"Well, it talks pretty loud in a case like this," the man added.
When the meal was ready they all sat around to enjoy it. Billy in particular seemed very much taken with the idea that they had company.
"We"ve known some queer happenings in our camping out experiences, fellows," he told the others, as they started in to dispose of the immense amount of food the generous fat scout had cooked. "This is the first time, however, we"ve had for guests a couple of gentlemen guards from the State Asylum for the Criminal Insane. I"m glad to see you are enjoying my little snack, thrown together in so hasty a manner."
"Well, me and my side partner," commented the taller guard, with a wink at his companion, "wouldn"t mind if a prisoner managed to break away every day in the week if we could be sure of getting such a fine treat as this, eh, Pete?"
Pete declared that he could truthfully echo that a.s.sertion, though his mouth being so full at the time he could hardly more than mumble his sentiments.
The two men did full justice to the meal, and then announced that, much to their everlasting regret, they felt compelled to bid the friendly scouts good-bye, though they would like nothing better than staying over the night with them.
It was hardly full noon when they took their departure, waving a farewell from the edge of the thick brush before plunging into the same. They had another clue that was worth following up, for those who were fortunate enough to recapture the escaped prisoner would be in line to receive some satisfying sort of reward, either in the shape of money, or a betterment in their condition of employment at the asylum.
"Well, they"re gone!" remarked Alec, as he busied himself with his development tank, anxious to find out how his films were going to turnout.
Billy heaved a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet.
"To tell the honest truth," he admitted, "I ain"t sorry a bit. Those fellows could give me points about how to stow stuff away, and then not half try. Why, they acted as if they were hollow clean down to their shoes. I guess they told the truth when they said they hadn"t had a bite of breakfast this morning."
"But, Billy," interposed Arthur, "I thought you loved to see people eat heartily all the time? We"ve always believed you were the most hospitable fellow going."
"Huh! I used to think the same," grunted Billy, scratching his head, "but then you know there"s such a thing as piling on the agony. Those fellows weren"t just hungry men---they were cannibals, regular human graveyards, I should say, by the way the stuff disappeared down their throats. If they drop around again to-night I reckon our stock of grub will be lowered so much we"ll all of us have to go on half rations the rest of the time we stay here---something I don"t look forward to with much joy."
"Don"t worry, Billy," Hugh told him. "They said they would be miles away long before night set in. The country is safe, and we"re not likely to starve."
Alec interrupted the conversation to call out exultantly:
"Oh! this first roll is coming along dandy, let me tell you! It"s going to be the best thing I ever did; and my stars, but that lens does cut fine! It was a lucky day for me when Aunt Susan got track of this old castle up here in the woods, for it"s given me a regular jewel of a camera outfit."
Every one felt pleased on hearing this, since it would save Alec the trouble of snapping the pictures over again.
Billy was taking things easy after getting up the midday meal, as he felt he had earned a rest. At the same time the fat scout"s mind was busily employed.
"I was just thinking," he finally broke out with, "what a lot of queer things have happened to us since we came up here. I wonder what we"ll strike next. We"ve rubbed up against raiding tramps, mewing owls, ghosts in the night, and guards hunting for an escaped insane criminal.
Besides, there are still a few more hours left for a new batch of exciting happenings. I tell you, boys, this little side trip proposed by Alec and engineered by Hugh bids fair to equal anything we"ve endured in our whole checkered career."
CHAPTER VII
FACED BY A MYSTERY
To tell the truth, Hugh was thinking something along those same lines himself, so that he felt in a mood to quite agree with the enthusiastic Billy.
"Take it all in all," he remarked, reflectively, "we"re one of the luckiest lot of scouts that ever wandered down the pike. Most fellows experience a regular rut, and never run up against anything out of the way. But I have to shake myself very time I look back over our calendar, for fear it"s only a dream."
"We certainly have had more than our share of things happening to us,"
admitted Alec, proudly, "but the wheel of the mill will never run again with the water that is past. So I forget the things that are gone, and keep looking hopefully forward to other glorious events that lie waiting for us in the dim future."
"Hear! hear!" exclaimed Billy, clapping his hands, "Alec is getting quite poetical these days."
