"Thank goodness it looks pretty clear ahead now--more pine trees and less of the beastly scrub," said Holden.
Once more the boys pressed forward; but, although they continued the march for quite another hour, apparently they were as far off as ever from the river, for they neither sighted water nor came within hearing distance of the object of their search.
Again they stopped and faced one another with perplexed expressions.
"I"ll tell you what it is, old man--we"ve missed the way," said Alf.
But Bob was never ready to admit defeat of any sort.
"Nonsense," he said. "We"ve kept a fairly straight course."
"Or thought we have. To my mind, if we"d kept straight on we ought to have reached the river by this time. As it is, there is no sign of it."
"That"s true. Except for being free from the brushwood, we might almost be where we started. It looks much the same--no slope or any other sign to suggest that we are nearer to the water."
"What"s to be done?"
"I see nothing for it but to go back again and follow the river, as we were doing in the first place. We were fools to think of taking short cuts. The other way may have seemed longer, but it would have been a deal shorter in the long-run."
Both the boys were feeling rather f.a.gged by this time, for their trudge had been of an exceptionally fatiguing nature. But each kept the thought to himself, and cheerfully stepped out with the intention of retracing his steps. It was a disappointment and irksome enough; yet there was no help for it, and the situation had to be faced pluckily.
But all the best intentions seemed to go wrong that day, and it did not take an hour"s marching before Bob stopped and turned to his chum with a crestfallen countenance.
"Look here, old man, I don"t know what you"re thinking, but my own opinion is----"
"That we"ve missed the path; that we are lost----"
"I"m afraid that is the truth of it. You see, we"ve never come to any of the places that we had to clear with the tomahawk."
"Then what"s to be done?" Alf questioned.
Arnold took out his watch and looked at it.
"What"s to be done? Grub. That"s the first thing. After that we can make fresh plans. It"s noon now, and we can do nothing while we"re hungry.
Besides--well, to tell the truth, I"m feeling a little tired."
"I, too," responded Alf, with a faint smile. "I didn"t want to say so while I thought you wished to go on----"
"Just my own idea," Bob returned, with a slight laugh, as he lowered himself to a soft place under the shadow of a large maple. "So we"ll rest here and have a bite. We"ll feel better afterwards."
The little camp was made, and a meal was enjoyed from the contents of Bob"s haversack--biscuits and cold venison. Neither of the lads thought it was worth while to trouble about shooting and cooking a meal just then. They would reserve that till night, in the event of their not being able to find Crane Creek again.
After a considerable rest, the march was resumed for the third time. On this occasion, however, the process was varied. Their first purpose was, of course, to find the path by which they had come; so at Bob"s suggestion they carefully proceeded to walk in a circle--checking the route by notching the trees, and taking wider courses each time a circuit was completed.
But even these means were ineffective. Circle after circle was made, and still the earlier track was undiscovered. All the afternoon was thus occupied, and, when evening came, the boys were footsore and weary--glad to throw themselves down on the first piece of springy gra.s.s, too tired even to trouble about preparing food.
The disappointment was beyond words. They had started out in the morning full of cheerful hopes of being able to render aid to their parents who (they felt sure) were in need of a.s.sistance. And now, not only was this purpose frustrated, but they themselves were in that terrible plight of being lost in the backwoods--a hundred miles or more from the haunts of white men, with nothing but plucky hearts to help them, and limited ammunition to supply bodily needs.
The sun pa.s.sed over their heads and sunk somewhere beyond the forest.
They could not tell where it vanished, for the camp was amid such dense surroundings that they could hardly see beyond a hundred yards through the branches.
With dusk, and after a spa.r.s.e meal, it was decided to light a fire, more for the sake of the cheering sight than the need for warmth.
Bob was the first to rise, and as he stood upright he was heard to give vent to a decided--
"Bother it!"
"What"s the matter?" grunted Alf, as he also proceeded to rise.
"Matter?" repeated his chum. "Nothing; only I have stuck my head into a cloud of moths--big ones and little ones. There seems to be a regular party going on under this tree."
"It"s that luminous patch in the tree that we"ve been sitting under,"
said Holden, at the same time drawing his friend"s attention to what looked like a patch of light on the trunk of the maple about five feet from the ground.
"That"s curious," remarked Bob, bending forward to examine the spot. "I wonder what it can be? It looks like the light on one of those luminous match-boxes that are made so that you can see them in the dark."
"They say that rotten wood sometimes has that effect----"
"But this tree is quite sound. And see! There"s another the same on that tree to the right!"
It was certainly strange, and the boys picked up their guns and sauntered over to examine the next trunk, on which they found the same peculiar light attracting an equally numerous lot of moths of many descriptions.
"There"s another!" exclaimed Alf, pointing ahead of him.
"And another!"
"And another!"
By this time the boys were quite excited by their discovery, and when Alf suddenly drew attention to the further discovery that the marked trees were almost in a straight line, their excitement was still further stirred.
"It"s the strangest thing I ever heard of--in the natural history way,"
the younger lad said. "To find all these trees marked on the same side, and all in a straight line--why, it would puzzle the brains of anybody to explain it!"
Without any decided plan, and more out of curiosity than from any other motive, the chums proceeded from one tree to another, examining each as they reached it, and marvelling all the time at what they decided as being one of the most remarkable freaks of Nature that they had ever heard about.
Then they became aware of a strange sound that reached them from no great distance through the trees. It was a most remarkable sound--not that of any animal with which they were familiar; indeed, it was not a sound that suggested any beast or bird.
"What on earth is it?" questioned Alf, as the weird wail sighed through the forest.
"It sounds like a harmonium in distress!" replied Bob, with a slight laugh. And even as he spoke the wail was repeated, though this time could be distinctly heard the voice of some person struggling to articulate to some musical accompaniment the words--
"Rool Britanny! Britanny rool waves!
Britons ne-vaire--ne-vaire--ne-vaire Shall be sla-aves!"
CHAPTER VI