CHAPTER VIII

WHEN THE FLASHLIGHT TRAP WORKED

"Frank, I'm going to ask you to give me a little help in setting my

flashlight trap before we go to bed to-night," remarked Will, when

they were sitting in front of the fire.

The evening air was nearly always cool, even after a warm day, and it

seemed so "jolly," as Jerry called it, to have a small fire crackling

on the hearth while they sat around engaged in various tasks and in

chatting.

"Then you must have settled on a place from tracks you have found?"

inquired Frank.

"Why, yes, and pretty close to the cabin in the bargain," answered the

other, whose one hobby had become this method of securing strange

pictures of small wild animals caught while in the act of taking the

bait in their native haunts.

"What species are you after this time?" asked Frank.

"Somehow I never get an absolutely perfect snapshot of a 'coon. It

seems as if every one has some kind of a blemish; and I told myself

that while we were up here at Cabin Point that fault must be remedied

if I tried a dozen times. And judging from the tracks of this fellow I

think he must be a dandy. I only hope his barred tail shows plainly in

his picture."

"That's so," spoke up Bluff, "because his shrewd face and his striped

tail make up the main part of any raccoon."

"Why, if the job has to be done, Will, I'd just as soon go with you

now. I'll carry my little hand torch, which ought to give us all the

light needed, since you say it's close at hand."

Accordingly Will jumped up eagerly to get the necessary things,

including the stout cord which was to be used to start the trigger of

the trap into action, and set the flashlight going.

"I'm ready Frank, if you are," he soon announced; and together they

went forth on their errand, Will just as excited as any hunter could

be when creeping up on some coveted game.

Frank immediately noticed one thing, which was that his companion led

him along in the direction he and Bluff had taken when coming from the

Dennison place. Indeed when the other finally decided that they had

arrived at the spot where he had discovered the marks made by the big

raccoon in passing to and from the water's edge, Frank saw evidences

of the identical path he and Bluff had followed all the way down. He

did not give the fact another thought just then; there was no reason

for doing so, since in his mind it was merely a little coincidence.

Having had considerable experience in arranging these clever little

traps by which roving night prowlers were made to be their own

photographers, Will knew just how to go about it. He fixed his camera

in an immovable position, and focussed it in such a fashion that it

would catch any object chancing to be within a certain radius at the

second the cartridge was fired by means of the cord, pulled by the

animal at the bait.

"That seems to be as fine as silk," announced Will, after bending down

several times in order to change the camera a trifle, "and if only Mr.

'Coon comes tripping along here to-night he will get his sitting. If

you happen to find yourself waked up by a dazzling flash, Frank,

please poke me out, because I'd like to come and get my camera. It

might rain later in the night, you see, and ruin it for me."

Frank, knowing how much store his comrade set by that little black

box, readily gave the desired promise. He entered into all these

delightful schemes engineered by Will with his whole heart. Will had

always been different from Bluff and Jerry. Even on their big hunt out

in the Rocky Mountains he had never cared as much for getting prize

game as the others, his disposition being more gentle.

Later on the boys concluded it was time to go to bed, since the day

had been a busy one for all. Besides, the two who were to row the boat

sixteen miles, more or less, on the following day expected to have

their hands full.

Some time later all of them were suddenly awakened. It was Bluff who

gave the loud exclamation that aroused the others. He afterwards

explained that he chanced to be lying awake at the time when a sudden

blinding glare dazzled him, which at first he thought to be lightning,

though puzzled because no thunder accompanied the flash.

"What is it?" shrilled Jerry, bumping his head as he tried to sit up

in such great haste; for the three had opened their eyes in time to

catch a part of the fierce glare.

Will was already tumbling out of his bunk, and could be heard

chuckling to himself as he started to put on some clothes in the

darkness.

"Frank, he did it, all right, you see!" was what Will exclaimed in

tones that fairly trembled with eagerness.

"Oh! Great Jehoshaphat! all this row about a measly old 'coon sitting

for his picture!" grumbled Jerry, falling back again, and apparently

meaning to seek once more relief in slumber, if the bump on his

forehead did not hurt too much.

"Better take my hand torch along with you, Will," advised Frank, not

thinking it worth while to accompany the other.

"Thank you, I guess I will, Frank, because it's pretty dark out there.

I'll be back in a jiffy."

"Whoop it up if the cats tackle you, Will," called out Bluff, but even

if the other heard this vague intimation of peril he was too filled

with enthusiasm to pay any heed to it, for he kept straight on.

A short time afterwards Frank heard him returning. Then the light came

into the cabin, and Will set down his camera.

"The trap was sprung then, was it?" asked Frank sleepily, upon noting

this action on the other's part.

"Just what it was! and I certainly hope I got a cracking good picture

that time. Old Br'er 'Coon didn't run away with the bait, though, I

noticed. It was still there, as good as ever."

