CHAPTER VII.

TUBBY REFUSES TO FORGET.

"Too bad they got you, too, Joe!" said the wounded man; and yet there

was something like satisfaction on his face, along with the grin he

gave; because misery likes company, and if his companion had managed to

escape it would have seemed doubly hard for him to be retaken, and badly

hurt at that.

"This man isn't able to walk all the way back to the road, Chief," Rob

went on to say, indicating the tall fellow, who lay there with his leg

bound up the best Merritt could do with so little at hand to aid him.

"I reckon, son," returned the big officer, so pleased with the success

that had come to him that he was ready to grant almost any favor these

scouts asked, "we'll just have to carry him, then."

"And that would hurt him almost as much as limping along," Rob

continued; "so if you hold up for a little bit, we'll try and fix a

stretcher that ought to answer; though it's going to be a mighty poor

sort of thing, without even a camp hatchet to cut poles with. Get busy

with me, boys, and show the Chief what you know."

Now this was one of the things in which all the Eagles had been

thoroughly drilled. They knew how to go to work to make a comfortable

stretcher on which an injured person might be carried for miles. But

just as the patrol leader said, not having a hatchet handy was likely to

prove something of a handicap. However, scouts always try to do the best

they can, no matter what difficulties they run up against, and Merritt

was the first to start scurrying around, looking for stout poles that

would serve for the sides and handles of the stretcher.

Once more did those three police officers stand and watch what the boys

were doing with both wonder and interest written on their faces. Why,

they had never dreamed that half-grown lads could be so resourceful; and

even after a number of fairly straight poles had been collected,

calculated to bear easily the weight of the injured man, none of the men

could guess just how these were to be utilized, or fastened together.

Judge of their astonishment, then, when they saw the boys make another

little side hunt and come back with strands of pliable vines that could

be twisted about the poles, fastening them together, each live vine

stronger three times over than a cord of the same size would have been.

Each scout took pride in being able to render his share of the work; and

Rob, on his part, was filled with satisfaction to find how well things

began to shape themselves under the nimble fingers of his chums and

himself.

As the rude but effective stretcher began to assume its desired form,

the Chief gave each of his men a nod and a wink, as though calling their

attention to the clever way in which these ready lads met an emergency

by "being prepared"; letting them understand, also, that a useful lesson

might be drawn from the happening.

Even the two captured rogues manifested considerable interest in what

was going on, the wounded fellow because he had good reason to be

thankful for receiving so much consideration, and the shorter rascal

because he had never been given a chance to see scouts work before.

"There's your stretcher, Chief," said Rob, when less than ten minutes

had slipped by, "and it's going to answer all right, I think."

"No question about that, lad," replied the big officer; "and made so

strong into the bargain that it would bear even my weight without

trouble. And now let's get Con on it so we can start for the wagon."

This was quickly done. The man winced when they moved him, but other

than that managed to repress all signs of his suffering. The two men

accompanying the Chief took hold of the handles that had been provided,

and had not the slightest trouble in walking away with the wounded rogue

on the stretcher. As for the Chief, he took the other prisoner in

charge. Rob walked in the van, accompanied by his chums, and tried to

pick out the easiest way, always thinking of the pain that the wretched

Con must be enduring every time one of the bearers stumbled over a root.

"This is what I call great work," Tubby said, as he managed to keep

alongside the one who bore the torch, so that he could get the full

benefit of its light; for he did not fancy going down on all fours every

little while when some vine happened to be in the path.

"And I'll surely never forget this scene," Andy remarked, showing that

it had made a great impression on him. "Lots of times I'll shut my

eyes, and see us all stringing along this way with that fellow laid out

on the stretcher. And say, when you look around and see how these old

vines hang down, you'd almost believe we were making our way through

some tropical forest like lots of men we've read about."

"Well," spoke up Tubby briskly, "mebbe, now, we may be doing that same

thing before a great while, if only Uncle Mark makes up his mind to send

me down there to Mexico to straighten out his mixed affairs. I almost

believe he would right now, if only Rob, here, was going to be along,

because he's heard so much about him. And it wouldn't cost us a red

cent, either, because Uncle Mark'll stand for it. But the trouble is

we're bound to school right now, and can't get away, hang the luck!"

"Careful there, Tubby," warned Merritt just then; "you're getting too

excited, and you don't watch your steps as you ought. That time you

nearly knocked me down banging against me so suddenly."

"But aren't we nearly to the road, Rob?" pleaded Tubby, who was

breathing hard, partly on account of his exertions in keeping close to

the leader, and also because he persisted in wasting so much wind in

talking.

