TRUSTING TO THE WOODS' PILOT.
It was by this time getting about as exciting as anything Thad had ever
dreamed of. The noise made by the sweeping flames began to din in his
ears as he had never expected to hear the roar of fire.
Still, he noticed that Jim had not changed his course much. Plainly
then, he was heading for the cabin of Cale Martin, and had not yet given
up hopes of being able to make it.
Only for the intense desire of the guide to please his Lina, doubtless
he would ere now have changed his flight, and headed for that pond,
where they could be certain of finding security. Thad only hoped Jim
would not be tempted to take too many chances, in his endeavor to
accomplish the reconciliation.
So the boy began to strain his eyes, looking ahead, hoping that any
minute they would sight the lonely home of the late poacher, who had
turned fox farmer.
The fire could now be seen more plainly than ever, and Thad noted how
the wind seemed to carry all manner of whirling sparks far ahead, to set
the dead pine needles ablaze in turn; so that there was an ever marching
procession, as fresh patches of woods fell into the grip of the flames.
Something went squealing past them, almost upsetting Thad.
"Good gracious, wasn't that a pig?" he exclaimed, startled by the sight.
Jim nodded his head, as he replied:
"Cale's pig. Let's 'em hev ther run o' ther woods sumtimes. But he'll
never see that porker agin. It'll sure be roasted ter a turn, I guess
naow."
"What next, I wonder?" thought Thad, as he heard, rather than saw,
several frightened partridges go sweeping past.
All these things served to add a certain element of spice to the
situation, although Thad really believed it hardly needed anything to
make it seem the most exciting in all his experience.
Well, at any rate, Jim had certainly thought it wise to increase his
speed now, so that he was running fairly fast, considering the
difficulties that lay in the way of making good time.
When Thad came upon a broken-down rail fence, he knew they must be close
in the neighborhood of the cabin; and at the same time he thought that
it was well this was the case, because contact with the fire could not
long have been delayed.
A minute later, and he sighted the side of the cabin. As Jim had said,
it stood in comparatively open ground; but the brush had grown up again,
owing to lack of care when the owner lost interest in the home that no
longer knew the presence of Little Lina.
A couple of low sheds could also be seen near by; but even to Thad's
uneducated eye it was plainly apparent that if the fire worked this way,
everything was bound to go. Cale Martin may have escaped by reason of
his energy before, on other occasions, but this would wind his place up.
There was no sign of any human being around. Jim seemed to look to the
right and to the left with more or less eagerness. Plainly he was
disappointed because he did not see the giant poacher somewhere. He
hurried over to one of the low sheds, and as Thad followed close after
him, he saw that there was an enclosure made of chicken wire, in which
several red foxes were running furiously back and forth, as though
conscious of their peril, and wild to get out and escape.
"He cain't be here!" Jim called out, for the fire was really so noisy
now that it required more or less of an effort to make one's self heard.
"Why not?" asked Thad.
"'Cause he'd never let them foxes stay in thar. Cale, he's human, ef he
used ter be a hard case; an' knowin' ther fire'd like as not git 'em if
they stayed cooped up, he'd sure broke the wire fence daown so's ter let
'em run."
Saying which Jim deliberately did this himself, tearing up a stake, and
in almost the twinkling of an eye making a big hole, through which the
four red foxes shot like lightning. The last seen of them, the shrewd
little animals were flying away into the woods that as yet had not felt
the scorching breath of the fire.
"Will they escape, Jim?" asked Thad, unable to repress his desire for
knowledge, even while facing such a scene of havoc as this.
"Sure they will," grunted the guide, who was already turning hastily in
the direction of the cabin.
The thought struck Thad just then that perhaps something had happened to
the big owner of the place. He might be found there, sick, and unable to
move hand or foot. In that case a new problem would have to be faced,
and a solution worked out.
But no matter what happened, they could not remain here long. The fire
was edging around, and working in toward Cale's cabin. In ten minutes,
perhaps not so long a time as that, it would have swept over this
territory, and gone roaring and leaping into the woods beyond.
Now they were at the door of the cabin. It was shut, and there was no
evidence that Cale was within. Jim did not hesitate a second. He knew
this was a time for action rather than thinking; and so he immediately
started to push open the door.
Fortunately this did not seem to be fastened in any way, so the guide
had no trouble to speak of in doing what he desired.
Then Jim rushed inside, and Thad followed closely after him.
