CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE HUT ON THE ISLAND.
"A house?"
"A cabin!"
"A hut amid the trays."
In a little clearing on some rising ground amid the trees they could seethe hut.
"Is it possible any one lives here?" exclaimed the professor.
"It looks as if some one stops here at times, at least," said Frank.
"Av this ain't a clear case av luck, Oi dunno mesilf!"
"We'll get the man who lives there to guide us out of the Everglades!"shouted the professor, in a relieved tone.
Then Frank cast a gloom over their spirits by saying:
"This may be a hunter's cabin, inhabited only at certain seasons of theyear. Ten to one, there's no one living in it now."
"You'd be pleased if there wasn't!" almost snarled Professor Scotch."You're a boy without a heart!"
Frank laughed softly.
"We'll soon find out if there's any one at home," he said, as the canoeran up to the bank, and he took care to get out first.
As soon as Frank was out, the professor made a scramble to follow him.He rose to his feet, despite Barney's warning cry, and, a moment later,the cranky craft flipped bottom upward, with the swiftness of a flash oflightning.
The professor and the Irish lad disappeared beneath the surface of thewater.
Barney's head popped up in a moment, and he stood upon his feet, withthe water to his waist, uttering some very vigorous words.
Up came the professor, open flew his mouth, out spurted a stream ofwater, and then he wildly roared:
"Help! Save me! I can't swim! I'm drowning!"
Before either of the boys could say a word, he went under again.
"This is th' firrust toime Oi iver saw a man thot wanted to drown inthray fate av wather," said Barney.
Frank sat down on the dry ground, and shouted with laughter.
Up popped the professor a second time.
"Help!" he bellowed, after he had spurted another big stream of waterfrom his mouth. "Will you see me perish before your very eyes? Save me,Frank!"
But Frank was laughing so heartily that he could not say a word, and thelittle man went down once more.
"Hivins! he really manes to drown!" said Barney, in disgust.
"Grab him!" gasped Frank. "Don't let him go down again. Oh, my! what ascrape! This beats our record!"
For the third time the professor's head appeared above the surface, andthe professor's voice weakly called:
"Will no one save me? This is a plot to get me out of the way! Oh,Frank, Frank! I never thought this of you! Farewell! May you be happywhen I am gone!"
"Stand up!" shouted Frank, seeing that the little man had actuallyresigned himself to drown. "Get your feet under you. The water isshallow there."
The professor stood up, and an expression of pain, surprise, and disgustsettled on his face, as he thickly muttered:
"May I be kicked! And I've been under the water two-thirds of the timefor the last hour! I've swallowed more than two barrels of thisswamp-water, including, in all probability, a few dozen pollywogs,lizards, young alligators, and other delightful things! If the waterwasn't so blamed dirty here, and I wasn't afraid of swallowing enoughcreatures to start an aquarium, I'd just lie down and refuse to makeanother effort to get up."
Then he waded out, the look on his face causing Frank to double up withmerriment, while even the wretched Barney smiled.
Barney would have waded out, but Frank said:
"Don't attempt to land without those guns, old man. They're somewhere onthe bottom, and we want them."
So Barney was forced to plunge under the surface and feel around till hehad fished up the rifles and the shotgun.
Frank had taken care of his bow and arrows, the latter being in a quiverat his back, and the paddles had not floated away.
After a time, everything was recovered, the canoe was drawn out andtipped bottom upward, and the trio moved toward the cabin, Frankleading, and the professor staggering along behind.
Reaching the cabin, Frank rapped loudly on the door.
No answer.
Once more he knocked, and then, as there was no reply, he pushed thedoor open, and entered.
The cabin was not occupied by any living being, but a glance showed thetrio that some one had been there not many hours before, for the embersof a fire still glowed dimly on the open hearth of flat stones.
There were two rooms, the door between them being open, so the littleparty could look into the second.
The first room seemed to be the principal room of the hut, while theother was a bedroom. They could see the bed through the open doorway.
There were chairs, a table, a couch, and other things, for the most partrude, home-made stuff, and still every piece showed that the person whoconstructed it had skill and taste.
Around the walls were hung various tin pans and dishes, all polishedbright and clean.
What surprised them the most was the wire screens in the windows, ascreen door that swung inward, and a mosquito-bar canopy over the bedand the couch.
"By Jove!" cried Frank; "the person who lives here is prepared toprotect himself against mosquitoes and black flies."
"It would be impossible to live here in the summer," gravely declaredProfessor Scotch, forgetting his own misery for the moment. "The pestswould drive a man crazy."
"Oh, I don't know about that," returned Frank. "If a man knew how todefend himself against them he might get along all right. They can't beworse than the mosquitoes of Alaska in the warm months. Up there theIndians get along all right, even though mosquitoes have been known tokill a bear."
"Pwhat's thot?" gurgled Barney. "Kill a bear? Oh, Frankie, me b'y, Oinivver thought that av you!"
"It's true," affirmed Professor Scotch. "Sometimes bears, lured byhunger, will come down into the lowlands, where mosquitoes will attackthem. They will stand up on their hind legs and strike at the littlepests with their forward paws. Sometimes a bear will do this till he isexhausted and falls. Then the mosquitoes finish him."
"Thot's a harrud yarn to belave, profissor; but it goes av you soay so,"said Barney, thinking it best to smooth over the late unpleasantness.
"Up there," said Frank, "the Indians smear their faces and hands withsome kind of sticky stuff that keeps the mosquitoes from reaching theirflesh. In that way they get along very well."
But they had something to talk about besides the Indians of Alaska, forthe surprises around them furnished topics for conversation.
Exploring the place, they found it well stocked with provisions, whichcaused them all to feel delighted.
"I'm actually glad we came!" laughed Frank. "This is fun galore."
"It will be all right if we are able to get out of the scrape," saidScotch.
Barney built a fire, while Frank prepared to make bread and cook supper,having found everything necessary for the accomplishment of the task.
The professor stripped off his outer garments, wrung the water out ofthem, and hung them up before the fire to dry.
His example was followed by the Irish boy.
They made themselves as comfortable as possible, and night came on,finding them in a much better frame of mind than they had expected tobe.
Frank succeeded in baking some bread in the stone oven. He foundcoffee, and a pot bubbled on the coals, sending out an odor that madethe trio feel ravenous.
There were candles in abundance, and two of them were lighted. Then,when everything was ready, they sat down to the table and enjoyed asupper that put them in the best of moods.
The door of the hut was left open, and the light shone out upon theoverturned canoe and the dark water beyond.
After supper they cleaned and dried the rifles and shotgun.
"By jingoes!" laughed Frank; "this is a regular picnic! I'm glad we tookthe wrong course, and came here!"
"You may change your tune before we get out," said the professor, whosetrousers were dry, and who was now feeling o
f his coat to see how thatwas coming on.
"Don't croak, profissor," advised Barney. "You're th' firrust mon Oiiver saw thot wuz bound ter drown himsilf in thray fate av wather. Ha!ha! ha!"
"Oh, laugh, laugh," snapped the little man, fiercely. "I'll get evenwith you for that some time! What fools boys are!"
After supper they lay around and took things easy. Barney and Frank toldstories till it was time to go to bed, and they finally turned in, firsthaving barred the door and made sure the windows were securely fastened.
They soon slept, but they were not to rest quietly through the night.Other mysterious things were soon to follow those of the day.
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