"More than half way, Tubby, so cheer up; the worst is yet to come,"

chuckled the patrol leader. And then as the fat scout gave a dismal

groan Rob hastened to add: "That was only said for fun, because we are

going to have it easier right along after this. I think in five minutes

we shall come out on the road."

When about that time had expired, Rob flashed the light of his torch

ahead, and then called out:

"There's the white birch that hangs over the road, boys; and the wagon

is not far away from that, you remember."

"What d'ye think of that, Chief? If he didn't go and fetch us straight

back to the place we started from!" Andy called out.

"That was easy," Rob told him; "because I only had to follow our own

trail, you understand. And here we are!"

The horse whinnied at their approach, just as though he might have known

they were friends; and possibly the poor tired beast was as hungry for a

good feed of oats as animals of his class can get.

The rude stretcher, having served its purpose, was cast aside, and the

wounded man made as comfortable as possible in the bed of the wagon. All

of the scouts but Merritt settled themselves as best they could, as did

also two of the officers. The Chief and his prisoner occupied the seat

with the driver, where the recaptured rogue could be constantly watched.

In this way, then, they set out to cover the two miles or more that lay

between them and Hampton. Naturally the scouts felt quite jolly over the

remarkable success that had accompanied their labors of the evening.

"Well, who would have thought when the water came a-rushing into our

boat, so we had to run her ashore and leave her there till morning, that

we'd come on the finest chance ever to show what we knew about

scoutcraft?" Andy burst out after they had been rumbling along the road

steadily for a short time. Merritt had been cautioned not to try and

make speed on account of the poor fellow who had hard work to repress a

groan with every jolt.

"That's the way things come around, sometimes," Rob told him. "You never

can tell how they're going to turn out. Lots of times I've heard my

father say that the very things he looked on as disasters proved to be

blessings in disguise. And for one, I could almost forgive the fellow

who played that miserable trick on us, because of the great time we've

had since landing."

"Well, I don't join with you there," grumbled Tubby, who did not often

hold a grudge against anybody, and therefore made his present action the

more singular. "What if that plug had dropped out when we were out in

the middle of the bay, with the wind and waves like they were? Wouldn't

we have been in danger of our lives? I can see a feller of my size

swimming a mile and more! Huh! that was a coward's trick, let me tell

you. And just wait and see if I don't fasten the guilt on the wretch

that played it on us. I've got all the evidence needed right here in my

pocket; and given a little time, I'll fix him,--but I'm not mentioning

any names _yet_!"

Both Andy and Rob pretended to consider Tubby's intention to play

detective in the nature of a great joke, because they did not believe

that the fat scout had any particular gift along such lines; but he

certainly seemed in deadly earnest, and took himself seriously, for a

fact.

"We are likely to be late to supper to-night, boys!" Rob remarked, as

they saw the lights of Hampton ahead, and knew that presently they would

be in the home town.

"What of that, when we've got such a splendid excuse?" Tubby said, as he

puffed himself up with pride. "I know my maw and Uncle Mark'll listen

a-holding their breath while I tell of all the wonderful adventures that

came our way since we started after Rob's select oysters! Um! don't I

wish I had a few to sample right this minute! But then, I ought to be

home pretty quick now, and I guess I can hold in. Friday night we always

have Boston baked beans at our house; and you know I'm particularly fond

of those. And this is Friday, isn't it?"

He heaved a contented sigh, as though making up his mind that supper

would taste all the finer for being held back so long; and that was

Tubby's way all over.

"I'll jump out here, Chief," said Rob, as Merritt held up the horse,

knowing they were close to the banker's house. "I reckon I can tote that

sack of oysters such a short way. So-long, fellows; see you first thing

in the morning, Merritt. I'd like mighty much to get my boat home

before that old hurricane from the West Indies comes tearing up the

coast. Good night, Chief, and I'm glad we were able to lend you a hand.

I hope you get a doctor busy with that swollen leg Con's carrying around

with him. It'd be rough if blood poisoning set in."

So saying, the patrol leader allowed the two boys in the body of the

wagon to heave the half bushel of prime shellfish over his right

shoulder, and walked off with his burden as though it did not amount to

much, anyway.

The cheery words of the policemen followed him; but pleasant as these

may have been, it was something entirely different that caused Rob to

laugh softly to himself as he heard it. And this was the shrill

"k-r-e-e-e" of the Eagles, sent after him by his chums, as a token of

their esteem, and in recognition of the great aid scoutcraft had proven

to them during the last hour or more.

Thus closed one of the most interesting experiences that had ever fallen

to the lot of the Eagle Patrol scouts; one that they would be apt to

remember years afterwards, when time had caused them to forget many

other adventures that had come their way. And doubtless Tubby did keep

his folks breathless while he narrated the exciting details over the

supper table--after he had taken off the first sharp edge of his

wonderful appetite.

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