THE SUSPICIOUS ACTIONS OF LANDY
To this very day, it has never been positively known among the scouts
of the Wolf Patrol whether Landy met with an unexpected accident, or
allowed himself to be deliberately dragged out of the boat, seized with
a sudden overwhelming desire to end his spell of drudgery.
The splash was simply terrific, and Landy vanished completely beneath
the surface of the swamp water, which chanced to be fairly deep at that
place, as of necessity Landy himself must have known.
"Oh! he's overboard!" exclaimed Toby, in the other boat, perhaps louder
than his orders from the scout master permitted.
"What a nuisance!" grunted Lil Artha, trying to appear unconcerned,
though it might have been noticed that he tried the best he could to
stop the movement of the skiff by thrusting both hands in the water,
and paddling.
Mark did better than that, for he snatched up a thwart that he knew was
loose, and started to use it vigorously so as to check the progress of
the floating boat.
Meanwhile, of course, Landy came to the surface like a bobbing cork
that had been pulled down by the bite of a fish. He was floundering
around like a whale, spouting volumes of water that he must have
swallowed in his dive, and apparently doing his level best to stay on
top.
"Hey! ain't you goin' to help a feller?" they managed to make out from
his almost incoherent splutter.
The other boat had by now pushed up close alongside, and Elmer, leaning
over the side, seized the swimmer by the coat collar. Landy at once
allowed himself to apparently collapse. He was content to have someone
support him; but some of his chums imagined there was a suspicious
_manufactured_ look in the expression of terror that had fixed itself
on his face.
With plenty to lend a helping hand the fat scout was soon pushed and
hauled on board the skiff from which he had fallen. The treacherous
pole was also recovered and given in charge of Lil Artha, for, of
course, it could not be expected that a fellow who had just been
rescued from a watery grave would be able to continue that arduous task
of pushing.
Lil Artha frequently looked queerly at the dripping Landy as he used
the pole. Sometimes he would chuckle softly to himself, and a swift
grin flash athwart his lean countenance as though a humorous thought
had struck him; after which the tall scout might be observed to shake
his head as if bothered.
Landy settled down to taking things easy. He wanted them all to know
that he had had a remarkably close call, and every little while he
would heave a great sigh, to follow it with such words as:
"I'm terrible glad you boys were on deck to save me. My clothes seemed
as heavy as lead, and I sure think I'd have gone down three times if
you hadn't chucked me aboard here. That was a narrow squeak for me. I
guess I went and got too confident, and it made me careless. But holy
smoke! how that mud can grip! I just couldn't get the old pole out
nohow, and that's a fact. I won't forget what you did for me, fellers,
sure I won't. I hope to be able to do the same for every lasting one
of you some day."
"You're too kind, Landy," laughed Toby; "none of us are hankering after
an experience like that. I'll never forget what you looked like,
dangling there on that push-pole, and trying to squirm your legs around
it so as to climb up. Want to know what you made me think of, Landy?"
"Go on and tell me," said the other, with a tremble in his voice, for
he was by this time beginning to feel the effect of his immersion.
"Why, you remember how we used to go frog-hunting in a boat, with a
three-foot line at the end of a stout pole, and a small hook baited
with a piece of red flannel? Well, when we'd see a whopping big
greenback we'd dangle that red stuff close to his nose. It was funny
to see him squat down like a cat does on sighting a sparrow or a robin,
and then jump up to grab the flannel."
Toby paused to chuckle afresh, and the object of his attack urged him
to continue, although he evidently realized that he was about to be
held up to boyish ridicule.
"First, the frog thinks he wants that queer red bug the worst kind,"
Toby went on to say, "but as soon as he feels the hook he changes his
mind. Then he starts in to do the greatest acrobatic feats you ever
saw, twisting his hind legs up over his head like he wanted to turn a
somersault, or else climb up the line. Well, when I saw you dangling
on that push-pole, I thought of a fat, greenback frog."
"Huh! guess you'd a tried to climb, too, if you'd been in my place,"
grunted the stout scout, drawing his coat a little closer around him,
and shivering.
"No, I'd have stuck by the boat, Landy," said Toby, soberly.
Landy shot him a suspicious glance but did not make a reply. Perhaps
he may have been wondering whether any of his mates already suspected
that his recent narrow escape had not been such an accident as it
appeared.
Elmer now took a hand in the discussion.