One glance around seemed to tell them that the cabin was empty. It was a
cheerless looking place, according to the mind of the boy, accustomed as
he was to the comforts of a good home in a civilized community. But no
doubt it had been "home" to Cale Martin, up to the time the light of it
was taken away by young Jim Hasty.
The guide pointed to a small photograph that was fastened to the wall.
It was not a work of art by any means, and evidently represented the
labor of some aspiring village photographer; but as Thad bent hastily
over to examine it, in a couple of seconds, he saw that it was the face
of a very sweet looking girl.
And he did not need to be told that he was looking on the face of Little
Lina, Jim's wife, and the only child of the lonely poacher, Old Cale
Martin.
"He isn't here, Jim. What will we do now? Do you have any idea where
he's gone?" the boy demanded, in his excitement clutching at the sleeve
of the guide's coat.
"I kin give a guess, 'baout it," replied Jim. "Seems like he keeps a
litter o' foxes sumwhar off in ther woods; an' chances air the ole man,
he's risked his life tew git out thar, an' set 'em free so's they cud
'scape. 'Twud be jest like him tew dew thet same thing."
"Hark! I thought I heard a shout!" exclaimed Thad.
Both of them listened anxiously; Jim even hurrying toward the open door;
but before he could reach it, a huge form darkened the opening, and a
man came staggering in.
Thad knew that he was looking upon Cale Martin, long feared by every man
in the pine woods of Northern Maine. But to tell the truth he did not
look very formidable now; for his beard was singed, his face blackened,
and his clothes smouldering in patches, as though he might have been
compelled to run the gauntlet of fire in returning from his self-imposed
errand of mercy in connection with the impounded fox whelps.
He stared hard at them as though he could not just believe his senses.
Thad saw he was very nearly overcome with the smoke that had entered his
lungs, as well as the burns he must have received. And just then the boy
realized something of the real horror of a terrible forest fire. At a
distance it might seem a glorious spectacle; but close at hand its
dreadful nature was revealed.
Jim knew that this was neither the time nor place to waste a second in
trying to enter into explanations. Those could all keep until a more
convenient season. Cale Martin was all but played out. He swayed as he
stood there, and Thad could see that the wonderful strength that had
many years before made him the marvel of the lumbering camps, as Jim had
told him, was very nearly utterly exhausted.
And yet so great a hold had his dislike for Jim Hasty taken upon his
nature, that at sight of the man in his home he frowned blackly.
"We gotter mosey outen this right smart, Cale," said Jim, boldly. "Keep
ther talkin' till we is safe from ther fire. Plenty o' time then tew
tell me what yew wants tew say. I kim hyar tew see yew 'cause Lina, she
made me. Naow, let's be headin' fur ther pond, 'less we wants tew be
roasted an' stewed an' b'iled."
The giant did not seem inclined to make the first move to save himself;
and it burst upon Thad's mind that he was really in some sort of a daze.
Perhaps the heat of the fire had affected his head, and he could not
gather his wits. He may have headed straight back to the cabin, through
the border of the fire, simply because of that intuition which will
carry a man, walking in his sleep, past dangers and difficulties.
Jim must have guessed something of the same thing. That would account
for his daring to leap forward, and catch hold of Cale's sleeve, though
he had to beat out a small conflagration at the same time.
"Help me get him away!"
Jim did not say this, but his look did, as he turned toward Thad; and
the boy instantly sprang forward to take hold of Cale's other arm. The
giant, strangely enough, did not seem to offer any objection. Perhaps he
realized that he was in a bad way, and that if left to his own devices
must surely perish there. And life may even have been sweet enough to
accept it at the hands of the man whom he believed had so terribly
wronged him in stealing away his girl.
The instant they stepped out of the cabin Thad was appalled at the
change that had taken place. Surely they could not have been inside for
more than three minutes at the most; and yet so rapidly had the smoke
and fire headed in toward the cabin of Old Cale that it was a fearful
spectacle which burst upon their vision now.
The crackling of the flames, the crash of falling trees, the howl of the
wind,--all these made a combination that was deafening. Added to it was
the fierce glow of the fire itself, rising and falling as new patches of
woods fell into its never satisfied maw.
Thad began to wonder how it would all end, and whether that wish of his
to look on a real forest fire was not going to end in a tragedy. But he
shut his teeth hard together, and determined to play his part, as a true
scout should.
Jim was still there, and Jim would know what to do. The fire warden of
the past had learned many ways of outwitting the red-tongued enemy; and
there was hope of escape so long as he could remain on deck.
And so Thad drew in a long breath, half choked as he was, and waited to
see what course the woods' pilot would take.