CHAPTER XIV
POINTING OUT THE TRAIL
After leaving the window at the rear of the cabin, Ned moved to the north side, where there was no window at all, and stood there, huddled against the wall, until he heard the old lady enter the house and close the door. Peering around the corner to see that no one was in sight, he crossed the open s.p.a.ce swiftly and approached the grove where he had seen Jack.
Jack was not in sight, but a round hole cut in the bark of a tree told the direction in which he had gone. In the Indian sign language used by the Boy Scouts this meant:
"This is the trail. Keep on in this direction."
Wondering what had taken Jack away so suddenly, Ned followed on until he came to an open s.p.a.ce where no trees were growing. He, however, kept straight ahead, taking snapshots as he came to desirable scenes.
A hundred yards from the edge of the grove he came to a small round stone sitting on top of a large one. Then he walked faster and with more confidence. This, too, said:
"This is the trail! Keep on!"
It was now after noonday, and the sun poured fiercely down into the valley between the great ridges. There were patches of forest here and there, and now and then the boy came to a field which had been planted to corn. Still, he came upon no human being. The two cabins he saw seemed empty and deserted.
Weary and hungry as he was, Ned kept on, now reading the trail sign from a tree, now from a stone, now from a bunch of gra.s.s tied at the top, with the ends of the blades sticking straight up. He walked a couple of miles without turning to the right or left, and then found a new signal. The hole in the bole of the tree where the sign stood was accompanied by a long cut in the bark of the left side.
This, as plainly as a voice from the thicket could have done, said:
"Turn to the left and keep on in that direction until you are further instructed."
The turn to the left led Ned up the slope. So the field of action was likely to be in the mountains again! The signs were closer together now, and Ned followed them with faith that he was on the right track.
But who had made the trail? Was it Jimmie or Jack? Probably the latter, Ned concluded, for Jimmie would not be likely to have had an opportunity of so blazing his trail, while Jack was free to do so at will.
But why had Jack gone away on the trail alone? Why had he not called to him, Ned, in order that they might proceed together?
It was possible that the boy might be following some person whom he suspected of the abduction, still that did not seem to be likely, as any one tracking another in the broad light of day, in such a country as that, over open places and rocky elevations, would be almost certain to be discovered. Ned feared the boy was being led into a trap.
Finally, almost at the edge of the timber, Ned came to a third sign.
There were three holes cut in the bark of a tree, facing the trail he had followed, and on the right side was the familiar slit in the bark.
"Turn to the right and be careful, for there may be danger ahead!"
That is what the talk on the tree said!
To the right lay a rim of trees, facing the bare face of the mountain. Between the trees and the summit lay a long stretch of rocky slope, in some places actually inaccessible to one not an expert in mountain climbing.
Obeying the signal, Ned turned to the right and kept under the shelter of the trees. It was very still there, save for the sharp raspings of insects hiding in the foliage and the sleepy call of birds in the sky and in the tops of the trees.
The boy made his way through the underbrush for some distance without finding any sign. At a loss what course to pursue, he decided to do nothing! So he sat down in a thicket and waited. And while he waited he took snapshots!
His thought, sitting there in suspense, was that Jack might have waited for him at some point on the trail! At best the boy could have been only a half hour ahead of him. He waited an hour, until the sun began to touch the tops of the distant western mountains, and then climbed cautiously up a tree and looked about.
Then there came a rustling in the bushes farther to the south, and the low, angry growl of a black bear came up to him! Ned began sliding down the tree at once.
That was the call of the Black Bear Patrol! He knew now that Jack was not far off. At the bottom of the tree he found the boy waiting for him!
"Say, but I"ve had a long wait!" Jack complained.
"Why didn"t you signal before, then?" demanded Ned.
"Why, I thought you"d come right on, come on and meet me!"
"And you never knew I was here until I climbed the tree?"
"Of course not. How should I?"
"Well," Ned observed, "we"ll know better next time. I presume I should have made a sign myself--the call of the pack, for instance."
"Of course," Jack replied. "Now," he went on, "do you know what"s doing here?"
"I"m in quest of information," Ned grinned. "What have you found?"
"I"ve discovered that the Brady cabin is being watched!"
Ned couldn"t understand that, and said so. Jack went on: "When I stood in front of the house, two men came out of the canyon and walked down to the tree belt and stopped. They stood there a long time, talking, and then started off in this direction and I followed them."
"Are they mountaineers?" asked Ned. "People of this section?"
"Certainly not! They are to all appearances city people, at least in dress."
"You couldn"t hear what they were saying?" asked Ned.
"No, but I could get some idea of their thoughts from their gestures.
One was kicking about something, and the other was trying to pacify him."
"Well, where did they go? Where did you see them last?" asked Ned.
"They went up the slope, and disappeared behind that chimney of rock.
I"ve got pictures of that rock!"
"This looks like a three-cornered game!" Ned mused.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Jack. "Where are the three interests?"
"We"ll probably have to come back here tonight," Ned went on, without answering the question. "We can never get up that slope in daylight without attracting their attention."
"We must be at least four up-hill miles from camp," Jack calculated.
"All of that," answered Ned. "It is a long walk there and back."
"Then why not remain here?" asked Jack. "I"m hungry, but I"m more in need of rest than food just now. We can lie here in the thicket until night, and then creep up the slope and see what"s doing."
"I was about to suggest that," Ned observed, "but I thought you"d be ravenous for the sight of a camp dinner!"