"Q.C.?" inquired his friend.
"Some consider it means Queen"s Counsel, an" some claims as it stands for Queer Cuss. One or other maybe is right."
"You"re stepping wonderfully for a crippled boy the doctors have given up," remarked Yan.
"Yes; that"s the proud flesh in me right leg that"s doin" the high steppin". The left one is jest plain laig."
"Let"s hide this somewhere till we get back," and Yan held up the bundle of Witch-hazel.
"I"ll hide that," said Sam, and he hurled the bundle afar into the creek.
"Oh, Sam, that"s mean. Maybe she wants it herself."
"Pooh, that"s all the old brush is good for. I done more"n me duty when I drank that swill. I could fairly taste the cat in it."
"What"ll you tell her next time?"
"Well, I"ll tell her I put the sticks in the right place an" where they done the most good. I soaked "em in water an" took as much as I wanted of the flooid.
"She"ll see for herself I really did pull through, and will be a blamed sight happier than if I drank her old pisen brushwood an" had to send for a really truly doctor."
Yan was silenced, but not satisfied. It seemed discourteous to throw the sticks away--so soon, anyway; besides, he had curiosity to know just what they were and how they acted.
V
Caleb
A mile farther was the shanty of Caleb Clark, a mere squatter now on a farm once his own. As the boys drew near, a tall, round-shouldered man with a long white beard was seen carrying in an armful of wood.
"Ye see the Billy Goat?" said Sam.
Yan sniffed as he gasped the "why" of the nickname.
"I guess you better do the talking; Caleb ain"t so easy handled as the witch, and he"s just as sour on Da."
So Yan went forward rather cautiously and knocked at the open door of the shanty. A deep-voiced Dog broke into a loud bay, the long beard appeared, and its owner said, "Wall?"
"Are you Mr. Clark?"
"Yep." Then, "Lie down, Turk," to a black-and-tan Hound that came growling out.
"I came--I--we wanted to ask some questions--if you don"t mind."
"What might yer name be?"
"Yan."
"An" who is this?"
"He"s my chum, Sam."
"I"m Sam Horn," said Sam, with some truth, for he was Samuel Horn Raften, but with sufficient deception to make Yan feel very uncomfortable.
"And where are ye from?"
"Bonnerton," said Yan.
"To-day?" was the rejoinder, with a tone of doubt.
"Well, no," Yan began; but Sam, who had tried to keep out of notice for fear of recognition, saw that his ingenuous companion was being quickly pumped and placed, and now interposed: "You see, Mr. Clark, we are camped in the woods and we want to make a teepee to live in. We have the stuff an" was told that you knew all about the making."
"Who told ye?"
"The old witch at the bend of the creek."
"Where are ye livin" now?"
"Well," said Sam, hastening again to forestall Yan, whose simple directness he feared, "to tell the truth, we made a wigwam of bark in the woods below here, but it wasn"t a success."
"Whose woods?"
"Oh, about a mile below on the creek."
"Hm! That must be Raften"s or Burns"s woods."
"I guess it is," said Sam.
"_An" you look uncommon like Sam Raften_. You consarned young whelp, to come here lyin" an" tryin" to pull the wool over my eyes.
Get out o" this now, or I"ll boot ye."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Get out o" this now, or I"ll boot ye."]
Yan turned very red. He thought of the scripture text, "Be sure your sin will find you out," and he stepped back. Sam stuck his tongue in his cheek and followed. But he was his father"s son. He turned and said:
"Now see here, Mr. Clark, fair and square; we come here to ask a simple question about the woods. You are the only man that knows or we wouldn"t "a" bothered you. I knowed you had it in for Da, so I tried to fool you, and it didn"t go. I wish now I had just come out square and said, "I"m Sam Raften; will you tell me somethin" I want to know, or won"t you?" I didn"t know you hed anything agin me or me friend that"s camping with me."
There is a strong bond of sympathy between all Woodcrafters. The mere fact that a man wants to go his way is a claim on a Woodcrafter"s notice. Old Caleb, though soured by trouble and hot-tempered, had a kind heart; he resisted for a moment the first impulse to slam the door in their faces; then as he listened he fell into the tempter"s snare, for it was baited with the subtlest of flatteries. He said to Yan:
"Is your name Raften?"
"No, sir."
"Air ye owt o" kin?"