d.i.c.key Bird was still grumbling, it seemed. Things evidently did not please him at all, and only because the fear he entertained for Kracker, the man might have deserted the expedition.
"I jest don"t like it around here, and that"s what," they heard him say presently. "It ain"t the nicest place agoin" either. Now what d"ye reckon that ere rumbling noise was, we all heard a while ago? Waffles, he sez it was thunder; but they ain"t nary a cloud as big as my hand anywhar "round. Sounded more like earthquake noise to me. I was in that shake down at Frisco remember, an" ain"t likely to forgit how it starts.
If these here mountings began to roll over on us, we"d be in a nice pickle, now, eh? I tell you I don"t like it any too much."
"Drop that kind of talk, d.i.c.key Bird," ordered the big prospector, gruffly, "and draw up closer to the fire here. You"re cold that"s what, and things they looks kind of blue like. Get warmed up and you"ll feel better. I"ve got a little dried meat in my knapsack, and we"ll chew on that for a change."
"Good for you, Kunnel!" exclaimed the discontented one, whose mood probably had its inception in hunger, after all. "And don"t be long about pa.s.sin" that same around, will ye? I"m that nigh famished I could eat Indian dog, though I never thought I"d ever come to that."
The three prospectors sat down around the fire, and in order to overhear what they might say while they munched at the tough pemmican, Thad crept closer to the vine screen.
Something moved ahead of him, and he thought he saw the vines tremble, as though giving pa.s.sage to some sort of body. Immediately afterwards there was a shout from one of the three prospectors, and they could be seen scrambling hastily to their feet, showing every evidence of alarm.
"What is that coming this way?" roared Kracker.
"Say, looks like on"y a wolf cub, arter all!" declared d.i.c.key Bird, with a catch in his husky voice, showing plainly how startled he had been.
"Well, now, that"s just what it seems to be; knock the critter on the head, one of you," and the big man dropped back again to his seat.
It was Waffles who picked up a club, and jumping forward, hastened to wind up the earthly career of the motherless wolf whelp; though the savage little beast snarled furiously at his approach, and showed fight.
"Now I wonder what next?" remarked Kracker, as he watched the other engaged in a regular fight with the cub, which would not give up the ghost as easily as Waffles had evidently antic.i.p.ated.
Indeed, the second man had to also arm himself with a club, and put in a few vicious blows before the wolf whelp was subdued.
"That"s what comes to a man when he ain"t got no gun!" complained d.i.c.key Bird; from which remark it might be taken for granted that if there was only one revolver in the crowd, which the scouts had allowed them to retain possession of, Kracker had made sure to hold that.
"Oh! that was only a cub, and a wolf ain"t anything to be scared of!"
remarked the big prospector; though he turned his head even while speaking, as though he fancied that he heard something moving in the bushes back of him, with visions of a red-eyed furious wolf mother coming to demand satisfaction for the killing of her offspring.
"Whar d"ye reckon the critter kim from now?" demanded d.i.c.key Bird.
"Oh!" whispered Aleck, as though something warned him the danger point was getting very close now.
"First thing I see, he was acomin" away from the rock yonder,"
remarked Waffles, pointing straight at the hanging vines that screened the fissure so completely.
"Then it looks like he might a come out of them vines?" suggested Kracker, carelessly.
"Reckon, now, he did," replied the other.
"Go and take a look, Waffles," added the big man. "If so be we expect to sleep right here, we want to know if there"s any wolf around. I ain"t so fond of the ugly critters that I want to have one crawlin"
all over me when I"m trying to get some rest. Look behind the vines, I say, Waffles, and make sure."
Waffles did not seem any too anxious to obey. Possibly, if he had gripped some sort of firearm in his hand, he might not have shown the same timidity. Perhaps he too had an animosity toward ferocious and maddened wolves; and besides, it had been his hand that had given the finishing blow to that nasty little spitting cub, just now, and the mother wolf might have it in for him on that account.
But then he feared the scorn of the big prospector even more than he did the possibility of danger from a she wolf bereft of her whelps.
And so, rather hesitatingly to be sure, the man started toward the cliff, with the intention of lifting the screen of vines, and peering behind the same.
Of course he would immediately learn of the fact that there was a fissure in the rock; and curiosity was apt to induce the men to make an attempt to explore the cavity, since they were all experienced miners, and eager to discover signs of a "find" in some unexpected place.
Closer came Waffles. He was now within a few feet of the vines, and indeed, had one hand stretched out, as with the intention of clutching the ma.s.s of vegetation, and drawing it aside; while the other gripped that stout cudgel, with which he expected to defend himself desperately, should he be attacked.
Aleck was quivering with suspense, and Thad could easily understand that he must be handling his gun, as though tempted to discharge this, and frighten the man off. But that would be giving the secret away, for these men were cunning; and after they had come to figure things out, they would arrive at something like the truth.
If discovery were to be averted other means must be employed in order to keep Waffles from raising that curtain, or at least daring to venture into the fissure as much as one foot.
Finding the ear of his companion Thad managed to whisper in it the few words:
"Don"t shout."
"Do just what I do; we"ve got to scare him!"
And Aleck pressed his arm, to let the scoutmaster know that he understood; even though the means to be employed might as yet be a mystery to him.
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE CROW BOY"S HONOR.
Just as the prospector had started to draw the curtain of vines back, there came a most dreadful growl that made Aleck jump, under the belief that the she wolf he had been dragging after him, might have come back to life, and was about to pounce on the destroyers of her lair.
Then all at once it struck him that Thad must have been the cause of this savage growl; that was no doubt what he meant when he spoke so confidently of knowing a way to frighten the man off.
Indeed, Waffles did spring back instantly, uttering a cry of terror.
He fully expected to see the beast that had uttered that ferocious growl come flying through the vine screen, leaping at his throat.
"What is it?" shouted Kracker, himself scrambling to his feet clumsily, owing to the girth of his waist.
He seemed to be dragging something out of a rear pocket, and no doubt this was the single weapon which the Boy Scouts had allowed the men to carry off with them, at the time Kracker and his companions found it necessary to confess themselves beaten in the game of wits.
"A wolf is layin" behind them vines; didn"t you hear her give tongue like sixty? Ketch me aliftin" anything thar, I tell you. Ugh! I ain"t lost no wolf. Chances are it"s the mother of that cub, too; an" she"ll be that mad when she knows we killed it, nawthin" won"t stop her rushin" the camp. Let"s clear out of here?"
"But we got our fire started, an" all of us feel dead tired, too,"
complained d.i.c.key Bird, who was evidently struggling between two opinions, and did not know which was the lesser evil--remain where they were, with that savage beast hovering around; or once more pursue their weary way elsewhere.
Kracker had approached close to the vines, and Thad thought it a good time to give another growls which he did with new emphasis. And Aleck, not wanting to be left out of the game entirely, tried his hand also.
"Look out, Kunnel, thar"s two of the critters!" shouted Waffles, turning and edging further away from the rock wall.
"A hull den of "em, I reckons!" added d.i.c.key Bird, who no longer cared to stay in such a dangerous vicinity.
Thad reached out his hand, and shook the vines violently. This action completed the demoralization of the three prospectors. Almost weaponless as they were, they seemed to lack their ordinary courage.
"Run! they"s comin" out arter us, Kunnel!" cried Waffles, suiting the action to his words, by turning and dashing wildly away.
The second man followed close at his heels, just as thoroughly demoralized. Kracker might have stood it out, for Kracker gripped a firearm in his fat hand; but when he found that he was being deserted by his companions, the big prospector also started to run clumsily away, breathing out all manner of threatenings against the other two for cowards.