THE VICTIM OF THE BEAR TRAP
By this time the other boy had discovered their presence. He waved his
hand, and begged them not to desert him, as he would soon freeze to
death.
Frank had made up his mind no trap had been set for them, but that the
agony of the poor fellow was genuine. Accordingly, he started on a
run, with Jerry close at his heels.
Without waiting to ask questions, Frank set to work to release the
imprisoned boy. While Teddy had been unable to get around to press
down heavily enough on the double springs of the bear trap, it was not
a difficult job for Frank to do, assisted by Jerry.
At first they almost dreaded to look closely at the leg of the
released boy as he sat there in a heap, tenderly caressing it. When
Frank did come to examine it, he was pleased to see that, after all,
the damage was not so alarming.
“Luckily those springs have weakened with age; and then again the
thick leather leggings you’re wearing have helped to save you some,”
he told Teddy.
The leg had been lacerated more or less, and must have been
exceedingly painful. Teddy was miles away from camp. He did not have a
gun, and Frank began to wonder what could have brought him there.
Apparently he must have been in the old bear trap for an hour or two.
“How did it happen, Teddy?” he asked, for information.
“I dunno just how I came to tread in that old trap,” the other
replied, stopping his whimpering for a minute. “I was just walking
along, and thinkin’ I’d soon get to Old Joe’s, when all at once it
grabbed me. I thought at first I was killed. Then when I tried to get
at the springs, and it seemed like my leg was beginnin’ to freeze, it
scared me right bad. That’s why I hollered. I thought Joe might hear
me.”
“Who’s Old Joe?” continued Frank.
“Why, you see, he’s a man that’s runnin’ a fur farm over this way,”
Teddy explained. “He raises skunks for their skins. He was taken with
me when he dropped in at our camp, and told me he wisht I’d come over
and stay the winter out with him.”
“And were you on your way to his place when this happened?” asked
Jerry.
The injured boy nodded his head in the affirmative. Frank was now down
on his knees and starting to remove the legging. He meant to take a
look at the wound, both to ascertain how serious it was, and perhaps
do what he could to alleviate the suffering of the other.
“Did your uncle send you over to Old Joe’s?” he asked Teddy.
“Bill Nackerson isn’t really my uncle, you know, only a relation of
some kind; and I’m right sorry now I ever asked him to take me on a
hunting trip. I’ve led a dog’s life of it. After he knocked me down
after supper last night I just couldn’t stand it any longer.”
“Then you ran away; is that what you mean?” inquired Jerry, deeply
interested by this time and noting a bruise under Teddy’s eye.
“Just what I did,” muttered the boy. “After what I heard Bill
Nackerson saying, I got the notion in my head that I wanted to cut out
of there. Even a skunk farm couldn’t be _quite_ so bad as he made
it for me; anyhow, I was willin’ to take the chances. But that trap
nearly finished me. What if you hadn’t heard me yelling?”
“You’d have had a hard spell of it, that’s sure,” Frank admitted. As
it was below the freezing point at the time, he fancied poor Teddy
might not have lived to see another day.
After he had examined the wound and managed to bind it up, he began to
figure on what could be done. Plainly the deer hunt must be given up
for that day. It seemed to be ill-fated, seeing that so many
postponements were necessary.
Still, there was always a chance that on the way home they would pick
up some partridges, which would have to do.
“Do you have any notion how far away this Old Joe’s place might be?”
Frank asked Teddy, thinking that their best plan would be to get the
boy there if it could be managed.
“I got an idea it was close by here,” replied Teddy. “He told me after
I struck the little ravine on the trail it wasn’t more’n a quarter of
a mile off.”
“If you think you can walk a little, with us helping you,” Frank
continued, “we might go on and see if we can find the place.”
Jerry was sniffing the air at a lively rate.
“Yes, she’s close by, I give you my word for that,” he announced, as
though he believed he was on the right scent.
Teddy seemed anxious to do all he could to help. He was desperately
afraid the other boys might conclude to leave him, and as he was next
to helpless the prospect alarmed him.
So they moved slowly along. Now and then the boy groaned a little.
This was at such times as he happened to give his leg a wrench.
“I hope you’ll stand by me in case he ain’t home,” he ventured. “Joe,
he told me he might shut up shop here and go to town for a month, so’s
to be treated by a doctor for a trouble he’s got. I’m takin’ big
chances in comin’ over without letting him know anything about it.”
“Well, we’re nearly there now,” observed Frank.
“There’s a wire fence!” exclaimed the injured boy. “See how tight it’s
made, to keep the skunks from gettin’ away.”
“And I can see some sort of cabin farther on,” Frank announced.
As they drew nearer it struck them that everything looked deserted.
Teddy was the first to voice his dismay.
“I don’t see a whiff of smoke comin’ from the chimbly,” he remarked.
