TEDDY GIVES AN EXHIBITION
"There is one sure thing," Clay said, as the boys listened, "and that
is that we have got to watch the _Rambler_ to-night. I propose that we
take down the hammocks and go back to our bunks."
"It's a shame to sleep in that little cabin," Alex protested, "when
we've got the whole wide world to snore in. Suppose you boys remain
here on shore, and let me stand guard on the boat."
"That will be nice!" Jule laughed. "Alex always gets his soundest
sleep when he's on guard."
"Don't you worry about me," Alex said, "I'll keep awake, all right.
Besides, I want to hear the owls talk."
"I think we would better all go back to the _Rambler_," Clay advised.
"We can anchor her farther out in the stream, leave one on guard, and
so pass a quiet night. It looks risky to leave the boat where she is."
"Perhaps that's what we ought to do," Alex agreed, giving Jule a nudge
in the ribs with his elbow. "Who's going to stand watch?"
"I will," Case offered. "I'll sit up until daylight, and then you boys
can get up and catch fish for breakfast."
"I want a fish for breakfast two feet long," Alex declared. "I'll
catch it and cook it in Indian style. That will be fine!"
"How do you cook fish a la Indian?" asked Case.
"Aw, you know," Alex replied. "First, you get your fish; then you dig
a deep hole in the ground and fill it full of stones. Then you build a
roaring fire on the stones. Then you wrap your fish up in leaves and
put it on the hot stones and cover it up. Then, if you want it to cook
quick, you must build a fire on top. They sell fish cooked in that way
at two dollars an order in Chicago."
"Cook it any way you want to," Clay said, "only don't muff it the way
Case does when he tries to make biscuits. We'll be hungry."
Taking down the hammocks, the boys moved back to the _Rambler_. Clay,
Alex, and Jule, after listening in vain for a time for more signals
from the woods, finally went to their bunks, leaving Case sitting on
the deck, across which a great tree on the east bank threw a long blur
of shade.
Clay and Jule were soon sound asleep, but Alex lay awake listening.
There was a notion at the back of his brain that the signals heard had
been treated too lightly. He knew that Clay, always active and ready
for any emergency, considered the party secure in midstream, but he
was by no means satisfied that the best steps for the protection of
the boat had been taken.
After a time he arose, dressed himself, and softly slipped out on
deck, leaving the rest sleeping in the cabin.
"It isn't morning yet," Case said, speaking out of the shadow. "Why
don't you go back to bed? You'll be sleepy to-morrow."
"Have you heard any more owl talk?" asked Alex.
"Not a line," replied Case. "Go on back to bed."
Alex did go back to bed, but could not sleep. Presently the
long-expected owl-call came from the north, and then Teddy rubbed his
soft nose against the boy's hand.
"What do you want, old man?" whispered Alex. "Does that hooting warn
you of danger, too?"
The cub put his paws upon the edge of the bunk and tried to answer in
bear talk that it did.
"All right," Alex said, "I'll just go out and see about it."
When he reached the deck for the second time, Case stood at the
gunwale listening. The call came again from the woods.
"Now you hear it, don't you?" asked Alex, scornfully. "I reckon you
fellows would sit around here and let those wops carry off the boat."
"Well, haven't they got to show up before we can do anything to them?"
asked Case reproachfully. "I guess they have."
"I'd like to know what they are doing," Alex wondered, "and I just
believe I could sneak out and learn something about it. It makes me
nervous, waiting here for them to get in the first blow."
"If I had a house and lot for every time you've been lost on our river
trips," Case grinned, "I'd own the biggest city in the world. You go
back to bed, or I'll get Clay out here to tie you up."
Teddy now came sniffing where the two boys stood, and, lifting his
paws to the gunwale, looked over in the forest.
"See that!" Alex exclaimed. "Even the bear knows there is something
wrong on! If you'll keep that twirler of yours still for a little
while, I'll go and see what it is."
"You're the wise little sleuth!" Case declared. "Go on back to bed and
dream that you're Nick of the Woods."
"Tell you what," Alex said, "we'll tie a line to the rowboat, and I'll
row ashore, then you pull the boat back, and I'll creep out in the
thicket and see what I can discover. I believe those outlaws will
gather around the campfire. Anyway, they're foolish if they don't."
"If you take my advice," Case said, "you won't go, but if you insist
on it, I'll draw the boat back, for our own protection."
Very reluctantly, then, Case assisted in getting the boat into the
river, found a long line to attach to the prow, and helped the boy
away on his journey. He felt guilty for aiding in the adventure.
Alex landed in a thicket almost straight west of the _Rambler_, and at
once secreted himself. No signals had been heard for some moments, and
the boy believed that he had reached the shore without attracting
attention. Case drew the boat back and sat waiting.
Alex remained perfectly still in his hiding-place for some moments.
There was only the noises of river and forest. To the west, the embers
of the campfire made a faint red glow in the moonlight.
Just as the boy was about to move out of the thicket, he heard a heavy
splash in the river, followed by words of command and entreaty from
Case. The splashing continued, and presently the bushes at the edge of
the stream were moved by an entering body.
"That's Captain Joe!" thought Alex. "He's always ready for a run in
the woods. I suppose I ought to send him back."
But it was not Captain Joe that thrust a wet nose into Alex's hand. It
was Teddy, the bear cub, and his greeting was so friendly and sincere
that all thoughts of sending him back to the boat vanished from the
boy's mind. Teddy shook the water from his coat like a great dog, and
cuddled up to the boy as if thanking him.
"You're a runaway bear," Alex whispered to the cub, "and I ought to
send you back, but I'll just see if you know how to behave in the kind
of society I am going to mix with. Will you be good?"
