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Dave Porter at Bear Camp
[Illustration]
Edward Stratemeyer
[Illustration: OUT CAME A KETTLE, A FRYING-PAN,
SOME KNIVES AND FORKS. _Page 293._]
Dave Porter Series
DAVE PORTER AT BEAR CAMP
OR
THE WILD MAN OF MIRROR LAKE
BY
EDWARD STRATEMEYER
Author of "Dave Porter at Oak Hall," "The Old Glory Series,"
"Colonial Series," "Pan-American Series,"
"Soldiers of Fortune Series," etc.
_ILLUSTRATED BY WALTER S. ROGERS_
[Illustration]
BOSTON
LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
Published, August, 1915
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO.
_All rights reserved_
DAVE PORTER AT BEAR CAMP
Norwood Press
BERWICK & SMITH CO.
NORWOOD, MASS.
U. S. A.
PREFACE
"DAVE PORTER AT BEAR CAMP" is a complete story in itself, but
forms the eleventh volume in a line issued under the general title of
"Dave Porter Series."
As I have mentioned several times, this series was started a number of
years ago by the publication of "Dave Porter at Oak Hall," in which my
young readers were introduced to a typical, wide-awake American lad at
an up-to-date American boarding school.
The publication of this first volume was followed by that of "Dave
Porter in the South Seas," whither the lad journeyed to clear up a
question concerning his parentage. Then came "Dave Porter's Return to
School," telling of more doings at Oak Hall; "Dave Porter in the Far
North," in which he went on a second journey looking for his father;
"Dave Porter and His Classmates," relating more happenings at school;
"Dave Porter at Star Ranch," in which our hero participated in many
adventures in the wild West; "Dave Porter and His Rivals," showing how
he outwitted some of his old-time enemies; "Dave Porter on Cave
Island," giving the particulars of a remarkable voyage on the ocean and
strange doings ashore; "Dave Porter and the Runaways," in which the
youth taught some of his chums a much-needed lesson; and finally "Dave
Porter in the Gold Fields," in which the lad and a number of his chums
went in quest of a gold mine, all traces of which had been lost through
a landslide.
The present volume tells the particulars of a thrilling rescue from fire
at sea, and how the boys and girls, along with some of the older folks,
went for a vacation in a camp on the shore of a beautiful lake. Here,
most unexpectedly, Dave fell in with one of his old enemies. The youth
and his chums had some strenuous times, the particulars of which are
given in the pages which follow.
Once again I avail myself of the opportunity to thank my young readers
for all the pleasant things they have said regarding my stories. I trust
that the reading of this volume will benefit them all.
EDWARD STRATEMEYER.
_March 1, 1915._
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I THE BOYS ON SHIPBOARD 1
II SOMETHING ABOUT THE PAST 11
III THE RESCUE AT SEA 21
IV BACK TO CRUMVILLE 32
V DAVE AT HOME 42
VI NEWS OF IMPORTANCE 52
VII LINK MERWELL AGAIN 62
VIII OFF FOR BEAR CAMP 72
IX ON THE ROAD 83
X CAUGHT IN A STORM 93
XI FROM ONE HARDSHIP TO ANOTHER 105
XII A STROKE OF LIGHTNING 116
XIII AT BEAR CAMP 126
XIV SOMETHING OF A QUARREL 137
XV VISITORS 148
XVI A STRANGE COMMUNICATION 158
XVII THE SWIMMING RACE 169
XVIII A CRY FROM THE CLIFF 180
XIX THE CAPTURE OF LINK MERWELL 191
XX BACK IN CAMP 201
XXI THE ESCAPE 210
XXII MORE OF A MYSTERY 220
XXIII SHOOTING A WILDCAT 230
XXIV THE MAN AT THE CABIN 239
XXV TWO DEER 249
XXVI STARTLING NEWS 257
XXVII WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT 266
XXVIII DELLA FORD'S STATEMENT 275
XXIX THE BIG BEAR 284
XXX GOOD NEWS--CONCLUSION 295
ILLUSTRATIONS
Out came a kettle, a frying-pan, some knives
and forks (Page 293) _Frontispiece_
FACING
PAGE
Dave caught her under the arms, and, treading water,
brought both her and himself to the surface 24
Then, as Dave went after him, he broke into a run 64
And then all the young folks fell to eating with great
gusto 102
"Hello! hello! Where are you going?" 154
"It's a snake, and a big one!" 180
"You just said that I was not Dave Porter. What
do you mean by that?" 202
Crack! Bang! The two pieces rang out in quick
succession 254
DAVE PORTER AT BEAR CAMP
CHAPTER I
THE BOYS ON SHIPBOARD
"Phil, your father seems to be a good deal worried this morning. I hope
it isn't on account of the way we cut up on this ship last evening."
"Not at all, Dave," returned Phil Lawrence. "I don't believe he noticed
our monkey-shines. He is worried over the letter he received in the mail
we got at our last stopping-place."
"No bad news I hope?" said Roger Morr, another one of the group of boys
seated on the forward deck of a small coastwise steamer.
