A CALL FOR HELP
Jerry was holding something up when he said this, which he had just
picked out of the cavity under the loose plank.
"Why, it looks as though it had once been a baby's shoe, I should
say," suggested Frank.
"Just what it is, but as old as the hills," remarked Jerry. "I wonder
now, did it slip down here, or was it carried by the old mother rat
when this nest was made?"
He fumbled among the scraps of paper and such stuff that had gone to
form the nest of the rodent. One piece seemed to be a part of an
envelope. The writing was fairly visible, though age had yellowed the
paper.
"What do you think of this, fellows?" Jerry demanded, as though
interested. "I can make out part of a name here, and whose do you
reckon it is?"
"Oh, tell, and don't keep a fellow guessing!" urged Bluff
impatiently.
"The word Aaron is as plain as anything," pursued Jerry, "and then
there's part of the next one Denni--so you see it really looks as if
away back, twenty years ago or perhaps even much longer, the rich old
hermit used to actually live here in this log cabin. In those days he
was land poor, mebbe; and say, the shoe--why, he must have had a wife,
and a baby, too!"
All of them looked at the poor little memento of the dim past which
had been discovered under such singular conditions. Then Jerry
commenced smoothing the earth level under the plank so that it would
set more evenly. In the midst of this he uttered another exclamation.
"All sorts of queer things are coming my way, I tell you!" he called
out. "See what I've dug up now!"
"Looks like a half dollar," remarked Bluff decidedly interested. "And
see here, if you've struck a miser's hoard, remember we're all chums,
Jerry; it's share alike, I hope."
A vigorous hunt failed to disclose any mate of the coin, and in the
end they were compelled to believe it must be only a lone specimen.
"Perhaps old Aaron was a money grabber in those days," Bluff ventured,
"and laid the foundation for his fortune while living here in this
cabin. And this hole under the loose plank--wouldn't it be just the
jolliest hiding-place for a miser to stow his valuables in?"
"Either that," added Frank thoughtfully, "or else the half dollar
managed to slip down through a crack. Have you examined it to see the
date, Jerry? Because if it happens to be one that was coined within
the last half-dozen years we'd know it couldn't have been left here
long ago."
"I can make it out easily enough, Frank; and it's away back in
eighteen-eighty. So that allows plenty of leeway, you see."
The little incident gave them considerable food for exchanging
opinions. They even tried to picture what the cabin on the Point may
have looked like many years ago, when a woman's hands took care of the
home, and the prattle of a child sounded among those great trees
overhead.
Still, none of the boys dreamed that the cavity under the floor would
play a part in the future happenings that were destined to come their
way, though such proved to be the case.
The second night things began to shape themselves much more
comfortably. All of the boys declared they had enjoyed a sound sleep
when dawn once more found them stirring, and ready to take up the new
duties of the day.
One thing after another was finished, and it gave them considerable
satisfaction to find how much of an improvement this sort of work
made in the cabin and surroundings.
Frank himself cut away much of the thick growth of bushes and branches
that interfered with their view of the big water. When he had
completed his task it was possible to look from the open door and see
for miles out over the lake. They believed they would never tire of
watching the play of the waves that at times could be heard so plainly
breaking on the shore near by.
There was seldom a time during daylight when some fish-hawk could not
be seen sailing serenely over the water, looking for a fish for his
young fledglings. On several occasions the boys also discovered a
bald-headed eagle wheeling far up in the blue space overhead.
"We must keep on the watch to learn how the bold robber taxes the
hard-working and honest fish-hawks for his meal," Frank remarked.
"It's too much bother for the eagle to plunge down and hook a fish for
himself, so he waits until an osprey gets one, then follows him up
into the air and makes him drop his prize."
Will, of course, was deeply interested. Everything that pertained to
animal nature appealed irresistibly to him these days, since he had
taken to securing pictures of wild birds and animals in their native
haunts.
"I've read about such things, but never had the good luck to see it
done," he hastened to remark. "I hope I can make use of my camera if
it happens to come along at the right time. Already I think I know
where a pair of those big ospreys have their nest, and that ought to
make a dandy picture, with one of the parent birds feeding the
youngsters."
"I'd go a little slow about it if I were you," Frank cautioned him.
"They make their homes up in pretty tall trees, you know. And besides,
some of them are savage fighters when they think their nests are going
to be disturbed or robbed."
The others forgot about the fish-hawks after that, but not Will. When
he had anything on his mind he was very persistent. This was
particularly true of such matters as were connected with his hobby
along the line of photography.
Several days passed, and the other boys were enjoying themselves
greatly. For that matter, so was Will, though his activities ran along
a single groove. Let those who cared to fish sit out there on the lake
all they wished; or troll along, using minnows for bait, which had
been taken in a little net made of mosquito bar stuff; Will preferred
to roam the adjacent woods seeking signs of minks, raccoons, opossums
and foxes, and planning just how he would arrange his traps so that
at night time the animals would set off his flashlight, and have their
pictures taken unawares in so doing.
All the little chores had been completed around the cabin, which
looked quite like another place now. It was kept as neat as wax, for
Frank had even manufactured an odd but effective broom out of twigs,
such as he had seen used by immigrants from abroad.
Frank was contemplating the taking of a little tramp up the stream on
the following day. He had not forgotten what one of his informants had
told him concerning the hermit's place, and was more than curious to
meet Aaron Dennison.
Will had not ceased to remember his loss. He brooded over it at times,
and even broke out into occasional lamentations. His greatest fear
seemed to be that Gilbert might destroy the films in his sudden
disgust on discovering what a wretched blunder he had committed in his
haste.
Will had wandered forth after lunch on this day. From the fact that he
carried his camera along with him, the rest of the boys judged he
meant to secure some view that had appealed to him as especially fine.
It was some hours later that Frank noticed that he had not returned.
Will was a fair woodsman by now, and there did not seem to be much
chance of his allowing himself to become lost. Still Frank found
himself wondering just where the boy had gone, and why Will had not
taken any of them into his confidence.
When it was but an hour from sunset he mentioned the matter to the
rest.
"Does anybody happen to know where Will set out for?" was his
question.
No one did, for both Bluff and Jerry shook their heads in the
negative, while the last named remarked:
"He was busy working at something or other this morning. I didn't get
on to it, and meant to ask him, but forgot all about it. I saw him
fasten a piece of rope around him and enclose a tree out there. It
made me laugh at the time, and only that Bluff called me just then I
would have joshed him about trying to play Indian, and tying himself
face on to a tree."
Frank chuckled at hearing that.
"You've given me a clue already, Jerry," he observed. "I remember that
Will seemed set on getting a picture of that osprey nest he had
discovered. You know the old trick some South Sea islanders practice
when climbing cocoanut trees is to have a loop around the trunk and
their own body, then barefooted hoist themselves bit by bit, always
raising the loop as they go."
"Whew! and so Will thought he could do the same thing, did he, and get
up to the first limb high above his head. But say, Frank, what if
something has happened to him?"
Jerry looked uneasy when he said this, and Bluff, too, picked up his
hat as though ready to set out in search of Will.
"We must look into this, that's a fact, boys!" declared Frank;
whereupon they hurried out of doors.
"Listen!" cried Frank almost immediately. "Seems to me I heard a call
some distance away and along the shore. Yes, there it is again, and I
reckon that's our chum giving tongue. He must be in difficulty and he
needs help, so come on," at which the three of them started to run at
full speed eastward.