Davy replied.
"That settles it, then," Thad went on, turning to Eli and Jim; "get a torch, or the lantern, and we"ll see what it was."
"Wow! this looks some interesting!" exclaimed Giraffe, beginning to show signs of excitement himself.
Eli picked up the lantern, and lighted it. Then he led the way into the bushes at the exact spot where, according to his educated ear, the snort and the crash had come from.
"Keep back, the rest of you," said Thad, "and let Eli do the looking. If he finds anything worth while, be sure you"ll all know about it."
A minute later the old guide called to them to come on.
"Bully for Eli; he"s lost no time in making good!" exclaimed Giraffe.
The whole party crowded around the old guide, who was on his knees on the ground, apparently examining some tracks he had found. He waved a hand to keep them from crowding too close to him, so as to interfere with his work.
Bending low, Thad could easily see the marks. Some one had been crouching there in the bushes, and spying on the camp. That he could not be an honest woodsman it was easy to guess, for as such he would have stalked straight into camp, sure of the warm welcome that is always extended to a stranger who looks good.
Eli pointed to the impression close to the footprints.
"Thar"s whar he rested the b.u.t.t o" his rifle," he said, positively, and Thad knew it was exactly as Eli declared, just as though he could himself see the actions of the hidden man. "Got on his knees and crawled up to whar he c"ud poke his nose outen the scrub hyar, an" watch us. And hyar"s whar he was arestin" on jest wun knee; cause ye kin see the mark o" his foot beyond."
"What was he doing that for?" asked Thad, though deep down in his heart he seemed to instinctively know.
"Wall, I kinder guess naow thet he mout a be"n a tryin" to see how he cud kiver wun o" us with his _gun!_" replied Eli.
He beckoned to Jim, and that worthy approached. There was a troubled look on the face of the younger guide that Thad could not but notice; and he realized that the affair might not be so great a mystery to Jim as it seemed to the rest of them.
"Take a squint at them hood tracks hyar, Jim; p"raps ye mout sorter reckernize the same," Eli remarked drily.
Jim only needed that one glance, and then he gritted his teeth as he observed:
"Oh! twar _him_, all right, Eli; I knowed it."
"Wow! and again I say, wow! this here is sure getting mighty interesting!" muttered Giraffe, shuffling uneasily from one foot to the other; while b.u.mpus, filled with a sudden alarm, started back into the camp, to arm himself with his new gun.
"Do you mean Old Cale Martin?" demanded Thad.
"None other," answered Jim, moodily.
"Then he must have seen you, Jim, sitting here?" the patrol leader went on.
"He sh.o.r.e did," replied the short guide.
"And amused himself covering you with his gun, just as if to say that he could put a bullet in you, if so be he wanted; but he didn"t want to, did he Jim?
"Reckon he didn"t, sir," the other ventured. "Yuh see, he ain"t jest _thet_ mad at me, so"s tuh wanter kill me; jest sez as haow I gotter keep away from whar he camps, yuh know."
"Sill, he said he meant to pin your ears to a tree, if he caught you up here; those were about the words your guide friend, Hen Parry, used, weren"t they, Jim?"
"Thet"s what they was; an" he meant it, too," Jim replied. "Thet"s one o" his good points, thet he allers keeps his word. If them game wardens cud ever git Ole Dad Martin tuh say as he never wud kill game outen season agin, they"d know nawthin" under the sun"d tempt him tuh do hit, not even if he was a dyin" fuh a bite o" meat. He ain"t all bad, this here Cale Martin."
"But what about you, Jim; seems to me this is taking big chances in your coming up here, when such a lawless character has a grudge against you, and is waiting to put his stamp on you that way. And strikes me, Jim, that you must have had a motive in coming, that was more than just bluff. How about that?"
The young guide glanced at Thad when he said this, and evidently realized that the patrol leader could read his mind better than most people; he looked a little confused; then gave a short nervous laugh, and said:
"Wall, naow, sense yuh sized me up thet away, I"ll jest hev tuh admit thet I did hev a notion in comin" up here, "sides takin" ye through the Eagle Lakes. I hed my orders tuh come, an" from one as I hes tuh mind."
He turned away while speaking, as though not inclined to say more just then in the presence of so many; but Thad made up his mind there was a story back of the strange actions of Jim; and that a few point-blank questions might bring it out. Before he slept he hoped he would find a chance to get Jim to one side and ask him about it; for he had reason to believe the other was ready to confide in him.
