CHAPTER 17 RED'S MISTAKE
Scarcely had Brad, Dan and Red taken refuge than two shadowy figuresemerged through the tunnel.
Watching tensely from a niche in the limestone shelf, they saw EagleFeather climb nimbly from the floor of the underground stream to the rimof the circular chamber.
He stood there silhouetted in the opening, the firelight flickering uponhis fierce features. In his hand was a drawn knife.
Seeing the weapon, Red clutched Dan's hand in a tight grip. He held hisbreath, fearful lest he draw attention to himself or his mates.
The Cubs were more afraid for Miquel than for themselves. But the oldIndian medicine man remained undisturbed.
Observing White Nose and Eagle Feather on the ledge above him, hemurmured, "Ah-hah-lah-nih," in affectionate greeting.
White Nose and Eagle Feather leaped down in front of the old Indian,their attitude hostile. They spoke rapidly, fiercely in their own tongue.
Brad, Dan and Red could not understand what was being said, though theycaught one word "turquoise."
They guessed, however, that the two Indians were accusing the oldmedicine man of having stolen the turquoise toad from the tribe.
Old Miquel began shaking his head in a bewildered way. Abandoning thefire, he backed away from his accusers.
Step by step, White Nose and Eagle Feather pursued him.
Old Miquel backed nearer and nearer the edge of the ledge.
To the horror of the Cubs, he suddenly toppled backwards into the deeppool. He struggled briefly and went down.
Before Brad and Dan could make a move, White Nose leaped into the water.He submerged, and seemingly could not find Old Miquel's body. In a momentthough, he was back on the surface, holding Old Miquel by a lock of hislong, black hair.
Eagle Feather helped to haul the old man out on the ledge.
"He's done for," he said, speaking in English. "His head was gashed on arock."
"The Gods have spoken," muttered White Nose. "Vengeance is not to beours. They have punished him for robbing his people of the TurquoiseToad."
"Let us go," replied Eagle Feather.
To the horror of the watching Cubs, the two Indians made no attempt torevive the old man. Taking it for granted that he already was beyondhelp, they quitted the cavern.
Brad, Dan and Red waited only until they were certain that the twoIndians did not intend to return.
Then, they went quickly to the old man who lay motionless on the ledge.Brad stripped off his jacket and placed it over the wet body. The oldfellow did not stir.
"He wasn't under water long enough to have taken much into his lungs,"the boy declared, feeling of the Indian's pulse. "Got a handkerchief?"
Dan produced one which the older boy used to staunch the flow of blood atOld Miquel's temple.
"He must have hit his head on a rock all right," he declared. "But thecut isn't deep. It's mostly a flesh wound."
"How's his pulse?" Red inquired anxiously. "Is he still alive?"
"I think so. The pulse is so weak though that I hardly can catch it.White Nose and Eagle Feather evidently thought he was dead or theywouldn't have gone off."
"What'll we do?" Dan asked. "Go for help?"
"He needs a doctor right away. But I'm afraid to leave him here alone."
"If he revives, he might roll off into the pool," Dan agreed. "Then he'dsure drown."
The three Cubs huddled about the prone figure, uncertain what to do.Aside from their fears for Old Miquel they knew that their own longabsence from the Cub camp might have occasioned considerable alarm.
By now they had lost all track of time, but they were certain more thantwo hours had elapsed since they had left Webster City. Soon it would betime for the Pack pow-pow to start. With three Cubs absent, the Den 1boys would be frantic.
Dan searched in the darkness until he found the Navajo blanket whichbelonged to Professor Sarazen. This he used as an additional coveringover the old Indian.
"We can't leave him alone, that's sure," Brad said with decision. "Dan,you and Red, hot-foot it for the camp. I'll stay here."
"You're needed more than I am to run off the events and take part in thecanoe race," Dan replied. "Without you, Den 2 hasn't a chance."
"Getting help for Old Miquel is more important than winning acompetition, Dan."
"Of course," the younger boy agreed simply. "But you'll be needed whileMidge can substitute for me in the race. See what I mean?"
"The Pack comes first," Red sided with Dan. "I'd stay and let Dan goonly--well, I might as well admit it, I'm scared to death to be herealone."
