UNWELCOME GUESTS
After Steve had been gone for some little time those who had been left
in the camp under the forest trees prepared to spend the night as best
the conditions allowed.
Fortunately there were enough of the blankets and covers to go around,
so that each one would have some protection against the chill of the
night. Max had been wise enough to look out for this when skirmishing
around in that abandoned cabin belonging to Mrs. Jacobus.
"Will we have to keep any sort of watch, d'ye think, Max?" Bandy-legs
asked, after the girls had crawled beneath the rustic shelter, and amid
more or less laughter made themselves fairly comfortable.
Max smiled.
"Yes, but that doesn't necessarily mean any of us will have to stay
awake," he went on to say, which remark caused the other to look
puzzled until he saw Max nod his head over toward the spot where the
ferocious bulldog calmly reposed, with his square head lying between
his two forepaws.
"Oh! I see now what you mean," Bandy-legs announced; "and that's where
your head was level, Max, though for that matter it always is. Sure
he'll be the best sentinel agoing. But then there isn't one chance in
a thousand we'll be bothered with visitors, unless of the hungry dog
kind."
"That's so," agreed Max, "but you never can tell; and while the roads
are all more or less flooded, and even the railroad blocked, tramps are
apt to bob up in places where they've never been known before. We'll
be keeping our fire going all night, you know, and that would be a
signal to any one passing."
The four boys fixed themselves so that they really surrounded the
shelter; constructed of boards and branches, in which the girls were
snugly settled down. Max had told Mazie they meant to do this, for he
felt that the fact would add more or less to the peace of mind of those
whom they were protecting.
"Better get settled, you fellows," Max told the others, "and after that
I'll attend to the fire so it'll keep burning a long time. Shack,
what's that rag around your finger for? I hope now you didn't get
bitten by one of the dogs when we had our row, because that might turn
out to be a bad job."
"Oh! shucks, that ain't nawthin' much," Shack replied, with scorn; "I
on'y knocked me fin against a tree when I was smackin' that setter a
whack. He ducked too quick for me, yuh see, an' I lost him, worse
luck; but second time I gives him a poke that made him howl like fits."
It apparently pleased Shack considerably to have Max notice that he had
his finger bound up in part of a much soiled handkerchief. And by now
even Bandy-legs seemed to have accepted the other as a companion in
arms, whom the fortunes of war had thrown into their society.
Max took a look around before finally lying down. He saw that clouds
still obscured the sky, but at least it was not raining, and there
seemed a fair chance that the anticipated renewal of the storm would
not materialize.
There must have been thousands of anxious eyes besides those of Max
Hastings surveying that overcast sky on this particular night, because
so much depended on whether the sun shone on the morrow, or another
dripping day were ushered in, to add to the floods, and increase the
discomfort and money loss.
He knew that the girls must all be dreadfully worried because messages
could not be sent to their respective homes, so as to notify their
loved ones of their safety; but it could not be helped. When morning
came they would do everything in their power to get in touch with
civilization, and if the wires were in working order perhaps they might
be able to let their people know how wonderfully they had come out of
the turmoil and peril.
When Max told the others there was always a possibility that the light
of their fire would draw attention to the camp, he hardly dreamed how
true his words would prove; yet such was the case.
He had managed to get to sleep himself, having found a fairly
comfortable position where he could lie wrapped in his blanket, when
the growling of the tied bulldog aroused him. As he sat up he saw that
Bose was on his bowed feet, and continuing to growl savagely.
"Keep quiet there, you ugly sinner!" grumbled a voice close to Max, and
which he recognized as belonging to Bandy-legs; "ain't you meanin' to
let a feller have any sleep at all to-night? Whatever do you want to
growl that way? Wait till breakfast time and you'll get another feed."
"There's somebody coming!" said Max, quietly, "and the dog has sensed
them."
"Gee whiz! then he's an all right sentry after all, ain't he?"
exclaimed Bandy-legs, immediately sitting up.
Toby had also been aroused, as was also Shack; and the four boys gained
their feet at almost the same time.
"Wonder who it is?" Bandy-legs was speculating, even as he leaned over
so as to pick up his war club.
