"Anything more up there?" called Dave.
"Nothing but one Grammar School boy," d.i.c.k announced, showing himself at the edge of the simple loft. "I"m coming down. Each of you climb up here, in turn, and see what a bully hiding place our old college chum had."
One after another the boys inspected the place. It was small, but every inch had been made to count by the late occupant.
"Fitsey pulled the rope up after him, and stayed here sleeping mostly in the daytime," Tom called down, when aloft. "Say, fellows, after this, when we"re on the trail of a mystery, we want to look on the other side of anything as big as a lumber pile."
Blankets, fur robes and food were transferred to the log cabin.
"But just how much better are we than thieves?" Greg suddenly asked.
"We"ve just been taking things that didn"t belong to us."
For a moment or two that was a poser, for every member of d.i.c.k & Co.
tried, always, to be as open and honest as the day itself.
"Oh, well," grunted d.i.c.k at last, "we haven"t been robbing Mr. Fits, for a man of his habits never has anything of his own. All that he has he steals from some one else."
"Then ought we not to try to find owners for the food we"ve brought in from the shack?" queried Dave.
"Yes; if we can," agreed d.i.c.k. "But I doubt if the former rightful owners of this food stuff would know their own goods. It"s just such stuff as one might find in anyone of a thousand grocery stores. We couldn"t identify any of these cans, ourselves, if we found it in any one else"s house. You see, these labels are all of common brands of tinned foods. On the whole, fellows, I believe we have a clear right to eat this food if we happen to need it while we"re in the woods. It isn"t like stuff that a former owner could remember and identify."
The more they talked it over, the clearer this view became to the Grammar School boys.
"We"ve time for a couple of hours of hunting, now, if any of you care to go," d.i.c.k suggested. "We"ll have daylight that long. But it won"t do, with any chance of Mr. Fits being about, for all of us to go at once. We must leave at least two of the fellows, and they must close the shutters and keep the bar on the door. The two fellows who stay behind can also begin to get things ready against the supper hour. I"ll be one of the two to stay. Who"ll be the other."
"No, you won"t, d.i.c.k Prescott," retorted Greg. "You"ve been taking first tricks at all the hard work. You"ve worked like a horse in this camp.
To-day you"ll take the first trick at having some of the fun. I"ll be one of the two to stay in camp."
Dan also volunteered. Thereupon the other four, Harry carrying the air rifle, started off into the woods, jogging along over the solid crust.
Though the air was keenly cold, to the boys it was all delightful. They were warmly clad, even their feet being protected by heavy overshoes.
With caps drawn down over their ears, and warm mittens on their hands, why should they mind if the mercury stood somewhat below zero?
Three of them were out on a trip of exploration. Hazelton, however, was the young Nimrod. He wanted to bag a rabbit! Yet, seeing no game, Harry finally persuaded Tom Reade to carry the rifle.
Then at last, all unexpectedly, Hazelton caught sight of a rabbit. The little animal had hopped briskly over the snow, coming within sight of the Grammar School boys. Ears pointing straight up, the rabbit sat on its haunches, curiously gazing at these humans.
"Tom! Psst! ps-st! Halt!" called Harry hoa.r.s.ely over the snow.
"Hey?" answered Reade, and all four came to a halt.
"There"s a rabbit," called Harry softly, pointing.
"Bless me, so there is," agreed Tom.
"Well, why don"t you shoot it? What are you carrying that air rifle for?"
"To oblige you, I guess," responded Tom, not making any motion to raise the rifle. "If you want to shoot the rabbit, come here and get the rifle."
"If I move it will scare him away," protested Hazelton. "Quick! Get him before he goes off on a run!"
Sighting, Tom raised the rifle, glancing through the sights at the little white furred thing.
"Confound him! He looks too cute for anything," muttered Tom. "I haven"t the heart----"
Abruptly Reade lowered the air rifle.
"See here, Harry, if your mouth is watering for rabbit stew you come here and get the gun, and do the shooting yourself. I"d feel like a criminal, taking the life of that cute, innocent little thing!"
"Huh!" growled Harry.
"Come here and get the rifle, if you want to shoot," insisted Tom.
Harry looked about as queer as he felt, for a moment. Then, picking up a piece of branch that had blown from a tree, Hazelton shied it at the rabbit, which promptly scampered away.
"That"s much the better way to go hunting," nodded d.i.c.k approvingly.
After that no more was said about hunting. Tom continued to carry the air rifle, though plainly the weapon was all for show.
By and by the Grammar School boys came across a pond, an eighth of a mile wide, with a brook emptying into it.
"It will be worth while bringing the tackle to this place to-morrow, and trying for fish," proposed d.i.c.k.
"And then, if you get one, you"ll get a tender hearted streak and put it right back in the water," grumbled Harry.
"Perhaps," d.i.c.k laughed. "But say, fellows, the sun is setting, and we"re a good way from camp. Hadn"t we better turn back?"
"My empty stomach says "yes,"" nodded Darrin. So the youngsters trudged back over their course. It was dark before they got near the log cabin.
"Ha, ha, ha!" came a croaking laugh from inside the cabin as d.i.c.k and his chums neared the door. "That"s a good one."
"Hen Dutcher"s voice!" muttered Dave. "How on earth did that fellow get back here?"
d.i.c.k reached for the latch-string, opening the door. Then these four Grammar School boys received a big surprise.
Hen Dutcher was there, but so were Fred Ripley, Bert Dodge and a half dozen other young fellows, all of them older and larger than the members of d.i.c.k & Co. To make the intrusion still more impudent, Ripley"s crowd were all at table, eating the best that the cabin afforded.
CHAPTER XIX
NOT A LOVE FEAST
At the same instant that d.i.c.k and his friends, all utterly astounded, peered into the cabin from the doorway, Fred Ripley felt the draught and looked around.
"Hullo!" shouted Fred gleefully. "Here are the other babies!"
"What are you fellows trying to do here?" demanded d.i.c.k sternly, as he strode into the cabin.