Neither Dan nor Brad made light of Red's fears for they knew that even anhour's wait in the cave could prove a terrifying experience.
"We're wasting valuable time," Dan urged. "Get going, you two. I don'tmind staying. Honestly, I don't."
"Want Red to wait with you?"
"No. If the pow-wow is run off, he'll be needed in camp. No use tying himdown here when he couldn't do any good. I'll make out."
"We'll hurry as fast as we can," Brad promised. "The second we reachcamp, we'll send a doctor and some stretcher bearers."
The Den Chief clasped Dan's hand for an instant, well aware that theyounger boy deliberately had sacrificed himself that his Cubmates mighthave a better chance to win.
"If Old Miquel should come to, he might get rough," Brad warned inparting. "Don't take chances. If he makes trouble, just get out of thecave as fast as you can."
"Sure," Dan promised. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. Just get tocamp as fast as you can and tell Mr. Hatfield what happened."
With reluctance, Red and Brad started off through the tunnel, not at allsure that they were doing right in leaving Dan behind. But then, they hadno choice. Old Miquel must have medical attention at once, or he mightnever recover.
At the mouth of the cave, the two Cubs halted briefly to take bearings.White Nose and Eagle Feather had vanished. The sun was well up in thesky, indicating that the hour was even later than they had anticipated.
"Gosh, I'll bet the pow-wow has started!" Red exclaimed. "We've got toget back fast."
Brad edged around the ledge to the beach. He was starting off the waythey had come when Red halted him with a suggestion.
"I know a shorter way," he insisted. "It's through the woods, and hardgoing for a short distance. But we can cut off at least twenty minutes."
"You're sure of the trail?" Brad asked dubiously.
"It isn't marked, but I know this section. Besides, one can't get lost inthe park."
"Don't you believe it!" Brad replied. "Maybe not permanently lost, butone could lose a lot of time wandering around looking for a main road ora marked path."
"We're not far from our camp, Brad. I'm sure of the way."
"Okay then, lead off. The important thing is to get back as fast as wecan. Old Miquel's life may depend upon it."
Confidently, Red started off, circling behind the beach into a denseforest of towering trees.
At first the going was quite easy, but as they moved farther and fartherfrom the water front, the underbrush became more difficult. Soon theyencountered a swampy area which slowed them down.
"Say, we're not making any time this way," Brad protested, wading througha boggy place. "Let's strike back toward the beach."
"The going will be easier as soon as we're through this," Red insisted."I remember. Even though it's hard going for a little while, we'll savetime."
Brad had his own opinion. However, realizing that it was too late to turnback now without losing more precious minutes, he kept silent. He blamedhimself severely for having listened to Red. From past experience heshould have known that the younger boy's enthusiasm often carried himaway.
The swampy area behind them, the Cubs looked in vain for a marked trail.
"We should have hit it right here," Red declared, deeply troubled. "Well,it can't be too far ahead."
"You're not los
ing your way, are you?" Brad demanded. "Dan's back therein the cave, waiting and--"
"I'll get you into camp," Red cut in though with less confidence. "I maybe a little mixed, but I'm sure of my directions. We'll strike the markedtrail any minute now."
On they plowed, past fallen trees and then through another stretch ofmosquito swamp. By this time Red was mud to his knees. The sleeve of hisjacket was torn, and his face had been scratched by brambles. Brad was inlittle better condition.
For awhile Red kept doggedly on, the older boy plodding behind him. Thenthey came to another much larger area of fairly deep swamp. Both boyshalted, gazing at each other in despair.
"We're lost," Red burst out, "and it's all my fault. I thought I knew theway. Now I'm mixed up."
Brad did not blame his friend for he knew he had tried his best.
"We can't cross this swamp area," he said quietly. "We made a bad mistakeleaving the beach route. Now we'll have to retrace part of our way, andtry to hit the old trail."
"That will delay us a lot. And Dan--he'll be expecting us."
"I know," Brad said grimly. "We've let him down. But it can't be helped.We made one mistake. The important thing is not to make two of 'em. Withluck, we'll still reach camp before it's too late."
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