CHAPTER XII A SCOUT’S FIRST DUTY
“My stars! what’s going to happen next, I wonder!” Tubby said half tohimself, as they all made a rush for the outside, Andy leading the way,as became the first discoverer.
“Now, keep real quiet and listen!” cautioned Andy, after they hadreached the open air.
Their hearts beat doubly fast, and knocked tumultuously against theirprison walls. The boys fairly held their breath, such was theireagerness to hear, and learn whether Andy could have been mistaken.
A whole anxious minute crept past. To Tubby it seemed an eternity, forhe was trying to do without breathing at all, a rather rash experimentfor any one, and especially for a stout fellow of his build. Somethingcame floating on the gentle night wind.
“There, didn’t you all hear it?” cried Andy exultantly.
“We certainly did,” said Rob instantly.
“Sounded a little like one of those winnowing whoop owls to me,”ventured Tubby, but he was immediately squelched by the firstdiscoverer.
“Owl nothing! Whoever heard an owl call out ‘Help! Oh! Help!’?”
“I felt pretty sure it was that,” replied the scout master. Turning tothe experienced Maine woodsman he added: “How about that, Zeb, owl or ahuman cry for assistance?”
“I guess as how it wa’n’t anything that carried feathers as called,sir,” Zeb quickly answered. His backing Andy up made Tubby displayfurther signs of uncommon excitement.
“Somebody is in serious trouble, boys,” burst from Tubby’s lips almostimpulsively. “We’ve _got_ to start out and help him, no matter who heis, or what’s happened to him. That’s scout logic, I take it—save mefirst, and scold me afterwards, as the boy said when he was drowning anda man on the bank began——”
“The rest will keep, Tubby,” said Rob. “You’ll have to stay here, andkeep the fire going for us. Three ought to be enough for the job. Getthe guns, Andy and Zeb. I’ll take that lantern belonging to Mr. Hopkins.We may need some light in the woods. Be quick about it, everybody.There, he’s calling again. Perhaps I’d better answer him.”
Rob sent out a loud _hallo_ that could easily have been heard half amile away at any time. Without waiting to find out whether the unknownmade any reply, he shot into the bunkhouse and started to apply a matchto the ready lantern which had been discovered during the day hangingfrom a peg behind some extra garments.
Tubby did not look very happy. True, he would be saved from quite atramp, and that counted for something. He was not at all tired, andwould, had he been given the chance, much prefer accompanying his mates.Still, Tubby was a good scout, and had long ago learned the value ofunquestioning obedience to authority. Rob was above him in rank as theleader of the Eagle Patrol, as well as acting scout master of theHampton Troop, and what he said in such a decisive manner must go.
So Tubby determined that he would build the fire, and have everythingwarm and comfortable against the return of his chums. He could shut andbar the door; yet, and—Rob evidently did not mean to take his gun alongwith him (thinking two would be quite enough), so there would be that todepend on, if any danger threatened.
It took the trio but a part of a minute to get ready, so eager were theyto be on the move. They hurried out of the door. Tubby watched themdepart, standing in the open doorway. How weird the lantern did lookbobbing along at the side of Rob. Tubby wondered what sort of discoverythey would make. If some one was in trouble, could it be his uncle who,on attempting to return to the logging camp alone, had fallen and brokena limb? Or, on the other hand, had some woodsman cut himself severelywith his ax, and weak from loss of blood, fallen on the road to thecamp, able only to weakly call for help?
No matter what it turned out the very thought of some one being in needof help thrilled honest Tubby, who would have “walked his legs off,” ashe often declared, to render assistance. Further the bobbing lanternwent. The murmur of his chums’ voices, too, died away in the distance.Suddenly he could no longer glimpse the light, and all was dark andmysterious beyond. Then only did Tubby deign to go in and close the doorafter him, being careful to make use of the handy bar that nested in thesockets on either side.
He built up a roaring fire, because somehow, the cheery crackle of thedevouring flames felt like company to him. They had an abundant supplyof good firewood, some of which Tubby had himself gathered from aroundthe former lumber camp.
Tubby picked up Rob’s gun and sat looking into the fire, doubtlessseeing all sorts of queer pictures there, as boys sometimes will.Evidently his thoughts were on other things, for after a while heapproached the exit, unfastened the bar, and opening the door a littlestood there listening, oh! so eagerly.
That was a real owl crooning to his mate now in the big hemlock over theway, although at first Tubby thought it might be the same sound they hadheard before. He wondered whether they had been “fooled,” and if itwould turn out to be a fool’s errand that took his chums and Big Zebforth on that mercy trip.
Tubby had to chuckle, proudly remembering that it had been himself whohad suggested “owl,” though Andy instantly made fun of him for so doing.The joke would be on Andy then, should it eventually turn out that way.
