"Yes," agreed Will, "I warrant you they didn"t get anything like that over there at the village tavern, or wherever they put up."
They spent much of their time watching the approach of the boat. The sunbeams glinted from the flashing oars as they were methodically raised and lowered. All the while it came nearer and nearer.
"I can see that they"re anxious about the camp, and wondering how we came through the storm," ventured Frank; "because every once in a while they stop rowing, seem to be talking together, and then turn around to stare this way."
"Let"s step out in the open, and I"ll wave my big red bandanna to them, Frank."
"They ought to see that easily enough," laughed the other; "I remember the old bull did that time he had you treed for several hours. Now stand ready, and as soon as I give the word start to waving, while we both shout."
It was easy to tell when the rowers looked around again, thanks to the powerful gla.s.ses; and while Will waved his red bandanna, both of them yelled vociferously.
"They see us, because they"re waving their hats now!" observed Frank.
"Yes, and I can hear them shouting," added his companion.
Slowly the boat drew nearer, until in the end it was run up on the sandy beach of Cabin Point. Then Bluff and Jerry scrambled out, stretched their stiff legs, and picking up several bundles that had lain in the bottom of the craft, started toward the cabin, sniffing the welcome odor of coffee as they came.
"Looks as if you"d got what you went for," remarked Frank, as he hastened to relieve one of the boys of his burden, a cardboard box, evidently holding several dozen eggs.
"We did all of that," replied Bluff, "and then had to hold the fort through the night because of that nasty little tooter of a storm."
"Listen to him! Trying to make out it didn"t amount to much after all!" laughed Jerry. "I wish you could have seen him holding on to the chair he was sitting in at the village inn, whenever there came a terrific blast that made the house shake all over. I even heard him ask the landlord if it was bolted down to its foundation."
"Well, to own up to the honest truth," said Bluff, with one of his wide grins, "it was a regular buster of a howler. I never saw such wind or rain, and my ears ring even yet from the smashing thunder-claps. Wow! but you two must have wondered what was coming when that big tree came tearing down to the ground not thirty feet away from the cabin."
"But we didn"t hear it fall," said Will, mysteriously.
"What do you want us to believe by your saying that?" demanded Jerry.
"We didn"t happen to be around these parts just then, you see,"
continued the artist, smilingly. "Fact is, we spent the night under a ledge of rock some miles away from here, hungry and cold as could be."
"Suppose you up and tell us what happened?" said Bluff. "Why so much mystery, I want to know? What took you away, and how did it come that you never noticed that old whooper coming up in time to hurry back to camp?"
"Oh, Frank and I took a little stroll after lunch," remarked Will.
"You must know I"ve been wild to see that place belonging to Aaron Dennison, and snap off a view of it, because Bluff said it is such a remarkable affair. Well, we got the picture, all right, and also one of the owner of the ranch holding up a big cane as though about to strike Frank here."
"Gee whiz! tell us more about that!" begged Bluff, eagerly.
"After you get started on that coffee we made for you," said Frank.
And while the two boys were enjoying their cups of hot coffee the story was related.
Then those who had gone to the village were asked about their trip.
Nothing remarkable had happened except that on several occasions they were compelled to bail out, and had once to stop in order to pound more oak.u.m into an opening that appeared in one of the seams of the boat.
"Excuse me from ever taking such a long trip again in an old rattletrap of a boat like that," declared Bluff. "Luckily for us, you insisted on our carrying a bunch of that oak.u.m along, Frank. With it we patched up more seams this morning, and managed to pull through, though it"s been a hard drive."
"But we"ve lots of dandy fresh eggs, and five pounds of new b.u.t.ter,"
added Jerry, proudly.
"The storm came up before you could start, I suppose?" questioned Will.
"Yes, and Bluff here wanted to pull out anyhow," Jerry replied, "but I kicked on that, and some of the villagers also warned him it would be suicidal--yes, that"s the exact word they used, Bluff, and you know it. What if I"d given in to you, and we had been caught all of a sudden by that hurricane? Well, I"ll bet deep down in your heart you"re just as glad as anything I kept you from making that silly start."
"Sure I am, Jerry! and I hope you didn"t really think I meant to go. I was only trying to keep up to my reputation and name as a bluffer. All the while I knew as well as anything we never could get a quarter of the way here. I"ve cut my eye-teeth for all I sometimes make out to be so brash and bold."
Frank and Will only laughed at the expression of disgust they saw creeping over Jerry"s face. Surely all of them ought to know Bluff well enough by this time to understand that he did not always mean what he said.
"And now," remarked Frank, "see if either of you can figure out this mystery." With that he told them how he and Will had found signs of some one"s having been in the old cabin on the point between the time they had left it and their late return on that morning.
CHAPTER XV
DAYS OF REAL SPORT
"You"re dead sure nothing was taken, are you, Frank?" Bluff demanded first of all, his suspicions running in the direction of a sneak thief.
"We looked, but couldn"t find the first trace of anything having been stolen," he was a.s.sured. "Things seemed knocked around a bit, and the door was ajar, though we left it tightly closed, but that was all."
"It surely is a deep mystery," admitted Jerry, with a puzzled expression on his face. Jerry had never been remarkably clever at finding out hidden things, and the whiff of a mystery generally confused him.
"I"d be inclined to think it must have been some sort of animal,"
ventured Bluff, "only you feel certain you fastened the door, so a dog or a wildcat couldn"t get inside."
"Besides," spoke up Will, "if it had been any sort of animal bent on getting something to eat, wouldn"t we see signs of his nosing around in the cabin?"
"That"s a fact," admitted Bluff, immediately, "there"s that shank of our ham lying right on the table where we left it. I said we"d boil the same the first chance we got, so as to get the pickings. Any dog would have pulled that on to the floor and gnawed at it."
"Oh, well, what"s the use guessing when we haven"t got a single clue to go on?" remarked Jerry. "Let"s change the subject and talk of something pleasant."
"One thing I know," said Will, with a happy smile.
"Then tell us, won"t you?" asked Bluff.
"I"m going to set my little trap again to-night for Br"er "c.o.o.n,"
continued the enthusiastic amateur photographer.
"Huh! wonder what you"ll spot next time?" observed Bluff. "You nailed an old fellow that you tell us is Aaron Dennison himself. I hope the next crack won"t give us a picture of the Old Nick himself, horns, split hoofs, forked tail and all! Ugh!"
"Well," muttered Jerry, "seems to me when you set one of those flashlight traps right in the woods of nights you never can tell what kind of a job you"re going to get away with."
Will laughed as though amused.
"Why," he went on to say, "don"t you understand that"s part of the game? The uncertainty of the thing adds to the charm. You never do know exactly what you"re going to strike."