possession of the field.
"Chris will fix it up all right," Charley a.s.sured them. "While he"s at it, let"s have a try for some of the honey the bear was into," he suggested.
His two companions gave an eager a.s.sent.
CHAPTER XI.
THE PAWPAWS.
Three more torches of palmetto leaves were quickly made, lighted up, and, with extra handfuls of the green leaves, our party advanced towards the tree where they had first seen the bear. They were met by a buzzing horde of the workers who swarmed out to defend their homes, but these were soon silenced by the pungent smoke of the torches and our hunters soon stood by the tree where bruin had met his Waterloo.
A few feet from the ground was a ma.s.sive limb and a little above it was a cavity in the trunk itself, around which more bees buzzed industriously. A few waves of the smoke torches quieted these, and Charley swung himself up on the limb beside the hole. A little more smoke completed the job and with his hunting-knife he dug out great squares of the clear, dripping comb, which he pa.s.sed down to his companions who had stripped off a slab of hickory bark for its reception.
"That is more than we can eat," he at last declared, slipping to the ground, "besides I"ve got a "hunch" that Chris has got that bear meat ready for us and I am hungry as a wolf."
"It may be cooked all right but it will still be too tough to eat,"
mourned Walter.
"Don"t you believe it," chuckled Charley, "those bear steaks are going to be as tender as chicken. If you will not give me away to Chris, I will show you the reason why."
The captain and Walter eagerly gave the promise of secrecy.
"See that shrub?" said the instructor, pointing to a banana-like stalk of a tree-like shrub without branches, but from which protruded large, round glossy leaves with short stems. Close to its trunk near the crown hung a close cl.u.s.ter of golden fruit about the size of an apple.
Walter plucked one of the ripe fruit and bit into it hungrily, but spat out the mouthful in disgust.
"You have to acquire a taste for it, the same as you have to for turtle eggs, olives, and a dozen other things that taste unpleasant at first,"
Charley said. "You"ll find that little tree scattered all over Florida where the soil is at all rich. It is called pawpaw by the natives, who regard it highly for the sake of its one peculiar virtue. A few drops of the juice of its ripe fruit spread over a tough Florida steak will in a few minutes, make it as tender as veal. The same results can be attained by wrapping the steak in the leaves and letting it lay a slightly longer time. The best of it is that meat treated in this manner is not injured in the slightest. In fact it seems to gain in flavor from the treatment. But there is Chris waving to us. Keep quiet about the pawpaws. I want to hear his explanation."
They were too hungry to lose any time in obeying Chris" signals. The little darky had arranged a kind of tablecloth of moss on the ground and had put upon it slabs of clean cut bark for plates, while upon each rude plate reposed a thick, juicy, bear steak, done to a turn. The steak was delicious and tender as chicken and with a taste all its own.
"You"re a born cook, Chris," declared Walter, as he paused to take a full breath. "What makes it so tender, now? that which we cooked was tough as leather."