"Must have been too badly scared to think of eating," remarked Frank,

and as the torch was extinguished just then, and Will tumbled into

his bunk, no more was said.

The rest of the night passed in perfect peace. By now the boys had

grown used to hearing the squirrels or other small animals running

over the top of the cabin, and paid little attention to the sounds at

any time, night or day. So long as they did not drop down the chimney

and destroy some of the food, Frank and his chums did not mean to do

anything to disturb the merry little creatures as they played

hide-and-seek over the roof.

Another day found them all up betimes. Those who cared to do so took a

plunge in the cold waters of the lake and rubbed down afterwards,

feeling all the better for the experience. Will, however, wanted to

discover what luck he had had with his first flashlight exposure of

the season; and so he started preparations looking to the development

of that particular film, which he could easily do after breakfast was

over.

It devolved on Frank to get breakfast that morning. Bluff and Jerry,

having hit upon a better way in which to use the sail they had

fashioned with so much care on the previous afternoon, were already

busily engaged in making changes, just as though for once they were

not thinking of the eternal food question, except so far as new

supplies went.

But then Frank could fry the sliced ham as well as any one, and he

soon had the coffee, the toast, the fried potatoes, and the meat on

the table, after which he called the others.

"Take notice that this is the last of our butter, fellows," remarked

the cook as he helped each one in turn to a generous portion of what

had just been taken, piping hot, off the red coals on the hearth.

"Oh! that's all right, Frank," said Bluff carelessly, "we expect to

have plenty more here before sunset, don't we, Jerry?"

"Simply got to," replied his ally, "if we find it necessary to raid

some farmer's hen-coop, gather up the eggs, wring the necks of two

pullets, clean out his dairy, and leave the ready cash on the

windowsill to settle the bill."

"We're glad to hear you talk that way," laughed Will. "For one I'm

going to make up my mouth for fried eggs to-night, unless it's chicken

on the half shell."

"No danger of that up here in the country; all the eggs are guaranteed

fresh by the farmer tribe, you know," asserted Bluff.

"That guarantee doesn't always go with me," Jerry observed. "It's

generally the smart farmer who finds a hen trying to sit under the

barn floor, and gathers up the seventeen eggs to ship with what he has

in stock. They're as bad as the next one when it comes to deceiving

the poor public."

"You'll just have to excuse me now, because I've had all I want; and

to tell you the truth I'm just wild to see what my Br'er 'Coon looks

like. If he doesn't show up, tail and all, I'll have to try for him

again, that's all."

With that remark Will hurried off, just as Frank expected he would,

for he had noticed how the other hastened with his breakfast. Bluff

and Jerry took longer, because both of them realized they might be

hours on the journey. The village was possibly further away than they

thought; and it was just as well that they "laid in a good foundation

to start with," as Jerry sensibly observed.

"Make the start whenever you get ready, fellows," remarked Frank.

"I'll look after the dishes, and the bunks too, when the blankets are

aired. It seems as if you might have a smooth sea to begin with."

"Yes, but you see we've been banking on some wind from the right

quarter," observed Bluff, "in order to make good use of our sail. I'm

fond of lying back at my ease in a boat, and letting the breeze do

all the work. There's nothing like it, eh, Jerry?"

"Oh, well, if you notice the way the clouds are moving slowly, and

then watch the tiny ripple on the bay, you'll reckon that when the

wind does come up it's going to favor us. We may even get too much of

a good thing before we're done."

"Remember, fellows," Frank cautioned them, "that old boat isn't to be

wholly depended on. I calked the seams the best way I could, but the

wood's a bit rotten, and there's always danger that the oakum may work

loose. Then the water would come in through the open seams in

bucketfuls. So my advice to you is, keep fairly close to the shore all

the time, even when cutting off coves."

"That is, you mean keep within swimming distance," added Jerry, "which

we'll be sure to do, Frank, make your mind easy. A fellow that's fated

to be hanged doesn't want to go and cheat things by being just simply

drowned, you know."

"Hello! there's Will broken loose!" exclaimed Bluff.

"Just hear him whoop it up, will you?" added Jerry. "And here he comes

on the run right now. He's holding a film he's developed, and from

the look on his face I'd say he must have gotten a corker that shot."

Indeed Frank could see that the approaching boy was very much excited;

and it was also evident that what he was carrying so carefully before

him had everything to do with his condition.

"Frank, here's something that will make you sit up and take notice!"

he was calling out. "I started to take the picture of a boss 'coon,

and see what I got, will you?"

Will held the still wet film up so they could have it between them and

the light. All of the boys were accustomed to looking at negatives,

and figuring out the high lights and the shadows in their proper

proportion.

What they saw there plainly and clearly delineated on the film gave

them such a sense of surprise that for several seconds none of them

uttered a single word.

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