"Soon know," remarked Jim, who had a personal interest in the matter, seeing that the purloined canvas belonged to him; though of course he knew that his employers would stand for any loss he incurred while working in their service.
He took the lantern, and started away. Thad had managed to get some of his clothes on by this time, and he hurried after the shorter guide, who seemed to know exactly in which direction to pursue his investigations.
"I can see something ahead there," Thad remarked, presently.
"That"s the tent, all right," remarked Jim. "I only hopes as how she ain"t too bad cut up now. "Twas nearly new, and good, and stout; so I guess the ole chap he had some trouble gettin" loose from the same."
They found the tent where it had caught on a sprout, and torn free from the branching antlers of the moose, commonly called his horns.
"Not so bad after all," remarked Jim, when he had examined the extent of the damage made by the tent"s being so forcibly carried off. "I kin patch it up easy, when I gits a chance in the boat, to-morry. Guess as haow we gut off right smart, all things considerin", Thad."
And the young scoutmaster was ready to echo these words, when he got to thinking how one of a dozen things might have accompanied the mad rush of the moose through the camp.
They never did know what had really caused his charge; whether some vindictive spirit of rage provoked the huge beast; or that he fancied a rival bull were challenging him to mortal combat, just as in the case of the fellow, whom Sebattis had previously lured within gunshot, with his seductive moose call.
The balance of the night gave them only broken sleep; because of the sudden and rude shock of this awakening. b.u.mpus hugged his new gun close to his side; and raised his head so often to listen, that both Giraffe and Allan vowed they would be compelled to chase him outside if he didn"t get busy, and capture some sleep right away.
Morning came in due time, and they found that little damage had been done by the rush of the moose, beyond some rents in the canvas of the tent.
Once more they started forth, and all that day plodded on, making many miles, and by evening reaching the spot where Jim said they could have their canoes and luggage carried over to Portage Lake by a man he knew, who owned a team and a wagon.
"How far is it across from here?" asked Thad, seeking information.
"Depends on what way yuh go thar," replied Jim, "but I guesses as Nick he likes the three mile carry best. Start fresh in the mornin" sure."
After they had partaken of an early supper Jim went off to find his friend who owned the team, while the others busied themselves getting their belongings in as small a compa.s.s as possible, looking forward to what was expected to happen on the following morning.
Later, when Jim came back, he reported that he had interviewed Nick, and made all necessary arrangements with him to take the three canoes, and the stuff that went with them, across the carry in the morning. The boys were expected to walk and if necessary push at the wheels of the wagon, should it get stuck in a creek bed of soft quicksand.
The night pa.s.sed quietly, and all hands managed to put in plenty of time sleeping, to make up for the loss of the previous one. In the morning the loud "whoa" of a stentorian voice announced the arrival of the expected team. They proved to be oxen instead of horses, and once the canoes, and other stuff, had been loaded on the big low wagon, the journey commenced.
Slow progress was the order of the day. Giraffe grumbled, but it did no good. And it was really noon when they finally came in sight of the lake.
The canoes were gladly launched, a light lunch eaten, the teamster paid off, and then again the voyage was resumed under a favoring sky; for the air was bracing, and so far not a sign of the first snow storm had made its appearance, though the guides warned their charges to be prepared for the worst, as a downfall was nearly due.
A cold wind was blowing from the northwest so that the wise guides hugged the sheltered sh.o.r.e of Portage Lake, since the waves were of pretty good size, and the flying spray would be far from pleasant in such weather.
Finally they reached the place where the lake had its outlet into a small stream, that, after flowing for a number of miles, emptied into the Lower Lake of the great and famous Eagle chain.
On the sh.o.r.e of this lake then, they made their next camp. From the grave manner of Jim, the scoutmaster easily guessed that they must by now have entered the territory where Cale Martin, the slippery old poacher, held forth. Jim seemed to look about him more than before. He also started at the least unusual sound, showing that while he might try to disguise the fact, he was really nervous. Still, he did not give the slightest indication of showing the white feather, or backing down, before a dozen like Cale Martin.