"I only hope," continued the other, with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, for one of Alec"s weak spots was a love of flattery, "that our latest venture will turn out just as successful as many others have done before it."
"No reason that I can see why it shouldn"t," spoke up Arthur Cameron.
"We"ve run across the lonely castle your aunt is negotiating for, and it seems to fill the bill to a dot."
"Yes," remarked Monkey Stallings, anxious to have a hand in the discussion, "and your pictures, you tell us, are turning out dandies at that. You ought to be as happy as a clam at high tide, as they say, though I never asked one of the bivalves just why he felt that way."
"Oh, I am!" declared Alec; "and I reckon the chances are three to one Aunt Susan is going to enjoy this delightful quiet up here, where not even the squawk of a crow, or the, crow of a squawking rooster can be heard the livelong day. Still, somehow I seem to feel a queer sense of oppression bearing down on me. I hope now it isn"t a bad omen of coming trouble, and that, after all, my rich aunt is doomed to lose out in the deal for Castle Randall."
The others laughed at the idea.
"Why, it"s a cinch for your side, Alec," said Hugh.
"The owner of this ancient and half-ruined pile of stone and make-believe rocks," Arthur told the doubter, "couldn"t find a purchaser in a c.o.o.n"s age. Who would ever want to come away up here to bury themselves from civilization, and in such a silly old rookery as this? Well, it was one chance in a thousand that a nervous wreck like your aunt heard of it."
"Don"t worry, Alec, you"ve got a snap, believe me," chuckled Stallings; and then unable to longer resist a certain alluring limb which he had been eying longingly for some little time, he bolted up the trunk of the overspreading tree, to hang by his toes, and swing daringly to and fro as some of them had seen a yellow-headed, green-bodied poll-parrot do from his perch.
Alec continued his work, and from time to time announced that every roll was indeed turning out superbly. No one had ever seen him quite so happy. The possession of a lens that did better work than anything he had ever known in all his experience was enough in itself to make his boyish heart thrill with joy. And then the singular character of the film subjects added to the sense of satisfaction, for they were sure to enhance the attractiveness of his collection, as well as please Aunt Susan immensely.
It must have been about one o"clock when the boys received their first rude shock. Hugh had just been thinking of giving orders for another walk in the direction of the deserted building about a quarter of a mile away. Alec had finished his work and had the well-developed films hanging to dry, securely fastened to his stout cord with snap clothes-pins, so there was no danger of any unfortunate catastrophe happening to them before they were thoroughly dry.
"Listen, will you?" suddenly exclaimed Monkey Stallings, sitting bolt upright, and raising one hand impressively.
"Oh, my stars! what do you call that?" gurgled Billy. From the manner in which the color deserted his ruddy cheeks one might have imagined he feared they were about to be attacked by a host of savage pirates bent on plunder.
Alec and Arthur could also be seen to stare vacantly at the distance while they strained their ears to listen. As for Hugh himself he found it hard to believe his senses, for the absolute quiet and dead calm brooding all day long over that retired spot in the wilderness had been rudely shattered by a most astonishing noise as of many hoa.r.s.e voices, making a jumble and roar of sound unlike anything save the confusion of battle.
It rose, it died away again, and then once more swelled to an amazing extent, after which it finally stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Five scouts stared at each other. Billy rubbed his eyes as though he really began to believe he must be asleep, and pa.s.sing through a vivid dream bordering on the nightmare.
"Hugh! what can it be?" demanded Alec, a bit pale with sudden excitement, for which in truth he could not be at all blamed under the circ.u.mstances.
For once the scout master seemed puzzled himself. He shook his head in a way that brought new consternation to the heart of Billy Worth.
"You"ve got me up against a hard proposition when you ask me that, Alec!"
was what Hugh declared.
"Then you can"t even give a guess, can you, Hugh?" Billy besought him.
"We all heard the racket, that"s sure," muttered Stallings, as though he had possibly begun to suspect he might be a victim of some delusion, and wished to make certain the others were in the same boat as himself.
"And it sounded just like a dozen, yes, three dozen men shouting like anything," Arthur a.s.sured him.
"I wonder-----" began Billy, starting up eagerly.