THE CHAINED DOOR
It seemed to the two boys that Frank's knock sounded weirdly through
the house, though it did not bring any immediate result. Accordingly,
he again brought his knuckles against the door panel, this time with
even greater force than before.
"That fetched them, Frank," muttered Bluff. "I can hear somebody
shuffling along the hall and heading this way."
Presently they heard a bolt withdrawn, a rather ponderous affair it
seemed; and somehow this struck Frank as rather queer. Why should any
one living so far away from town, and off the beaten track of travel,
take such pains to secure his door?
"Gee whiz! I shouldn't think they'd ever be bothered with hoboes or
sneak thieves away up in this part of the country," whispered Bluff,
who always had a mind of his own and was hard to repress.
The door was slowly and cautiously opened. Frank saw that it was still
held by a stout chain, so that no one outside could enter against the
will of the inmates. It made him think of one of the old feudal
castles he had lately been reading about in Sir Walter Scott's
romances, where they had draw-bridges, moats, and a port-cullis to
protect them against assault.
A face was seen in the narrow opening. It was an old face, wrinkled,
so that at first Frank imagined it might belong to Aaron himself. Then
he discovered his mistake, for the white hair belonged to a woman,
evidently the housekeeper of the hermit.
She looked more or less frightened at first, and no wonder, because
such a resounding knock as Frank had given might have seemed backed by
authority. When she discovered just two friendly looking boys standing
there astonishment crept over the features of the woman.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she asked a little sharply, as
though annoyed because they had given her such a sudden start.
"My name is Frank Langdon, and this is my chum, Bluff Masters. We are
camping for our holidays down in the old cabin on the Point. We ran
out of butter and eggs, and came up here hoping we might be able to
buy some."
Frank made it as simple as he could. He did not even mention the fact
that they had ever heard there was such a singular person as Aaron
Dennison in all the wide world. It was his intention to appear as
though he looked upon this place as an ordinary farmhouse, where
hospitality might be supposed to abide, and a friendly call on the
part of decent boys would not be taken amiss.
The woman looked a little more keenly at Frank, but at the same time
she shook her head in the negative. Bluff grunted to himself. He took
that as a bad sign, and immediately concluded that they would have to
go back to camp with as empty hands as they had come.
"Nothing doing," was what Bluff was saying to himself just then, while
the old housekeeper hesitated; "she's got her orders. Old Aaron
doesn't fancy boys, I guess. We'll be mighty lucky if he doesn't see
fit to order us out of that cabin we've gone to all the trouble to fix
bang-up."
Then the housekeeper spoke.
"I'm sorry, but you mustn't expect to get anything here. This place
belongs to Mr. Aaron Dennison. No doubt you have heard of him. He has
lived here almost alone for many years now, and will brook no
intrusion. That is why the fence has been built around the estate,
with the wire on top, and locked gates. How did you get inside?"
"We came to a loose board and passed through, not meaning any harm,"
replied Frank, who imagined the old housekeeper was inclined to be
human, but having her strict orders from her employer dared not act in
a friendly manner toward them.
"I shall have to report your being here to Mr. Dennison, and I am
afraid that he will be very much annoyed. He would never brook
intruders, and has a violent temper when aroused. I hope you will go
away at once, and come no more."
"Then you can't let us have any supplies, I suppose?" asked Bluff,
bent on squeezing the orange dry, and not throwing the skin away as
long as there remained a single chance for extracting a drop of juice.
"I would not dare to do it, though if I had my own way--but no matter,
you must not stay here a minute longer. Even now he may have heard the
knock, and come to investigate. It is most unusual; we have not had a
visitor for years. I wish I could oblige you, but it is impossible.
Good-bye!"
With that she closed the door in the faces of the astonished, as well
as amused, campers, and Bluff burst into a series of low chuckles.
"Wow! but doesn't that beat the Dutch?" he exclaimed, as though
overpowered by the humorous aspect of the adventure. "Listen to her
pushing that monster bolt into its socket. Gee whiz! I never knew
before I looked so dangerous. I'll have to cultivate a new sort of
grin, because the one I practice now didn't have any effect on the old
lady."
"Let's move along, Bluff. There's no use in our staying here any
longer after having the door slammed in our faces," said the amazed
Frank.
Together they started slowly away from the house, glancing back
curiously over their shoulders several times, for they wished to
remember what the mysterious building looked like.
"Will must manage to get up here some time," Bluff was saying,
"because I'd just like to have him get a picture of the place as we
see it now. Then if ever we happen to hear anybody speak of old
Dennison and his hide-out we can flash that view before them."