"Well, I think it is rather bad news," answered the son of the vessel's
owner. "Poor dad stands to lose between twenty and thirty thousand
dollars."
"Twenty or thirty thousand dollars!" exclaimed Dave Porter. "Why, how
can that be, Phil?"
"Did he make a bad investment?" asked Ben Basswood, another youth of the
group.
"You can hardly call it a bad investment, Ben," returned Phil. "Buying
the land was all right enough in the first place. It's trying to get rid
of it that's the sticker."
"You are talking in riddles, Phil," said Roger Morr. "Won't you
explain?"
"Maybe Phil doesn't care to explain," broke in Dave Porter, quickly. "It
may be his father's private business, you know."
"Oh, I don't think he'll object to my telling you the details,"
responded the shipowner's son. "It isn't very much of a secret where we
live, or in East Haven."
"East Haven? Is that the place across the river from where you live?"
queried Dave Porter.
"Yes. It's quite a bustling little town, too, although when my father
and his older brother, Lester Lawrence, bought the tract of land there
it didn't amount to much, and they got the ground for a song."
"I'd like to buy some land for a song," put in another youth of the
group. "Then I might sell it and make a handsome profit. Say," he
continued, his face brightening up, "that puts me in mind of a story.
Once there was a man who wanted to----"
"Hold on, Shadow. It isn't your turn to tell stories now," interrupted
Dave. "We want to hear what Phil has to say."
"This story wouldn't take but a minute," grumbled Maurice Hamilton,
otherwise known as "Shadow." "It's a dandy one, too."
"All right, we'll listen to it later," returned Roger Morr. "Let us
first hear what Phil has to tell."
"It isn't so much of a story," said the shipowner's son. "You see, years
ago my dad and his older brother purchased a tract of land at East
Haven, along the waterfront. For some time it was idle, and then it was
leased to a lumber company, who used it for a number of years as a
lumber yard. At that time East Haven had no railroad, but the L. A. & H.
line came through that way and wanted to cross the river at East Haven,
and wanted to locate their railroad repair shops along the waterfront
there. They have made my father an offer for the land, and if that tract
could be sold my folks would stand to make a profit of twenty to thirty
thousand dollars."
"Well, why not sell the land then--unless you think it is worth more
than the railroad company is willing to pay?" asked Dave.
"My father is willing enough to sell, and has been for some time; but he
can't give the railroad a clear title, and consequently the deal is at a
standstill."
"Oh, I see, Phil," said Roger Morr. "That is the worst of buying land
that has a flaw in the title."
"There wasn't any flaw in the title when my father and my Uncle Lester
purchased the ground," returned the shipowner's son. And now his face
clouded. "The trouble has all come up within the last five years--that
is, it wouldn't have come up at all if it hadn't been for what happened
about five years ago."
"Oh, I think I know to what you refer, Phil," cried Dave, quickly. "I
remember now that you told me about your old Uncle Lester. Didn't you
ever hear from him?"
"Not a word, Dave. And that is why my father can't sell the land."
"I don't understand this," said Ben Basswood.
"And neither do I," added Shadow Hamilton.
"Well, it's this way: About five years ago my folks were connected with
a trust company in the town where we live. My Uncle Lester was one of
several men who had charge of certain funds, and these funds were kept
in a safe-deposit vault belonging to the company. One day it was found
that some of these funds had disappeared. Suspicion pointed to my uncle,
and although he protested his entire innocence, some of the other trust
company officials were in favor of having him arrested. A warrant was
sworn out, but before it could be served my uncle left home and went to
another State. Then the local paper came out with an article which
stated that the bank officials had evidence that Lester Lawrence was
undoubtedly guilty. My uncle got a copy of this paper--it was found
later in the room he had occupied at a hotel--and this evidently
frightened him so much that he disappeared."
"Do you mean to say that he disappeared for good?" queried Ben.
"Yes, he took a train out of town, and that was the last seen or heard
of him. My father did all he could to locate Uncle Lester. He had men
searching for him, and he advertised in the newspapers. But up to the
present time he hasn't heard a word from him or of him. He is half
inclined to believe that my uncle is dead."
"Perhaps he went to some foreign country," suggested Dave.
"But how does that affect the title to the land?" questioned Shadow
Hamilton.
"Easily enough," was the reply of the shipowner's son. "My uncle held a
one-quarter interest in the tract. In order to give a clear title to the
railroad company it would be necessary for Uncle Lester to sign the
deed. The railroad company--nor any one else for that matter--won't buy
the land without a clear title."
"I don't wonder that your father is worried," said Dave,
sympathetically. "I suppose he feels just as bad over the continued
absence of your uncle as he does over the fact that he can't sell the
land and make a profit on it."
"That's just it, Dave," answered Phil. "We'd give a good deal to know
what has become of Uncle Lester."
