The Boy Scouts Through the Big Timber; Or, The Search for the Lost Tenderfoot

by Herbert Carter

  CHAPTER XIV. STEP HEN LOOKS OUT FOR THE PROVISIONS.

  Some little time passed. Gradually the storm was passing away in thedistance, where they could still hear the constant growl and mutter ofthe thunder. But those near-by crashes had really ceased.

  As the boys were cramped, and becoming restless, Thad saw no reason whythey should not get out in the open again.

  "First, I want to look at that leg of yours, Giraffe," said thescoutmaster.

  "Aw! guess I'll manage all right," replied the other, his pride revoltingat such a thing as showing the white feather.

  "All the same, it ought to be looked after," persisted Thad. "We can'tafford to take any chances of your being lamed. A stiff leg is a constantbother. And there's no need of it when I've got liniment and salve andlinen in my haversack, for just such uses. Here, roll up the leg of yourtrousers and let Doc Thad take a look. No nonsense, now, Giraffe. It'sorders."

  So, protesting still that it "didn't amount to a row of pins," Giraffenevertheless obeyed the injunction of the patrol leader.

  "There, it is quite an ugly wound, and bleeding too," declared Thad. "Andyou might have had a heap of trouble with that same hurt, Giraffe, if youdidn't let me put some salve on. It's an open cut and the liniment wouldbite too much. Besides this healing salve is better."

  And so Thad soon had a nice bandage fastened snugly about the hurt.Giraffe frankly admitted that it did feel soothed by the application,though he still had to limp more or less when he walked, naturallyfavoring the lame leg.

  "Now we can go ahead again, and find old Bumpus," Step Hen remarked,after the operation had been successfully finished.

  "That's the worst of it all," said Allan, with a disconsolate shrug ofhis shoulders, and making a wry face at the same time.

  "Worst of what?" demanded Step Hen. "Ain't we going to pick up the trailat the place we lost it, or back where the old cat hangs?"

  "There isn't any trail!" Allan replied.

  "What?" ejaculated both Step Hen and Giraffe, amazed by his declaration,that filled them with dismay.

  "The rain washed it all out, you see," Allan went on to explain.

  "But--how are we agoin' to find Bumpus, then?" Step Hen gasped.

  Again the Maine boy shrugged his shoulders, and there was something veryexpressive about the movement.

  "Ask me something easy, please? I confess I'm all up in the air. I don'tknow how we can find our chum, unless by an accident, later on, we cameupon his fresh trail again, made after the storm. And that's supposing agood many things, you see, one of which is that he's come out of theracket safe and sound."

  "Whew! strikes me we've got as much chance of running across him as we'dhave finding a needle in a haystack," ventured Giraffe.

  "Just about as much," Allan replied, looking downcast.

  As long as there was any trail to find, Allan was not the one to give up;he would hang on tenaciously while a shred of hope remained. But with thetracks of Bumpus positively washed out by the downpour from the clouds,it was useless wasting time in looking for any "signs."

  Even Thad seemed serious now.

  Troubles were accumulating thick and fast, for the missing member of theSilver Fox Patrol. Though thus far Bumpus seemed to have surmounted histrials and difficulties, he might have been caught unawares by thatfurious storm. And what if he had been tempted to seek shelter in ahollow tree, not having a wise scoutmaster handy, to warn against theevil of such a thing? Giraffe and Step Hen felt very uneasy at even thethought.

  They left the vicinity of the ledges, and once more entered the talltimber. But the others knew that Thad was indulging in no hope that theycould discover any signs of the trail, or follow it, even though anoccasional footprint remained. He had some other purpose in leading thembackward, and they could hazard a pretty good guess as to what it mightbe.

  There were abundant signs of the storm's passage all around them. Some ofthe more slender trees still bowed their heads in the direction where,far away in the distance, the thunder still growled and muttered. Hereand there the boys could see one that had been uprooted, and eitherthrown flat to the ground, or else received in the sheltering embrace ofsome neighbor, that held it in a half reclining attitude.

  And presently Giraffe gave vent to a loud cry.

  "It _did_ strike Step Hen's tree!" he exclaimed.

  "Where is it? I don't see the same;" demanded Step Hen.

  "Look again. Rub your eyes, and wake up! Don't you glimpse that pile ofbranches over there, scattered in every direction?" asked Giraffe.