“I’m afraid he’s cleared out to town. Whatever will I do now? I just
can’t stay here; and, as to gettin’ back to Bill’s place, I’d die on
the way.”
They soon saw that the cabin was deserted. No doubt the raiser of
skunks had made such arrangements as were possible, so that his pets
might exist while he was away.
Frank knew there was only one thing that could be done: the wounded
boy must be taken to their camp and looked after, for a short time at
least. Later on, if he found he could walk fairly well, he might go
back to the other cabin in which the rival hunters were quartered.
“Let’s see if we can find an old ax around,” Frank said.
“What are you meaning to do—break in the locked door?” Jerry
inquired.
Teddy looked anxious, and full of curiosity besides.
“There’d be no use in doing that, because Teddy couldn’t stop here all
by himself,” Frank explained.
“What do we want an ax for, then?” continued Jerry.
“It’s this way,” he was told: “we’ll have to get him back with us,
because he can’t be left here. And as he can’t walk all the way, the
thing for us to do is to knock some kind of a litter together and
carry him between us.”
Jerry was immediately interested.
“Guess we can do that, all right, Frank,” he exclaimed; “and there’s
your ax over by the chopping block. It’s a tough-looking thing, but
might answer in an emergency like this.”
“You must never look a gift-horse in the mouth; it isn’t right,” Frank
told him, as he laid hold of the nicked ax and looked around for some
poles of the proper type.
“There’s where a tree was cut down some years ago,” Jerry told Frank.
“See what a nest of young growth has started up around the stump!
They’d make great hop poles, wouldn’t they? And I don’t see why we
shouldn’t get all we want for our stretcher right here.”
“We certainly can,” replied Frank, beginning to swing the apology for
an ax.
He soon began to fell the straight saplings by twos and threes. There
would be no trouble about obtaining as many as they needed, it soon
became apparent.
When a stack had been trimmed off, the two boys started to work making
a rude litter. All they had to fasten the poles together with
consisted of their stout bandannas and some cord Jerry chanced to find
in his coat pocket.
As both lads were of an ingenious turn of mind, they managed to rig up
a litter that looked pretty comfortable. Over the bars they spread a
thick coat of hemlock, tearing off small branches so that the fragrant
foliage might not be lost.
“And let me tell you,” remarked Jerry, when their work was finished,
“I wouldn’t mind being carried on such an elegant litter, myself. Talk
to me about Oriental palanquins and Jap jinrickshas; this has got the
whole bunch beat, if I do say it as oughtn’t. Teddy, climb on, and
let’s see how she goes.”
Teddy was only too willing to do so. He gave each of the boys a
grateful look that spoke louder than the words he used to express his
thanks.
“Shucks, don’t mention it!” said Jerry, with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Why, we wouldn’t deserve to be called hunters if we did anything
less. When people go to the woods they ought to be willing to hold out
a helping hand to anybody that’s in trouble, even if it’s their worst
enemy. If we ran on Bill, fixed the same way, we’d stand by him;
wouldn’t we, Frank?”
“We’d feel that we had to,” was the reply.
It was with a feeling of chagrin that Jerry found himself heading for
home and walking at one end of the litter. He managed to keep his gun
handy, and the first time Frank spoke of seeing partridges close by
the burden was hastily deposited on the ground, and, rifles in hand,
the young hunters crept toward the spot.
In this foray they succeeded in dropping two birds, and that comforted
Jerry a little. Later on the operation was repeated; and as several
more partridges, instead of taking themselves off, insisted on
perching in another tree, a third brace fell to the aim of the
marksmen.
“My mind is easy now!” declared Jerry, when they had deposited this
assortment of game upon the stretcher alongside the wounded boy. “No
starvation staring us in the face yet awhile. I am chuckling to think
how the other fellows will stare when they see what we’re bringing in
with us.”
“You’re mighty good to me,” muttered Teddy, “and I’m a lucky feller to
have run on you like I did. I got a good mind to tell something—mebbe
I will yet.”
Whatever he had on his mind, Frank could guess that it was weighing
heavily. He supposed, of course, that it had to do with Bill
Nackerson. Perhaps Teddy had heard something while in the rival camp
that concerned some evil work the ugly sportsman had been concerned
in.
After taking a number of rests on the way, as the afternoon wore on
they drew near their home camp. Jerry sent out a shout to warn Will
and Bluff that they were coming. He wanted to make sure that both were
outdoors on the watch; so that they might be mystified by seeing the
hunters coming back in such a queer fashion.
Just as Jerry had anticipated, there was a loud shout of wonder.
“Why, whatever have you got?” Will exclaimed, rubbing his eyes.
“Is _that_ the way you fellows fetch a deer home?” demanded
Bluff; and then gaped anew when he discovered a head raised above the
side of the litter.