Teddy declared in his best bear talk that he would be good, and the
boy and the cub lay in the thicket, still listening, for a long time
before moving. Then Alex crept toward the campfire.
When he came to a considerable rise in the center of the ground
between the two streams, he found that the ground was broken and
rocky. It seemed to him that a great crag had formerly risen where he
stood, and that some distant convulsion of nature had shattered it.
To the south, between the rivers and at no great distance from the
egg-shaped peninsula, ran a long, rocky ridge. Making his way to this,
he secreted himself in the shadow of a boulder and settled down to
watch and listen.
After a time Teddy grew impatient at the inactivity thus forced upon
him, and began moving restlessly about.
"Bear!" warned Alex, "if you make any more racket here, I'll send you
back to the boat. We're supposed to be sleuthing!"
Teddy evidently did not like the idea of being sent back to the boat,
or of keeping still either, so he almost immediately disappeared,
notwithstanding Alex's efforts to detain him by main force. The boy
called to him in vain.
"Now," thought Alex, "the cub has gone and done it! He'll thrash
around in the woods and scare my outlaws away. I wish I had tied him
up on the boat. I might have known he would make trouble."
The boy waited a long time, but the cub did not return. Now and then
he could hear him moving about in the thicket.
"He's just laughing in his sleeve at me!" complained the boy. "I wish
I had hold of him!"
Directly a sound other than that made by the bear came to the ears of
the listening boy. Some one was creeping towards his shelter. He could
see no one, for the shadows were thick at the point from which the
sounds proceeded, but presently, he heard a voice.
"They went back to the boat," some one said gruffly.
"That's all the better for us," another spoke.
"I don't know about that," the first speaker said.
"Why, we'll just cut her out and take boys and boat and all."
"That's easier said than done," was the reply. "Those boys are no
spring chickens. They have guns and they know how to use them."
"Well," the other chided, "it isn't my fault that they went back to
the boat. If you hadn't been giving your confounded signals, they
would have slept by the fire and everything would have been easy."
Alex listened with his heart beating anxiously. There was no longer
any doubt that the right construction had been placed on the signals
which had been heard. The outlaws who had attacked them in the cove
were now on the peninsula, ready to make trouble.
While the boy listened for further conversation, a rustling in the
thicket at the base of the cliff told him that Teddy, the cub, was
still in that vicinity. He chuckled at the thought which came to him.
"I wish I had the little rascal here," he mused. "I think he might be
able to do something in the line of giving those fellows exercise! I
wish I could get over to him."
The boy started in the direction of the sound, but paused when he
heard one of the men saying:
"Where are the others?"
"Down on the river shore," was the reply.
"Then what is all that noise?" demanded the other.
"I don't hear any noise," was the surly reply.
"There is some one moving in the bushes."
"Then it must be one of the boys," Alex heard, "and I think we had
better investigate. It would be luck to catch one of them."
"It wouldn't be any luck for me to be caught," thought Alex, "and so
I'll just make a sneak back to the boat. I've learned all I wanted to
know, anyway."
He started away, but almost at his first motion a stone became
detached from the ledge at his side and went thundering down toward
the spot from which the voices had proceeded.
"There!" one of the men cried, "I told you there was some one here."
Together the men immediately rushed to the spot where Alex lay hidden.
They rustled through the bushes without any attempt at concealment,
scrambling up the acclivity with the use of both hands and feet.
As they advanced another rustling came from the left, and Alex saw
Teddy on the way back to his side. The moon, creeping farther to the
south, found an opening in the dense foliage above the ledge, and
threw a long shaft of light upon the exact spot where Alex lay,
revolver in hand, waiting for the expected attack.
He moved out of this natural limelight hastily, but as he did so
another figure entered it. Advancing swiftly, the men who had
discovered the location of the boy, saw him disappear and saw the new
figure which came upon the scene. They stopped instantly.
To their excited imaginations Teddy, standing somewhat above their
heads, seemed to be at least nine feet high! Evidently trying to
propitiate Alex for running away from him, the cub set about
practicing all the stunts the boys had been teaching him for months.
Standing upon his hind legs, he extended his paws in a boxing attitude
and pranced about, as he had been taught to do, in all the attitudes
of the prize ring. The hair on his neck and back seemed to bristle
with anger. His little round eyes, bright in the moonlight, twinkled
viciously!
The men who were watching this trained exhibition, held their breaths
in terror. They expected to be attacked by the animal immediately.
Directly, they began backing slowly away. Then Teddy broke into his
pet amusement, a whirling half-dance and they turned and ran,
stumbling down the declivity, brushing through the briars and clinging
vines of the thicket, and finally disappearing in the shadows farther
upstream!
It did not take Alex long to find his way to the cub.
"You certainly are enough to scare the life out of a stranger," he
said, addressing the bear. "If you don't mind, now, we'll go back to
the boat. We've got news for the boys, at any rate."
But Teddy was not inclined to go back to the close cabin. He wanted a
longer run in the woods. Before Alex could seize the collar which had
been placed about his neck, he was away again. Alex pursued him for
some distance, and then turned back toward the boat.
When he reached the shore and called softly to Case to row the boat
over to him, there was no answer from the craft, as the rush of the
river drowned his voice, but a most unexpected one came from the shore
back of him. He turned quickly to see the barrel of a gun shining in
the moonlight. He reached for his own weapon, but a hand caught his
wrist and held it, as if in a grasp of iron.
"All right, kid," a harsh voice said, "if they don't want you on your
boat, we'll give you a home on ours. We've got the snuggest little
craft upstream you ever saw. You're welcome to it, only it may be
dangerous for you to try to get away or make any noise!"