At the same time he knew Jerry full well, and was certain that once he had taken the notion into his head he would carry it out, if he had to go alone.
So he quickly made up his mind to go.
"All right, if you are bent on it; get the torches ready. I imagine, though, it is only a little cave, after all, and we will be back in a jiffy," he said, as he pushed new sh.e.l.ls into his gun and fastened his belt around his waist, so that in case of necessity he would have a further supply.
Meanwhile, Will was rebuilding the fire. Bluff, aided by Jed, had succeeded in pulling the dead bear further away, all the while muttering delighted phrases at the great luck that had come his way so unexpectedly. He would never be able to sleep that night for wanting to feast his eyes on the big black bulk that represented such speedy work with his repeating gun.
"All ready, pard," said Jerry just then.
He had several pieces of good burning wood under his arm, and carried one that he had lighted at the fire, in his hand. With his other hand he clasped his gun, ready for business.
"Here, let me carry the torches, Jerry. If a chance comes, you ought to be prepared for it," said Frank as they reached the opening.
That was his usual generous way, always wanting every one to get his share of the fun and glory.
They found that the cleft was really wider than any of them had suspected up to now. Moreover, it showed plain evidences of having been used by some wild animal for a long time, as there was a regular trail running into it.
"Looks good to me," declared Jerry, who dearly loved to be prowling about just such a place as this, with the odor of a wild animal"s den greeting his nostrils as they pushed slowly into the hole in the rocks.
Frank thought he had known spots more pleasant, but then he was game for anything in this line, so they pushed on, following the turns in the crack until finally Jerry, who was in advance, stopped.
"I see something ahead there. Thought it moved a little. Raise the light, please."
"You"re not going to shoot, I hope!" exclaimed Frank, who knew that such a move would be the extreme of foolishness, since at the best Jerry could only expect to wound, and a bear in that condition was to be dreaded.
"Certainly not, unless I can see the rascal decently. Now let"s advance slowly. Can you see anything yet?" asked the other.
"Only a dark spot. I hardly think it"s a bear, for by now we would have heard growls of some sort," Frank replied.
"Cubs, perhaps; this is the time of year for them."
"Yes, but that was not a mother bear Bluff shot, you see, and the father would hardly be in here with the cubs. I never heard of such a thing.
No. You see, just as I said, it"s only a lot of stuff where the old chap had his bed. The smoke made him mad, it seems. Must have had a previous experience in getting smoked out, and simply couldn"t stand for it."
"And the cave ends here, that is, the part of it big enough for our pa.s.sage. So, after a look around, perhaps we"d better go back. To tell the truth, I thought I heard one of the boys shouting just then," said Jerry, whose ears were unusually keen.
"Probably Bluff, just working off a little more of his enthusiasm. This has been a big night for him, Jerry. And that gun--well, it won"t do for you to poke fun at it any more, you understand."
They investigated to see what the draught of air meant, and concluded that the crevice might have another opening further on, though it was out of their reach, by reason of the smallness of the pa.s.sage.
"Back to the camp it is, then. No more bears to-night, I reckon," sighed Jerry, visibly disappointed because he was not to be permitted to share in the honors that had fallen to Bluff.
So they began to make their way back to the exit.
Frank pushed on with increased speed, for it seemed to him that he, too, had heard some sort of sounds outside that might bear investigation.
Could the farmer and his man have returned during their absence, and, cowing the two guardians of the camp, carried the bound boy off to his servitude again?
The thought annoyed him more than he could say, and it was in that frame of mind that he and Jerry emerged from the cleft. They found an apparently deserted camp, with not one of the three in sight.
"h.e.l.lo, there, Bluff! Will! Where are you?" cried Frank in dismay.
Then a head was cautiously poked up from behind a log--the head of Will.
"Say! Is it gone?" asked this individual in thrilling tones.
"What gone--the bear?" demanded Frank, looking at the dark ma.s.s near by.
"No; the ghost! It was here just now, and poor Bluff fell over in a heap when he jumped up to get his gun. Oh! it was terrible! terrible!"
groaned Will, as he came crawling cautiously forth, and looking half frightened to death.
CHAPTER IX
FRANK TRIES TO SOLVE THE RIDDLE
Frank and Jerry gazed at each other in utter consternation.
"Tell me about that, will you? The ghost walked, and while we were away visiting, too! Was there ever such beastly luck?" groaned the latter, in dejection.
"But what"s this about Bluff? You say he fell over. Was he struck with anything? And where"s Jed?" asked Frank, eager to reach a conclusion.
"I"m here, all right," said a voice, and the bound boy came crawling out of a dense thicket close by. He was shivering, and his face looked white and drawn, as with fear.
"Bluff fell right over there by the bear, Frank. See! There he is now, getting up again. Thank goodness! He isn"t dead, anyway!" cried Will.
Frank sprang to the side of Bluff.
"What ails you, old fellow? Are you badly hurt?" he asked.
"I don"t just know. Seemed as if the sky fell on me; but I reckon I must have banged my head against this tree here in my excitement. I never noticed the pesky tree, I declare. All I could see was that terrible thing standing there and waving its awful bony hand. Gee! I was scared!
I admit it, boys. Never got such a shock in my whole life," said Bluff, rubbing his forehead, where quite a large lump told of contact with some hard substance.
"Do you really mean to say that the ghost appeared to both of you while we were away?" asked Frank, hardly able to believe his ears, and looking to see if the others could be putting up some joke on Jerry and himself; but that lump was genuine, all right, and the look of pain on Bluff"s face meant sincerity.
"Sure he was here. He kept waving us away all the time," declared Will.
"Evidently, then, from what you say, he does not like campers on his preserves, and would warn us to go home. H"m! That is something to be considered when trying to understand this riddle. Did the ghost speak at all?"
Bluff looked inquiringly at Will.
"If it did, I didn"t hear it. I just gave a yell as I saw Bluff keel over, and rolled back behind this log, where I cowered till I heard Frank call. Oh! what a chance I lost to snapshot a real, genuine ghost!" And Will shook his head with disgust over his timidity.
"I wish you had done it; then we"d have something tangible to work on.
As it is, we hardly know where we stand. The evidence of a frightened person is hardly enough to prove anything," mused Frank.
"Look here! Can either of you describe the ghost?" demanded Jerry.