"I suppose he doesn't dare come back for fear of being arrested," was
Shadow's comment. "Even if he is innocent they may be able to convict
him."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you about that," burst out Phil. "Less than four
months after my uncle disappeared, some men were arrested in
Springfield, for a theft committed at one of the banks there. During the
trial it came out that one of these criminals had been in our town
during the time when the funds disappeared from our trust company. This
rascal's movements were traced by the authorities, and then he was given
what they call 'the third degree.' At that examination he broke down,
and admitted that he had taken the funds which my Uncle Lester was
supposed to have stolen. The affair created a great stir, and those who
had proceeded against my uncle made all sorts of apologies to my father.
They also did their best to locate Uncle Lester."
"And didn't they hear anything at all?" asked Ben.
"Not a word. We got what we thought were clues, but every one of them
proved false."
"Maybe he is dead."
"That may be. But if we can't prove it, it leaves the matter of the land
just as unsettled as before."
"If your uncle is alive he must remember about the land, and must know
that the matter will give your father a lot of trouble," suggested
Roger.
"That is true, Roger. But when a man is accused of a grave crime like
that, he isn't apt to think about other things."
"You say he is older than your father?" queried Dave.
"Oh, yes, a good deal older--ten or twelve years, at least. If he is
still alive he must be well advanced in years."
"What does your father propose to do about the land?" questioned Ben,
after a pause in the conversation.
"He doesn't know what to do. He's at a complete standstill."
"Won't the railroad company lease the land?" questioned Dave.
"No. They told dad that they wanted to buy and build. They prefer his
land to any other in East Haven, but at the same time, if they can't get
his property, they are going to look elsewhere."
"Twenty or thirty thousand dollars is a heap of money to let slip
through one's fingers," was Shadow's comment. "It's a shame you can't
find out where your uncle is, or what has become of him."
"Why not advertise again?" suggested Dave. "If your uncle is still alive
he must read some newspapers, and he might possibly see the notice."
"Father thinks something of doing that, Dave, but it looks like rather a
hopeless case," returned Phil Lawrence. He arose from the camp-chair on
which he had been sitting, and stretched himself. "But come on,
fellows," he continued. "There is no use of your worrying over our
troubles. We came on this little trip to enjoy ourselves, and I want all
of you to have the best time possible."
"And we certainly have had a good time!" cried Dave. "Just as good a
time as we had out in Yellowstone Park."
"That is, Dave, considering the girls are not along," remarked Ben, with
a wink at the others.
"Well, of course that makes some difference, Ben," returned Dave, his
face flushing a trifle.
"Sure it does! A whole lot of difference!" declared Roger. "Just the
same, we are having a dandy time, Phil," he added hastily. "The first
outing of the Oak Hall Club is a big success."
"It sure is!" broke in Shadow Hamilton. "Only I did hope we'd see a
whale or some sharks or something like that," he added, regretfully.
"I suppose if you saw a shark, Shadow, you'd jump right overboard to
interview him, wouldn't you?" queried Ben, and gave a snicker.
"Say, speaking of sharks puts me in mind of a story!" cried Shadow.
"Once there was a sailor who had traveled all around the world. He met a
lady in Boston who wanted him to tell her a shark story. Says the
sailor: 'Madam, I've seen sharks in the Atlantic an' the Pacific an' the
Indian Oceans, but all of them sharks wasn't a patch to the shark I once
met on land.' 'On land!' cried the lady from Boston. 'Do you mean to say
that you met a shark on land?' 'I did, Madam,' answered the sailor. 'I
met a shark right in New York, and he did me out of every copper I had
in my pockets. He was a hotel-keeper who played cards.'" And at this
little yarn there was a general smile.
"Pretty good for a fish story," was Roger's comment. "Just the same, I
don't want to fall in with any sharks whether on land or at sea."
"Before we land to-night, I want to settle about this outing we expect
to take at Mirror Lake," said Dave. "If you fellows are going along,
we'll have to make the necessary arrangements."
"Well, you can count on me, Dave," returned Roger, promptly. "I told you
at the start that I'd be glad to go with you."
"And so will I be glad to go," added Phil.
"I've got to find out what my folks want me to do first," said Shadow.
He looked curiously at Dave, who was gazing far out to sea. "What are
you looking at, Dave?" he asked.
"I'm watching that smoke out there," was the answer.
"That's only the smoke from some incoming steamer," returned Ben. "I
noticed that a few minutes ago."
"Maybe it is from a steamer," returned Dave, "but I don't think it is
coming from any funnel."
"What do you think it is--a fire?" cried Phil. And at these words all
the boys on the deck rushed to the rail.
"It looks that way to me. Let us get the glasses and find out."
"I'll get them!" cried Roger; and lost no time in disappearing into the
cabin.
A minute later he reappeared with a pair of powerful marine glasses
which he handed to Phil. The glasses were quickly adjusted, and the
shipowner's son took a hasty look seaward.
"It's a small steamer, all right," he announced. "Just as sure as you're
born, there's a fire on board."
"Fire!" repeated Roger.
"If she's on fire we ought to go to the rescue!" exclaimed Dave.