Davy had purchased a little snapshot camera at the town below, and also some flashlight cartridges with which he wished to get some views of the group around the camp-fire at night. No one had made any effort to perpetuate such scenes which Davy declared were the very best part of the whole trip. And now that they had become fairly launched upon the journey he was aching to start into business with his new outfit.
Davy knew a little about taking pictures, although far from being an expert. He had never used flashlight powders, or cartridges before; and after reading all the directions carefully, he declared he felt prepared to take a picture that would be viewed with the greatest satisfaction in the world by all his chums, when this great Maine vacation were only a memory of the past.
So Davy warned his campmates not to be alarmed if there suddenly flashed upon them a great light.
"I"d like to get you all in characteristic att.i.tudes, if I could--that was the way the feller who sold me the camera called it; and he said the best pictures were the natural ones. What I mean is, that if I could grab Step Hen here, for instance, with that silly look of his on his face, saying: "Anybody seen my camp hatchet around? Funny how it"s always _my_ things that get carried off! The jinx never hides anything belonging to _you_ fellers!" I"d have something worth while."
"Oh! come off, will you, Davy; if I thought I looked like you say, I"d let all my traps disappear every day but what I"d kick up a row," and Step Hen a.s.sumed an air of indignation with these words that caused a general laugh to go around.
Of course it had to be explained to the two guides, for they were to be in the picture, smoking their pipes contentedly; and apparently Eli telling a story, to which the rest of the scouts were listening eagerly, possibly laughing.
Having fixed things to his satisfaction, Davy disappeared, slipping away from the camp-fire on the side he had decided upon as offering the best natural advantages for a flashlight view.
They could not see him, but guessed that he was working his way toward them as slily as he could; since he had announced that he meant to play the part of an enemy, stealing up to spy upon the camp.
Presently they did manage to get Eli started telling a story; for Thad knew it would be better for the picture if the guides seemed natural, and not on parade.
Meanwhile Davy was creeping forward, intent on reaching the place he had picked out beforehand, and where, without exposing himself, he could set his camera, and then fire the cartridge.
When to his uneducated mind--in the line of photography--Davy had things just about to his liking, he held himself in readiness for what he deemed an extra fine view, when the boys were laughing heartily at the climax of Eli"s queer story of a sc.r.a.pe he once found himself in that was really humorous, though at the time it may have appeared anything but that to the actor.
"Now!" said Davy, partly to himself, as he fired his cartridge.
There was a sudden brilliant and dazzling flash, that must have been as fierce as the display of lightning when the bolt hits close at hand. And while those at the fire were schooled to repress their natural alarm, evidently the same could not be said of a looker-on not counted in the bill; for there was a hoa.r.s.e cry of alarm from the bushes across the way, and the sound of crashing seemed to tell of a precipitate flight.
CHAPTER V.
JIM"S SECRET.
"What was that?" exclaimed b.u.mpus.
"Oh! Davy just had to let out a whoop!" commented Step Hen.
"Think again, would you," spoke up Giraffe, who sat there twisting his long neck this way and that, in a comical way, as though seeking to discover the object of the strange outcry; "it came from the other side of the camp from where Davy is."
"Well," said the indifferent Step Hen, as if not wanting to be bothered, "then it must have been some animal that was curious enough to prowl around our camp, and got a good scare, free, gratis, for nothing."
"It was no animal that made that sound, and I leave it to Thad or Allan here," b.u.mpus insisted.
Indeed, even the sleepy Step Hen sat up and took notice that the two mentioned, as well as Jim and Eli, were already on their feet, exchanging significant looks. Words were hardly needed to proclaim that they deemed the circ.u.mstance as one worthy of investigation.
Just then Davy came in, bearing his little camera, and with a grin on his face.
"Got a fine picture that time, I reckon, fellers," he announced, after the manner of satisfied camera fiends the world over.
"Did you give a shout, Davy?" asked Thad, thinking it best to settle that point in the start, before going any further.
"Not that I know of, I didn"t," immediately replied the other.
"Did you hear one?" continued the patrol leader.
"Sure I did, and took it for granted that Step Hen or Giraffe had been scared by the fireworks display, in spite of my warning, and squealed,"