Jack Ranger's Gun Club; Or, From Schoolroom to Camp and Trail

by Clarence Young

  CHAPTER XXVII

  ORDERED BACK

  "Hurry up and get me down!" pleaded Budge, as he tried to grasp thesapling with his hands, to ease the strain on his foot.

  "I'm coming," replied Jack, who was laughing heartily. "Guess I'll haveto cut the tree down, though."

  "No; I have a better plan than that," spoke Will. "I'll show you."

  In another moment he was climbing up the thin trunk of the hickory thatserved to hold Budge Rankin suspended. Then Will's plan was apparent. Ashe climbed up farther, his weight, added to that of Budge, caused thesapling to sway toward the ground.

  "Grab me and cut the rope!" cried Budge.

  "All right," replied Jack, and when his queer chum was near enough tohim, Jack seized him around the waist. Nat, with his hunting knife,severed the thongs of deer sinew from which Long Gun had made the loop.Then Budge was released, and he assumed an upright position on theground, while Will dropped from the bending tree, which straightwaysprang back to its place.

  "Hu!" grunted Long Gun, with just the suspicion of a smile on hiscopper-colored face. "Boy go up heap fast."

  "'Sright," admitted Budge, while he began hunting through his pocketsfor a piece of gum.

  "What in the world did you ever put your foot in that trap for?" askedJack, when it was ascertained that Budge had not been injured.

  "Well," he said, "I'll tell you. You see, I asked Long Gun to show mehow to make a spring trap. I thought it might come in handy when I gotback home. He showed me, and made one. But it didn't look to me as if itwould work. So I just touched the trigger with my foot, and--and----"

  "We saw the rest," finished Bony. "Cracky! But I thought at first youwere giving us an exhibition of a human skyrocket."

  "Or trying to imitate the gigantic bird that left the marks in thesnow," added Sam. "Let's tell Budge about it."

  Which they did; and as his chum was usually pretty sharp in hisconclusions, Jack asked him what he thought it was that had made themysterious prints in the snow.

  "It must have been a roc, one of those birds you read about in the'Arabian Nights,'" declared Budge.

  "There never were such birds," objected Jack.

  "Sure there were," declared Budge. "It says so in the book."

  "No one ever saw one," objected Sam.

  "No, and you never saw George Washington," spoke Budge quickly. "Butyou're sure he was here once, ain't you?"

  "This is different," remarked Bony.

  "'Sallright. You'll find that's a big bird, like a roc," declared Budge,while he began to help the Indian get supper.

  They discussed, until quite late that night, the cause of the mysteriousnoises they had heard, and also what peculiar bird or beast had had thestruggle with the men. Then Jack finally declared:

  "Oh, what's the use of wasting our breath over it? We can't decide whatit was. There's only one thing to do."

  "What's that?" asked Sam.

  "Try and find out what it was."

  "How can we?"

  "Well, I've got two plans. One is to make another trip on the other sideof the mountain, and go farther next time. We can search for some sortof a camp."

  "And the other plan?" asked Will.

  "Is to keep watch, and see if we hear that thing passing over our campagain. If we do, we'll throw a lot of light wood on the fire, and whenit blazes up we may catch sight of it."

  "That's a good idea," declared Nat. "We'll take turns keeping watch atnight, and we'll begin right away."

  They agreed that this was a good plan, and the night was divided intosix watches, one for each of the lads, as Long Gun positively refused tohave anything to do with seeking a solution of the mystery. Some lightwood was collected and piled near the camp fire, in readiness to throwon, so as to produce a bright blaze the moment the queer noise was heardin the air overhead.

  But that night passed without incident, and so did the three following.During the day the boys went hunting in the forest, or fishing in theShoshone River, having fairly good luck both on land and in the water.

  It was about a week after Jack's plan of keeping night watches had beenin effect, that something happened. He had about given up hearing thenoise again, and was about ready to propose that the next day theyshould go on a trip over the mountain.

  It was Jack's watch, and he was sitting by the camp fire, thinking ofhis father, his aunts and matters at home, and, it must be confessed, ofa certain brown-eyed girl.

  "I must take a trip over to Pryor's Gap and see her," he said softly tohimself.

  The fire was burning low, and Jack arose to put on some more wood. As hedid so he heard a vibration in the air, not far above the camp. Thencame what seemed to be a whirr of wings and a throbbing noise.

  "The mystery! The mystery!" cried Jack, tossing an armful of light woodon the embers.

  The fire blazed up at once, and Jack looked upward. He saw a great shapehovering over the camp, a shape that was fully sixty feet wide, and heknew he could not be mistaken, for there were the gigantic wingsflapping. The object was flying right across the valley.

  Will, Sam and Nat rushed from the tent. They had heard Jack's cry.

  "Do you see it?" the watcher demanded. "Right up there!"

  The fire blazed up more brightly, and in the glare of it could be dimlyseen something like a great bird.

  "That's it!" cried Nat. "Gasolened grasshoppers! but what is it?"

  No one answered. The throbbing and whirring grew fainter, and the shapepassed out of sight. From the tent could be heard the howling of LongGun, as he prayed in his own tongue.

  "Quit that!" yelled Bony from the canvas shelter. "Do you want tofrighten us all to death?"

  Then Long Gun's cries were muffled, and it was evident that he hadhidden his head under his blankets.