"B-b-bet you it's Steve c-c-coming back!" ventured Toby, and he voiced
what was in the mind of Max just then.
"There's two on 'em!" declared Shack Beggs joining in with the talk;
"yuh c'n see 'em over there aheadin' this way!"
Max was glad that he had not thought to return the little weapon
entrusted to his care by Mrs. Jacobus. He allowed his hand to pass
back to the rear pocket in which it reposed, and the very feel of the
steel seemed to give him a sense of security.
All of them could easily see the advancing figures now. The closer
they came to the circle of firelight the stronger did the convictions
of Max become that the campers were in for another unpleasant
experience.
First it had been half-starved dogs hunting in a pack, having gone back
to the primeval habits of their wolfish ancestors; and now it looked as
though they were about to suffer from an invasion of tramps.
The two men who came boldly forward certainly had a hobo look. Their
clothes were tattered and torn, as though they might only be fit for
scarecrows in the newly planted corn field; while their faces were
unkempt with beards of a week's growth; which helped to make them look
uglier than might otherwise have been the case.
"Whew! they look hungry enough to eat us out of house and home,"
Bandy-legs was muttering, as he saw the pair pushing forward; and
seemingly sniffing the air after the manner of those who have not
broken their fast for many hours.
If Max could feel sorry for a dog that needed food he certainly would
not think of allowing human beings to go without refreshments as long
as they had enough and to spare. So that already his mind was made up
not to refuse should the tramps put in a pitiful plea for assistance.
Of course their coming would make it necessary for the boys to give up
thoughts of finding any further rest; because it would hardly be wise
to allow the camp to remain unguarded with such tough looking customers
around.
The men were scrutinizing the campers closely as they came up. Max saw
one of them turn to the other and say something; just what it was he
did not know; but he rather fancied it might have been along the order
of calling his attention to the fact that they had only "kids" to deal
with.
"Hello! boys!" the foremost of the men called out as he strode into the
circle of light; "seen your fire when we was makin' our way through
these here old woods, and allowed that p'raps we might get a bite to
eat if we came over. Hain't had nawthin' since mornin', and we're nigh
famished, that's straight goods; ain't it, Bill?"
"I'm that near gone I could chaw on a dog biscuit and like it!"
grumbled the shorter man.
"This flood's knocked honest laborers out of their jobs right along,
boys," the taller hobo continued, unable to repress a slight grin as he
spoke, for he must have been pretty positive that he had not deceived
the young fellows by such an absurd suggestion; "and we're trying to
git acrost country so's to find work in another quarry. If now youse
could only let us have a snack it'd be doin' a real kindness, and we'd
thank you straight; wouldn't we, Bill?"
"Sure thing, Pepper, we would; got to have somethin', or we'll cave in;
and like enough you wouldn't want our spooks to come back and ha'nt ye
allers, kids. So here's hopin' ye'll give us a hand-out without more
parleyin'."
Max did not fancy the manner of the two men. It smacked of a demand
rather than a request for assistance; as though they would not take no
for an answer, but might be expected to make trouble if refused.
While something within him rebelled against being compelled to accede,
at the same time Max was ready to make allowances. He fancied that
when men were really very hungry they might be excused for showing an
irritable disposition. On that account then he repressed his desire to
speak sharply.
"You've struck a party of flood sufferers, and we're not overly well
supplied with grub," Max went on to say; "but I guess we can spare you
something to keep the wolf from the door. Just sit down there, and
we'll cook you a little supper, though you might call it breakfast,
because it must be long after midnight."
The men exchanged low words, and then sat down. Max noticed that they
seemed to choose their places as with some motive in view, and he did
not like it at all. He even saw them glance toward the shelter shack,
as if wondering what might be inside, for the girls were awake, and low
whispering could be heard within.
The food had been taken from the shack and hung from the limb of a
tree, where it would be safe from any prowling animal; so that Max did
not have to disturb the inmates of the rude shelter when he wished to
cut some more of the ham, and get the coffee in the pot.
