JERRY'S SHOT.
Jerry realized that he and his friends were in great peril. What the
savage beast outside was he could not tell, but it looked large and
powerful in the gloom beyond the camp fire.
There was no time to lose if anything was to be done.
Luckily, before lying down, the young oarsman had loaded his gun and hung
it up on the front pole of the tent, within easy reach.
Sitting up, he now took the weapon and pulled back the trigger.
The click reached the ears of the animal outside, and once again it let
out that peculiar sound, neither grunt nor growl.
Then Jerry put the gun to his shoulder, and, taking aim at one of the
shining eyes, fired.
Bang!
The report of the firearm caused Harry and Blumpo to spring up in wild
alarm.
"What's the matter?"
"Heaben sabe us!" moaned Blumpo.
"A wild animal outside," cried Jerry. "Get your gun, quick!"
Harry leaped for his weapon.
"What is it?"
"I can't make out."
Reloading as rapidly as he could, our hero dashed into the open. A howl of
pain told he had hit his mark. The beast had turned and was crashing
through the brush close to the rocks.
"Let us find out what it was!" cried Harry.
"Doan go!" moaned Blumpo. "You will git chewed up!"
And then he dove back into the tent for his "hoss" pistol and his rusty
spear.
Catching up a blazing brand, Jerry threw it into the brush. By the light
they saw the creature crouching on a rock.
Bang! bang!
The two guns spoke simultaneously. Harry hit the beast in the shoulder.
Jerry's shot was more effective for it struck in the neck, and with a
snarl the creature leaped into the air and fell--dead.
"You've settled him!" cried Harry. "Come on and inspect him."
"Wait and load your gun first," cautioned our hero. "He may have some
fight in him still."
The weapons were put in order, and then, with firebrands to light the way,
they moved forward to inspect their victim.
It was a large and heavy boar.
"A wild hog!" shouted Jerry. "My, what a big fellow he is!"
"I thought it was a bear," said Harry. He was somewhat disappointed.
"He was savage enough, at all events," replied Jerry. "These wild hogs put
up a terrible fight, father says."
"Oh, I know that. Wasn't Dick Harben's uncle killed by one? Well, he's
dead enough and we have meat to last a month."
"Pretty strong eating," smiled Jerry.
They called Blumpo. The homeless youth was delighted over the dead
animal.
"'Ham's de best ob meat,'" he sang. "I'll soon fix him up, see if I
don't."
The boys were glad that it was getting toward morning, for the excitement
had taken all the sleep out of them. They replenished the fire, and sat
around waiting for daybreak.
As soon as the sun rose, Blumpo prepared breakfast, while Jerry and Harry
took a plunge into the lake. It was great sport, and they remained in the
water until Blumpo called them.
That day the boys tramped nearly two miles around the island. They took
their guns with them and came back with their game bags full of birds.
Returning, they were thoroughly tired out, but nevertheless resolved to
set a watch.
"Four hours each," said Harry, and this was agreed to.
But nothing happened to disturb them, and on the following night the watch
was abandoned.
The boys put in nearly a week in hunting, fishing, swimming, and lying
around, and they enjoyed every minute of the time.
Nothing had been seen or heard of the hermit who was supposed to inhabit
the island, and they began to think that no such person existed.
Neither had they heard anything more of Si Peters and his crowd, and they
fancied they were safe from molestation.
Sunday passed quietly, and on Monday morning Jerry proposed they take
along a game bag full of provisions and climb to the top of the rocky hill
in the centre of the island.
"We must go to the very top before we leave," he said.
The game bag was filled with eatables, and cups, plates, etc., and then
they tied up the tent flaps and drew the boat still higher up out of the
water.
The first quarter of a mile of the journey was easy enough, but after that
they struck the rocks, and climbing became more and more difficult with
every step.
"Phew! but dis am work!" puffed Blumpo. "Dis boy's most tucked out!"
"We'll take a good long rest at noon, Blumpo," said Harry.
Up and up they went until Jerry, who was in advance, came to a sudden
halt. A deep split in the rocks barred his further progress.
"Will we have to go back?" asked Harry, anxiously.
"It looks like it."
"Can't we leap over?"
"We might try. I can, if you are willing to follow."
"I kin jump dat easy enough," put in Blumpo.
Jerry stepped back, and running a few feet, made the leap in safety. Harry
followed, and then both boys waited for Blumpo Brown to join them.
The homeless youth measured the distance with his eye and came on like a
steam engine.
But just before he reached the edge of the split he slipped and went
headlong. Unable to stop himself, he crashed down into the opening head
first.
In going over the rocks he twisted himself partly around.
With one hand he caught hold of a frail bush growing among the rocks.
His left foot caught in a crevice, and there he hung, unable to help
himself, and with death staring him in the face!