CHAPTER XXI
UNEXPECTED HELP
Never had hours seemed to drag so slowly. There was nothing to be heardsave the drip, drip of the rain in the forest, and the mournful sound ofthe wind in the trees. Once Bart went out, and tried to coax into a blazethe few, faint, remaining embers of the fire, but it was out of thequestion. He did have it started, but a swaying of the trees overheadsent down a shower of drops, and the blaze was completely extinguished.
"Hang the luck!" exclaimed Bart, as he hurried back into the partialshelter of the tree under which were his chums. "It's all my fault, fornot keeping my compass."
"No, we should have kept ours," declared Fenn. "It's up to us, too."
"Well, then, I shouldn't have seen that mysterious man," went on Bart,determined to blame himself in some fashion, "and we wouldn't have comeon this wild-goose chase."
"No, it's a good thing you did see him," said Frank. "We want to knowwhat he's up to."
"I only hope he's as badly off as we are," put in Ned, with a shiver."But say, fellows," he went on, in a few minutes, "don't you think it'sslacking up some?"
They all listened. There was no doubt about it, the rain was less inviolence, but the wind was rising.
"Maybe it's going to clear," suggested Fenn.
"If it does, it'll be colder," was Bart's opinion. It did clear, shortlyafter that, and there was a decided drop in temperature. Through theboughs of their shelter the boys could see the stars coming out.Miserable, and feeling chilled to the bone, the chums crowded closetogether.
It soon grew so cold that they had to come out of their shelter to moveabout and get their blood in circulation. But this served a goodpurpose, for it gave them something to do. At last a faint streak oflight appeared in the east--the herald of the rising sun--and, a littlelater, the red rim of Old Sol appeared. Never was the big luminary morewelcome.
"Now for a fire!" cried Ned, "that is, if we can find any dry wood." Theydid manage to pick up a few sticks from inside a hollow log where theyhad placed them the night before, in anticipation of some emergency, andsoon they were warming themselves in front of the flames. But there wasnothing to eat, and no coffee left, though Bart did manage to make apotful of what passed for it out of the grounds of what they had used thenight before.
"Well, let's start for camp," proposed Frank, when they had drunk thehot, if not palatable beverage. "Think you can find the way, Bart?"
"I guess so--I'll try, anyhow."
They started off, getting the direction as best they could by the sun,and for an hour tramped forward, feeling, on the whole, rathermiserable, but hoping to soon be in camp.
Several hours passed, and they seemed to be no nearer the place wheretheir tents were. Bart's face wore a puzzled look. He stared around atthe trees, as if they would help him solve the problem. Then he said:
"Fellows, I'm sorry, but I don't know where we are."
"Lost again, do you mean?" asked Ned.
"I don't believe we've been un-lost, if that's the proper term," went onBart. "I guess we haven't been on the right path since last night."
"What are we going to do?" asked Frank, helplessly. "I'm as hungry as abear."
"And I'm almost frozen," added Bart, with a shiver, "so you're no worseoff than the rest of us," and there was a note of impatience in hisvoice.
The chums looked at each other. Their plight was disagreeable, not tosay desperate. They knew that the forest in which they had encamped waslarge in extent, and was seldom visited. If they had to spend anothernight and day in it the consequences might be serious.
"Well," began Bart, "I suppose the only thing to do is to keep on. Wemay strike the right path. There are several trails around here."
He was about to start off again, when they were all startled by hearinga crackling in the underbrush. It seemed to come from their left.
"Get your gun ready, Bart," whispered Fenn. "Maybe it's a deer."
"Maybe it's that mysterious man," came from Ned.
Bart had raised his rifle, and, a moment later some one emerged from thethick trees, and stood on the edge of a little clearing, confronting theboys. The newcomer was a youth of about their own age, and on his backwas evidently a camping pack. He carried a gun, and at the sight ofBart, with half-raised rifle, the other slowly brought his weapon aroundfor quick use.
But Fenn, who had been staring at the latest arrival with eager eyes,suddenly cried out:
"It's William Perry! Don't you know him, fellows? The lad whose mothertook us in at the time of the blizzard--William Perry--whom we found ina snowbank in New York!"
"William Perry?" faltered Bart, lowering his rifle.
"William Perry?" came from Ned and Frank, in a sort of a chorus.
"The Darewell Chums!" exclaimed the other lad, while wonder spread overhis face. "The Darewell Chums here?"
Fenn started toward William on the run. He was soon shaking hands withhim, and leading him over to where Ned, Frank and Bart stood.
"However in the world did you get here?" asked Bart. "Are you lost,too?"
"No," replied William Perry, "I'm working for a lumber company, and I'mon my way from one camp to another. I had to spend last night in thewoods. But what are you doing here?"
"We've been out in the woods all night, too," said Frank. "We're camping,but we lost our way," and he quickly explained the circumstances.
"Where's your camp?" asked William, who, as my readers will remember,was the son of the widow in whose house the chums found shelter duringa blizzard that overtook them when they were on a hunting trip, as toldin the second volume of this series entitled "The Darewell Chums in theCity." Later they found William in New York. He had gone to become asailor, but had deserted because of a brutal captain, and went intohiding. He was found half frozen in a snowbank, from which the chumsrescued him, and sent him back home.
"Our camp?" repeated Bart, in answer to William's questions, "I onlywish we knew where it was."
"I mean what's it near?" went on William.
"Oh, the mud volcano," replied Frank, "if you know where that is."
William did, and quickly said so.
"I've been working for this lumber concern for about six months," hewent on, "and I know these woods pretty well. But I always go preparedto spend a night in them, as I had to last night."
"And can you show us the way to our camp?" asked Ned.
"Sure. You're not more than five miles from it. I guess you've beengoing around in a circle. Come on, I'll show you," and with theconfidence of experience William Perry led the way through the woods.He had appeared in the nick of time.
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