It was a strange experience, this cooking a supper at such an hour of
the night for a pair of ugly-looking trampish customers; but Max was so
thankful over the wonderful run of good luck that had followed himself
and chums that he felt willing to put himself to considerable trouble
in order to assist any other sufferer. In times like that it was
really a duty they owed to the community to stretch out a helping hand
to every one who professed to be in need.
Bandy-legs, Toby and Shack Beggs wanted to assist as best they could,
but probably their main object was to keep moving, and in this way find
chances for the exchange of a few sentences half under their breath,
when it happened that their heads came close together.
"Look like tough nuts to me!" Bandy-legs told Max the first opportunity
he had, as he poked the fire and induced it to burn more brightly.
"That's right," replied Max, in the same cautious manner; "so keep your
eyes about you all the while; and be ready to swing your club if it
turns out to be necessary."
"Bet you I will, Max!" muttered the other; "I wonder now if they've got
any gun between 'em? Gosh! if we ain't meetin' up with a trail of
happenings these days and nights! I say, Max?"
"What is it, Bandy-legs?"
"Hope now you ain't never give that jolly little automatic back to the
lady?" continued Bandy-legs, eagerly.
"I've still got it handy, make your mind easy on that score," was what
the other told him, and Bandy-legs evidently breathed considerably
easier on that account.
"Keep shy of 'em when you go to hand over the grub, Max; 'cause I
wouldn't put it past that crowd to try and grab you. They just
understand that you're the boss of this camp, and if they could only
get their hands on you it'd be easy to make the rest of us kowtow to
'em."
"You've got a knife in your pocket, haven't you?" asked Max, as he
leaned over to give the fryingpan another little shove, as though
wishing to hurry matters along, because the two intruders were hungrily
watching the preparation of the midnight meal, and looking as though
they could hardly wait for the call.
"Yes, I always carry one, you know, Max."
"Pretty good edge, has it?" pursued the other.
"Sharp as a razor, right now," was Bandy-legs' assurance.
"All right, then," Max told him; "keep staying close to where the dog's
tied, and if you hear me shout out to you, draw your knife blade across
the rope when he's drawn it taut. I've got an idea he'll look on all
of us as friends, and make for one of the men like a flash!"
"Fine! I'll do it, see if I don't!"
"Well, get away now, and take up your station," cautioned Max. "Keep
watching how they act, but don't give it away that you're looking too
close. That's all!"
Upon that Bandy-legs moved off. Presently he had passed over to where
Bose was tied to the tree. The bulldog had ceased to strain at his
leash. He lay again with his massive square head resting on his
forepaws, a favorite attitude with him; and his bulging eyes seemed to
be fixed on the two newcomers. Evidently he did not trust the ragged
tramps, but as his protectors seemed to be granting them the privileges
of the camp, far be it from him to interfere; all the same he was going
to watch them closely.
Max was becoming more and more disturbed. From the manner of the men
he felt positive that they would refuse to quietly quit the camp after
they had been duly fed. That would mean they must be told to go away,
and such an order coming from mere boys would be apt to arouse their
evil natures so that trouble must ensue.
While he was finishing the cooking of the ham, with the coffee boiling
merrily near by on a stone that lay close to the fire, Shack came up
with some more fuel. As there was really no need for additional wood
Max understood that the other wished to get close enough to him to say
something; so he managed things in a way calculated to bring this about.
Sure enough Shack quickly lowered his head as he pushed a stick into
the fire, and Max heard his whisper, which naturally gave him something
of a thrill.
"Jailbirds, I sure reckons they be!" was what Shack said.
"What makes you think so?" asked Max.
"Both got on ole cloes took from scarecrows in the medders; and then if
yuh looks right sharp at the left wrist o' ther short coon yuh kin see
he's awearin' a steel bracelet. Been handcuffed tuh a sheriff, likely,
an' broke away. They'll like as not try tuh run the camp arter they
gits filled up. Yuh wanter keep shy o' lettin' 'em git hold o' yuh,
Max. They'll be a reg'lar mixup hereabouts if they tries that same on."
And this information from Shack, who must know what he was talking
about, was enough to make Max draw his breath uneasily.