  "This settles it!" declared Jack positively. "We'll make another tripover the mountain to-morrow and see if we can't solve this."

  "That's what we will!" added Nat. "First thing you know we'll wake upsome night and find ourselves gone."

  They made preparations to be away all night if necessary, taking plentyof blankets and food. Budge and Long Gun decided to remain in camp tolook after things.

  "S'posin'youdon'tcomeback?" asked Budge, all in one word.

  "Oh, we'll come back," replied Jack confidently. "If we don't, you andLong Gun will have to come after us."

  "Where'llyoube?"

  "You'll have to hunt," was Jack's answer as he flicked his horse withthe quirt.

  They had decided to do some hunting as they proceeded, and were on thelookout for game. The weather continued fine, and the snow haddisappeared, though they might expect heavy storms almost any day, LongGun said.

  They crossed the mountain ridge, and started down the other side,without having had a chance to shoot anything. They reached the placewhere they had seen the mysterious marks in the snow, and made a carefulexamination, but could discover nothing new.

  "Well, Jack, which way now?" asked Sam as they stood looking about them.

  "Down the mountain," decided Jack. "I think we may get a shot at somedeer, if we don't find anything else in the valley. Long Gun said it wasa good hunting ground."

  They rode on, Jack and Nat in advance. Whether their horses were betterthan the steeds of their companions, or whether Jack and Natunconsciously urged them to greater speed, was not apparent, but thefact was that in about an hour the two found themselves alone, havingdistanced their companions.

  "Let's wait for them," suggested Nat.

  "No, let's keep on. It's a good trail, and they can't miss it. They'llcatch up to us soon. Maybe we can see something to shoot if we go on alittle way, or maybe----"

  "Maybe we'll see that mysterious bird," finished Nat. "I believe you'drather find that than kill a big buck."

  "Oh, I don't know," replied Jack slowly. "I'd like to get a nice buck,but I'd also like to solve that mystery."

  "Speaking of bucks," whispered Nat quickly, "look there! Two of 'em!"

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bsp; He pointed to a little glade, into which they were turning, and Jack sawtwo large mule deer feeding on the grass.

  "A buck and a doe," he said as he raised his rifle. "I think we areclose enough to risk a shot. You take the buck, Nat. You haven't had agood pair of horns yet, and that fellow has some beauts. We'll both firetogether."

  Nat nodded to show that he understood. The deer had not scented theyoung hunters, but were still quietly feeding. Slowly Jack and Natraised their rifles, having dismounted from their horses.

  Just as they were about to pull the triggers a curious thing happened.The deer suddenly raised their heads, and gazed at a spot to the left ofthem. Then they bounded away, so swiftly that it was difficult for theeye to follow them.

  "Well, did you see that?" asked Nat. "Something scared them."

  "Yes, and it wasn't us," said Jack. "We're out of sight, and the wind'sblowing from them to us. I'm going to see what it was that sent themoff."

  He mounted his horse again, an example that Nat followed, and they rodedown the glade to where the deer had been feeding.

  "I wonder if it could have been a bear?" asked Jack of his chum. "If itwas----"

  He did not get a chance to finish the sentence, for even as he spoke thebushes just in front of the two lads were parted, and three men steppedinto view.

  "What are you lads doing here?" asked one of the strangers sternly.

  "We--we were hunting," replied Jack. "We saw two deer, but they ranbefore we could get a shot."

  "Well, you'd better make back tracks to where you came from," saidanother man gruffly. "Vamoose, you!"

  "Are these private grounds?" asked Jack. "We didn't know. We're campedon the other side of the mountain, and we understood we could hunthere."

  "Well, you can't," said the third man. "These aren't private grounds,but we don't want you around here, so you'd better skedaddle. Move on,now, or it won't be healthy for you."

  As he spoke he advanced his rifle in a threatening manner.

  "Oh, we don't want to trespass," spoke Nat. "We'll go."

  "You'd better," was the grim response of the man who had first spoken."Clear out, and don't come here again. We don't want any spies around."

  "We're not spies," said Jack, wondering that the man should use such aterm.

  "Well, we don't care what you are. Clear out! That's all! Clear out!"

  There was nothing to do but turn back. Slowly Jack and Nat wheeled theirhorses, meanwhile narrowly eyeing the men. The trio, though roughlydressed, did not appear like hard characters or desperadoes. They lookedlike miners.

  "You'll have to move faster than that," said the man who had spokenfirst. "If you don't we may have to make you."

  There was a movement in the bushes back of him, and Jack and Nat glancedin that direction to see who was coming. Another figure stepped intoview, the figure of a lad well known to Jack and Nat, for it was noneother than Jerry Chowden, the former bully of Washington Hall.

  "Jerry Chowden!" gasped Jack.

  "Jack--Jack Ranger!" exclaimed the bully, no less surprised than werethe two lads on horses.

  "Do you know him?" asked one of the men quickly of Jerry.

  "Yes--er--that is----"

  "Come on, you! Move away from here if you don't want to get intotrouble!" fairly shouted one of the men. He advanced toward Jack andNat, who, deeming discretion the better part of valor, clapped spurs totheir horses, and raced along the trail to rejoin their companions. Asthey galloped on Jack gave one glance over his shoulder. He saw JerryChowden in earnest conversation with the three men, and that our heroand Nat was the subject of the talk was evident from the manner in whichthe bully was pointing toward them.