Hearing no further sound from those who had gone away, nor a repetitionof the supposed cry for help, Tubby reluctantly closed the door, put thebar in place, and taking his seat again before the fire, resumed hisvigil.
Meanwhile the three were making their way through the woods. Thedarkness was not intense, and possibly they could have gotten alongquite well without the lantern. Nevertheless, none of them was sorry forhaving it; more than one stumble was spared them on account of it.
They had noted well the quarter from which the faint cries had come, andwere now heading in that direction. All was still around them, save forthe rustle of scurrying little feet in the dried pine needles, asperhaps a fox on the prowl for his supper slipped out of the way; orpossibly it may have been a mink, for there was some sort of streamclose by, which emptied into the river down which the logs had been sentwhen the big spring drive was on.
“We’re heading right, don’t you think, Zeb?” asked Rob presently, beingdesirous of confirming his own opinion, and knowing that the experiencedguide and woodsman could be depended on to be accurate.
“Straight as a die, younker,” the man told him, and then added: “I’m aheap s’prised to see how you boys kerry on. ’Tain’t every lad from thetowns that could pick out a sound like you done, and then direct thatway. I guess thar must be a heap o’ sense in this here scout business,an’ I gotter take off my hat to it, that’s a fack.”
Words like that give a scout a warm feeling in the region of his heart.Appreciation is always welcome when genuine; to be complimented by anexpert like Big Zeb, the man who had served Uncle George for ten yearsas guide and handy man in camp, was thrice pleasant. Still, both Rob andAndy were used to hearing people say nice things, and it never broughton a case of “swelled head” with such sensible fellows.
A short time later on Rob spoke again.
“I tried to take into consideration the fact that the wind wasn’taltogether favorable, and also that the chap called as if he might behoarse from weakness or excitement. So I figured that he couldn’t bemore than a quarter of a mile off at the time. How did you make out,Andy?”
“Oh! I thought he was further than that, say two-thirds of a mile as thecrow flies; but I didn’t count on his being exhausted, as you say, Rob.”
“If you asked me, younkers,” said Zeb, “I’d fix it atween the two o’you. I should say we’d a’ready gone nearly a quarter o’ a mile fromcamp. But we ain’t heard nary a sign o’ him yet. S’pose we let out acall, and tried fur a raise?”
“A good idea, Zeb,” admitted the scout master. Raising his voice hecalled out: “Hello! there, where are you?”
Almost immediately they heard a half-stifled cry that seemed to be fullof partly suppressed joy.
“This way,
over here to your left, man! Oh! please hurry up. I’m in asair bad fix, and there’s an awfu’ need o’ haste!”
The words thrilled them once more. Now they were sure that it was noimaginary summons that had lured them from the warm fire; someone _was_there in the depths of the pine woods, unable to help himself, strangeas that might seem.
“Rob, that sounded more like a boy’s voice than a man’s heavy tones,”suggested Andy.
“Just what I was thinking,” said the observing scout master. “Do youknow there seemed a little odd twist in his way of speaking that made methink of Scotch Jock back in Hampton. Whoever this chap turns out to be,mark my words, he’s got Scotch blood in his veins.”
“There he calls out again, you notice,” exclaimed Andy presently, “andwe’re heading right, it seems. I reckon he sees the light of ourlantern, though we can’t yet get the first glimpse of him.”
“But we will very soon now,” Rob assured him. “The last hail was closeby.”
They were consumed with both curiosity and eagerness to be ofassistance. Neither of them could more than guess at what they weregoing to see; and it may be admitted that not even wise Zeb came anywaynear to hitting the mark.
He may have figured that some one had fallen and injured his leg orankle; or another sort of accident—a tree falling on him; being cutthrough by a misstroke of a keen-edged ax; or having his gun go off,when drawing it muzzle forward through some dense brush—as greenhornsoften do at peril of their lives; but if they guessed for an hour theywould not have dreamed of the remarkable sight that met their gaze.
“There, I think I can just manage to see him, Rob—over by that clump ofbirches that have sprung up where a mother tree was cut down years ago.Lift your lantern a bit and look.”
Rob hastened to comply, and immediately remarked:
“Yes, I do see something dark on the ground. It moves. See, that must behis arm waving to us! We’ll be with you, my friend, in a jiffy now. It’sall right. We’ll soon have you in camp, safe and sound, whatever hashappened to you!”
Rob was saying this out of the kindness of his heart. He realized thatundoubtedly the other must have been in both physical and mentaldistress, or he would never have cried out as he had.
A minute later and they had drawn near enough for the strange truth tobreak upon them; and certainly it made both Andy and Rob stare as thoughthey could hardly believe their eyes.
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