They had almost reached the place where the loose board had afforded
them ingress to the enclosed grounds belonging to the estate when a
strange sound came stealing to their ears. Both boys instantly
stopped and listened to learn if it was repeated, but such did not
come to pass.
"What in the dickens do you suppose that was, Frank?" demanded Bluff,
turning his face, marked by a commingling of wonder and awe, on his
comrade.
"Tell me what you think first," the other replied.
"I'll be switched if I know, Frank! It just went through me like a
knife, it was so queer. If this were the middle of the night now I
might mention ghosts, because if there were such things I'd imagine
them making just about that sort of a sound."
Frank laughed at that.
"Well, since this is broad daylight," he observed, "and ghosts are
said never to walk except around twelve at night, we'll have to look
somewhere else for our explanation. Now I've known a chained dog to
make a noise like that, a sort of half bay, half growl that would give
you a start until you found out the cause."
"But we've understood they keep no dog up here," urged Bluff. "And if
they did have one wouldn't he have scented us, and started barking
long ago?"
"What you say sounds reasonable enough, Bluff," Frank admitted. "It
couldn't have been a donkey braying either, because we know how they
drag it out. Besides unless I'm mistaken the sound came straight from
the direction of the house itself."
"Sure it did," said Bluff, as they started to pass through the gap
that could be made by swinging the loose board aside. "I wonder if old
Aaron learned of our being there, and gave that yawp to show his
anger. I'm almost sorry now we didn't meet the gentleman face to
face."
"Perhaps it's just as well, from what the housekeeper said," replied
Frank, although secretly he was even more disappointed than his chum.
"Then of course you wouldn't dream of going back to look around in
hopes of finding out what that queer noise, almost like a shriek,
meant?" pursued Bluff, in a wheedling tone.
"I guess not this time," decided the other; "it's really none of our
business, you know, and our errand at the Dennison place has ended in
smoke. We'll have to settle on trying at that village we can see miles
away along the lake shore. Perhaps to-morrow you and Jerry can take
the boat and row over there."
"Oh! Barkis is willing, all right, because we just can't keep house
without our fresh eggs and butter, you know."
So it was settled. Bluff, always desiring action, was satisfied with
this half plan made for the future. In his active mind he began
immediately to picture all sorts of exciting things happening on the
contemplated cruise along the lake shore to the distant village in
search of the needed supplies.
Frank happened to come upon what looked like an old path leading
toward the lake, and decided to follow it instead of keeping down the
stream with its zigzag course. Sure enough it took them directly to
Cabin Point, although in many places the bushes had sadly overgrown
the trail, and walking was not easy.
"Still, you must notice," Frank remarked, "that some one has come
along this way every once in a while, because there are footprints,
and the twigs have been bent down."
"Mebbe one of the men employed on the Dennison place comes down for a
swim, or to look after some night line he's set here for trout,"
suggested Bluff.
On their arrival at the camp, the two boys had to give an account of
their little adventure in detail, for the benefit of those who had
stayed behind. Will in particular asked many eager questions.
"If you ever go up there again, Frank," he told the other seriously,
"I do hope I shall be along."
"And I think I can promise you that, Will," replied the other
smilingly, as if even then entertaining some thought of a second trip
to the place, though evidently he did not care to go deeper into the
subject.
Bluff soon started to talk of the trip he and Jerry were to make to
the distant village on the next day. Whenever he had a thing on his
mind Bluff was apt to chatter about it unendingly.
"We've just got to have those supplies, you understand, Jerry," he
told the other, "and since there was nothing doing up at the Dennison
ranch, why, our next job is to see if we can make that settlement we
glimpse off yonder."
"How far away do you reckon it is?" asked the interested Jerry.
"If you look in my pack, boys," Frank spoke up just then, "you'll find
a pair of small but powerful glasses. They may help you figure it out,
and may give some idea how the shore lies between Cabin Point and the
village."
Bluff went hurriedly for the glasses, and when he returned he and
Jerry amused themselves for a long time.
They decided that the village lay all of eight miles off in a straight
line, and concluded it would be a pretty long row in case they
chanced to meet contrary wind. In that case the waves would bother
them not a little.
Bluff presently proposed that they try to equip the old boat with some
sort of sail. Then should they be favored with a wind setting in the
right quarter this would save them much hard labor.
Jerry seized the idea eagerly, and before long they were hard at work
trying to rig up a makeshift mast and sail out of such material as
they could find. It was hardly likely to pass muster so far as looks
went, but both boys believed they could make it useful, given half a
chance.
That night around the table the talk was largely of the events of the
day, and what the morrow was apt to bring forth. Jerry and Bluff
entertained high hopes that they were bound to be successful in their
foraging expedition; and already counted on an abundance of supplies.