"Do you think he"ll come back again to-night?" asked Davy Jones.
"Who cares?" remarked a voice at the elbow of the speaker; and turning, they beheld b.u.mpus flourishing his new double-barrel gun, as though only too anxious for a chance to hold somebody up at its muzzle.
"Here, you keep that cannon aimed the other way, if you please!" cried Giraffe, dodging behind a convenient tree. "You ought to be marked with a red flag "dangerous--dynamite!" that"s what I think!"
"Come, let"s get back to camp," remarked Thad. "There"s little chance of Old Cale coming back here to-night. He got the scare of his life when that flashlight burst on him so sudden like. I wouldn"t be surprised if he thought a rapid-fire machine gun was opening on him; or else that lightning had taken to camping on his trail."
"Anyhow," remarked Allan, "he just couldn"t help turning and running as if the Old Nick were after him. And from that we can guess that Cale never heard tell of flashlight pictures."
"Well, can you blame him?" asked Thad. "Makes me think of the old fable, when the lion and the donkey went hunting together. The lion took up his station at the mouth of the cave where some goats had hidden, while the donkey went in; and made all sorts of terrible noises, braying. So the goats ran out, and the lion killed as many as he wanted. When the donkey came out he asked his partner if he had done the job in good shape.
"Fine," said the lion, "and you would have frightened me too, if I hadn"t known that you were only a donkey." And that"s the way with us, fellows; we were on to the game in advance, or some of us might have taken to our heels too."
"Here, that sounds mighty much like you were calling me a donkey,"
remarked Davy, trying to display a certain amount of offended dignity.
"Oh! not in the least," laughed Thad.
"If the shoe fits, put it on," jeered Giraffe. "You know they say that wherever you see smoke, there"s sure to be fire."
"Not much there ain"t," burst out b.u.mpus, with a grin. "I"ve seen _heaps_ of smoke started, without a sign of a blaze," and Giraffe subsided into silence knowing what was meant.
"Did you get a good picture, Davy?" asked Thad, as they once more settled down around the fire.
"Seemed like it to me," was the reply. "It was just when you were all laughing at what Eli here was saying. He had his hand up, like he was going to smack it down in the palm of the other, to emphasize a telling point in his story. Say, wouldn"t it be a great stunt now, if, when I developed that plate, I found a face sticking out of the bushes across yonder; and Jim here recognized it as belonging to that big terror of the pine woods, Cale Martin!"
"Say, that would be just great!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Step Hen; and all eyes were turned toward Jim; but that worthy made no remark, though he must have surely heard what was said.
As the evening grew on apace Thad was watching for the chance he wanted, to get a few words in private with the younger guide. Jim somehow had interested Thad from the start. He never said anything about himself or his folks; but somehow the young patrol leader had been drawn toward Jim. He believed the fellow to be a st.u.r.dy chap, clean and honest as any guide ever employed by big game hunters in the Maine woods. And now that it began to appear that there was a little mystery attached to his past, of course Thad felt a deeper interest in Jim than ever.
Perhaps it was accident that took Jim off after a while; he may have just wanted to smoke his pipe alone, and ponder on the strange fate that seemed to throw him once more in contact with the man who had crossed his life trail in the past, and apparently not in a pleasant way either.
But somehow Thad conceived an idea that Jim just knew he wanted to have a quiet little chat with him; and was thus making an opening.
Just as he had expected he found the guide leaning against a tree near by. The light from the flickering blaze of the camp-fire reached the spot, but faintly; and Jim did not even show any signs of nervousness when Thad drew near, which was one indication that he had half expected his coming.
Perhaps Jim even invited a chance to bestow his confidence on the young scoutmaster. He must have seen before now that Thad Brewster was no ordinary boy; and when a man has been brooding over _something_ a long time, he often feels like having a friend to whom he may pour out the troubles of his soul, and from whom perhaps he may look for advice.
"Not thinking of changing your mind, are you Jim?" asked Thad, as he joined the other by the tree.
"If yuh mean "bout goin" back, an" feelin" like a whipped houn" dog, sir, "taint in Jim Hasty tuh do thet aways. Fact is," the guide went on, with a stubborn ring in his voice, "meetin" up with Ole Cale jest kinder makes me more sot in my mind than ever. I stays with yuh right through, yuh kin bank on thet."