"Yes," Tom nodded, "but we won"t light it unless we need it.
Just for finding our footing at some dark part of the road the electric flash light will do."
Full of anxiety the trio set out on their search.
But in the meantime, what of d.i.c.k and Dave?
Theirs had been a busy evening. After the first rough pummeling, which left them breathless and sore, the tramp who had directed the rough work turned to his friends of the road.
"These young gents have furnished us with some exercise," he grinned wickedly. "Now, suppose we make "em supply us with a little amus.e.m.e.nt?"
"It"s risky, close to the road," returned one of the tramps who had been back in the shadows. "We don"t know when someone will come along and b.u.t.t in on our sport."
"Two of our crowd can go out as scouts," replied the ringleader.
"They"d better," nodded the adviser, "and even then we"d better take the cart, the old man and these young gents further back into the woods."
Neither d.i.c.k nor Dave had said anything so far, for they were too sore, and too much exhausted.
At the leader"s command two men went down to the road, to watch in both directions.
"Give the whistle---you know the one---if anyone comes along that"s likely to spoil the fun," was the ringleader"s order.
Reuben Hinman had been deprived of the last dollar in money that he had with him. Quaking and subdued, the old man obeyed the order to mount his cart and drive the rig farther into the woods.
"Take the young gents along, and see that they behave themselves,"
directed the ringleader.
d.i.c.k and Dave did not yet feel in condition to offer any resistance or defiance. Even with the two "scouts" out on the road there were still six of the tramps left to take care of them.
The odds looked too heavy for another fight it when the last one had been so unsuccessful.
As d.i.c.k and Dave got to their feet and started along, followed and watched by the tramps, d.i.c.k tottered closer to his companion, managing to whisper:
"We"ve got to gain time, Dave. Pretend to be weak---crippled---badly hurt."
That was all. Prescott fell away again without his whisper having been detected by their captors.
Before quitting the spot near the road the ringleader had scattered the campfire so effectually that the embers would soon die out.
A full eighth of a mile back from the road the order was given to Hinman to rein in his horse.
"We"re far enough from the road, now, so that we ain"t likely to be spotted," said the boss tramp. "Now, let"s see what these young gents can do to amuse us. Maybe they know how to sing and dance."
But d.i.c.k had sunk wearily to the ground, forcing his breath to come in rapid gasps.
"Get up there, younker," ordered the boss tramp.
"You"ve hurt me," moaned d.i.c.k, speaking the truth, though trying to convey a stronger impression than the facts would warrant.
"And we may hurt you more if you don"t get cheerful and help make the evening pa.s.s pleasantly," sneered the boss tramp harshly.
"Wait till I---get so---I can get my breath---easier," begged d.i.c.k pantingly.
The boss turned to Darrin.
"Young fellow, wot can you do in the entertaining line?" demanded the fellow leeringly.
"Nothing," Dave retorted sulkily. "After you"ve kicked a fellow so that he"s so sore he can scarcely move, do you expect him to do a vaudeville turn right away?"
"Get "em on their feet," ordered the boss tramp. "We"ll show "em a few things!"
But d.i.c.k protested dolefully, sinking back to the ground as soon as the tramp who had hold of him showed a little compa.s.sion by letting go of his arm.
"Give me time, I tell you," d.i.c.k insisted in a weak voice. "Don"t try to kill us, on top of such a thrashing as you gave us."
"Let go of me," urged Darry still speaking sulkily. "If you want anything better than a sob song you"ll have to give me time to get my breath back."
As though satisfied that they could get no sport out of the high school boys for the present, the tramps allowed them to lie on the ground, breathing fitfully and groaning.
d.i.c.k was watching his chance to get up and bolt, depending upon his speed as a football player to take him out of this dangerous company. Darrin was equally watchful---but so were the tramps.
Plainly the latter did not intend to let their prey get away from them easily.
As for Reuben Hinman, obeying a command, the peddler had alighted from his wagon and now sat with his back against a tree. He had no thought of trying to get away, well knowing that his aged legs would not carry him far in a dash for freedom. The peddler"s wearied horse stood and dozed between the shafts.
"It"s about time for you younkers to be doing something," urged the boss tramp, after some minutes had slipped away.
"If you"ll find the strength for me to stand up," urged d.i.c.k, "maybe I can dance, or do something."
"Did we muss you up as much as that?" demanded the boss tramp.
"It serves you right, then. You shouldn"t have meddled in our pastimes. Maybe it was all right for you fellers to get your horse and wagon back this morning, but you shouldn"t have meddled to-night."
"I guess maybe that"s right," nodded Darrin sulkily, "but you went in too strong in getting even. You had no call to cripple us for life."
"Oh, I guess it ain"t as bad as that," muttered the boss tramp, though there was uneasiness in his voice.
So the tramps sat and smoked about a fire that one of their number had lighted. Another fifteen minutes went by.
"Come, it"s time for you fellers to get busy, and give us something---songs, dances, comic recitations, or something like that.
That"s what we brought you here for," declared the boss, rising and prodding Darrin with one foot.
But Dave gave forth no sign. His eyes were half open, yet he appeared to see nothing.
"Here, what have you been doing to my friend?" demanded d.i.c.k, crawling as if feebly over to where Darry lay. "Great Scott!
You haven"t injured him, have you?"
d.i.c.k acted his part as well as Dave did, but the boss tramp was not inclined to be nervous.
"No," he retorted shortly. "We haven"t done much to either of you young fellers not a quarter as much as we"re going to do if you don"t both of you quit your nonsense soon. Help "em up, now."