  "Sure I do," admitted the other, "but how d'ye know now that wreckagecame from my tree?"

  "Why, that's easy," replied Giraffe. "Notice that shattered trunk partlystanding yet? Well, step this way and you can see where part, only part,mind you, Step Hen, is left of that hiding-place you wanted to crawl in."

  "Oh! my stars!" ejaculated the other scout, when his staring eyes toldhim that what his comrade said was the awful truth.

  It had been the luckiest escape those four boys would ever know. Theyfelt a great awe steal over them, accompanied by a sensation ofthanksgiving, as they stood there looking at the ruin of that once proudking of the woods.

  "None of us would ever know what hit us, I guess," said Step Hen,finally.

  "And I reckon I've learned my lesson all right," added the tall scout."Just as Thad said, what's a ducking, when you think of taking chanceswith a thing like this? I am for a wetting down, every time, after this."

  "But what had we better do--head back for camp, and give our poor oldchum Bumpus up for good?" asked Step Hen, dejectedly.

  "Not just yet," the scoutmaster replied.

  "We've got some grub still," suggested Giraffe, "and can make fires allright, no matter how wet the wood got."

  "Yes, we can stay out for another day or two," said Thad, "and longerthan that, if we think there's any chance of finding him; because wecould knock over some game at the worst."

  "But what's the programme?" persisted Giraffe. "Are we going to lay outsome sort of plan, and then follow it up; or just go meanderin' around,every-which-way, trusting to sheer luck?"

  "We'll try and figure on what Bumpus was most likely to do," said Thad,"and then pattern our plan after that. And later on, you know, we couldgive a shout once in a while. If he was near enough to us he might hearus that way."

  "You're right, Thad, and it's a good scheme," declared Giraffe.

  "A dandy one," added Step Hen. "And if ever Bumpus hears me ashoutin'he'll know who 'tis, all right."

  "I should say, yes," Giraffe observed, with such a meaning look that theother took umbrage at once, and flamed out with:

  "'Tain't any more like the caw of a crow than your squawk is, Giraffe,and you know it, even if you used to say so. That's because you wasenvious because, outside of Bumpus himself, I could sing better'n anyother scout in the whole troop."

  Giraffe made no answer to this taunt. He only looked appealing towardThad, as much as to say that he was not to blame for this flare-up.

  They walked on for a while, although the going was not so very pleasant,owing to the fact that the bushes were all so wet, they had to avoidcontact with them.

  Allan and Thad conferred as they went, and apparently must have laid outtheir plans, for the others presently became aware of the fact that theyseemed to be moving ahead in something like a direct line.

  Although they had thus far met with no great success, Step Hen andGiraffe still felt considerable confidence in their leaders. Thad andAllan seemed so able to cope with anything and everything that camealong, it was no wonder the others had begun to believe they couldaccomplish the impossible.

  But when the afternoon waned, and another night stared them in the face,they had to temporarily forget about Bumpus, and consider their owncondition.

  A fire would certainly be needed, for everything around them was stillwet; and as the droppings from the trees had partly soaked theirgarment
s, Thad thought they must dry out.

  But a piece of luck came their way about this time that was as welcome asit was unexpected.

  Step Hen happened to be out on the left flank, and suddenly the othersheard the report of his rifle in that quarter. As they hastily turnedthat way, it was to see Step Hen dancing madly up and down.

  "I got it! I got it!" he was shouting, clawing at his little repeatingrifle in the endeavor to work the pump action, and render it serviceableagain.

  "Got what?" demanded Giraffe, running up.

  "A deer!" replied the other.

  "Yes, you have. Tell us where?" asked the tall scout, incredulously.

  "Over back of them bushes. It was just going to jump when I let go. Guessit dropped in its tracks!" panted Step Hen.

  Giraffe gave a mocking laugh.

  "We'll soon see if you put a flim-flam bullet into an old stump," heremarked, derisively, limping forward: and immediately shouting: "Well,of all the world, if he didn't get the nicest little buck you ever saw;and shot straight through the heart. No wonder he went down ker-flop.Step Hen, you're going some. I'll have to look out, or else you'll becrowding at my heels."

  "Beat that snapshot if you can, Giraffe," said the other, proudly lookingdown at his quarry.