"Here, let's make less noise, fellows," he remarked. "In the
excitement we've already broken our rule, and if there was anyone near
by they must have known all about us. And we're going ashore just
beyond there."
"So soon in the afternoon, Elmer; what's up?" demanded Chatz, who,
having rested since last using the pole, did not understand why they
should call it a day's work at not much after three o'clock.
"If you look at Landy, you'll understand why," continued the patrol
leader.
"Why, he is shivering, sure enough!" exclaimed Chatz; "what ails you,
suh? Are you feeling cold on such a warm day as this?"
"What, me cold!" stuttered Landy, trying to put on a brave face, though
his lips were turning blue and quivering; "of course I ain't. It must
be the excitement of the little scare has gripped me, that's all."
But wise Elmer knew very well he was assuming a degree of comfort which
he did not feel, and he could not stand for it.
"You've got to do one of two things, Landy,", he said, with authority,
"either take the push-pole again, and warm your blood up, or else go
ashore to dry your clothes. Otherwise, we'll have you getting a chill,
and then the fat will be in the fire as far as our hunt goes. Which
shall it be?"
"If it's all the same to you, Elmer, and you mean the whole kit to stop
off too, I say let's go ashore," hastily replied Landy.
"Head for that little cove, Lil Artha, and you too, Toby," said Elmer.
"I'd like to lend him something I've got in my pack," remarked Lil
Artha, apparently taking pity on the shivering one; "only you c'n see
with one eye it wouldn't come within a mile of meeting around his
waist."
"I've got a sweater he could put on while his clothes are drying,"
volunteered Toby Jones; "of course, it isn't his size by a jugfull, but
then you know sweaters stretch. Like as not it'll go around me twice
though, after Landy's worn the same. But he's our chum, and scouts
should always be ready to make sacrifices for each other."
"That's real good of you, Toby," mumbled Landy, strangely enough unable
to meet the honest gaze of the generous donor.
The landing was soon made, and when the dripping Landy got ashore the
first thing Elmer made him do was to jump around, and thresh his arms
back and forth. This, of course, was to induce a circulation of blood,
so as to resist the chill following his late immersion.
"Lil Artha, I leave it to you to make the fire," said the patrol
leader. "Use dry wood so there'll be little or no smoke; and build it
in that low spot over to the right. If we choose to keep it going
to-night, there's only a small chance that anyone will discover the
light in that dip."
Nothing pleased Lil Artha better than to make a camp fire. Besides the
genial glow, which he so dearly loved, being a fire worshipper by
nature, it doubtless meant that before a great while they would be
cooking supper; and as we happen to be aware such a task was never
onerous to the lanky scout, whose appetite seldom failed him.
There were others to help pick up the right kind of wood, for every
scout has to learn such things early in his career in woodcraft. Soon
a crackling little blaze sprang up, which, being carefully fed,
presently amounted to a considerable fire.
"Here you are, Landy," said Elmer, when he could feel the genial heat
at a distance of five feet away; "strip off, and hang your duds on
these sticks we've planted around the fire. They'll soon begin to
steam, and then dry out."
Elmer even took a hand himself, wringing each article cast off by the
bulky Landy before he hung it judiciously before the fire.
Fortunately, the fat scout had made out to carry an extra pair of socks
and a suit of clean underwear in his pack, and having donned these,
with the help of Toby's expansive sweater, he had to make out. There
was considerable fun poked at him as he squatted there by the fire
attending to his clothes, so as to make sure they did not get scorched
by the heat.
"There's one thing bad about this drying-out process, though," Lil
Artha was heard saying to Ted, who chanced to be near by; "and that's
the way clothes shrink after they've been wet."
"Which reminds me," Toby called out, "of that story about the fat
bachelor who had washed a suit of his new underwear himself, and hung
it on the clothes-line to dry; but the maid came along afterwards and
finding them ready to take in hung up a suit belonging to the kid,
about four years of age. When the stout bach stepped out to get his
suit and saw that baby outfit hanging in its place, he rubbed his eyes
and was heard to say to himself: 'Great Scott! and the clerk swore they
wouldn't shrink a bit!'"
"But I hope _my_ clothes won't shrivel up so I can't get in the same,"
Landy observed, anxiously. "A nice figure I'd cut going around day and
night like this. And let me tell you the skeeters would fairly eat me
alive. As it is, I'm cracking at them all the time right now."
Frequent examinations, however reassured him. His clothes were drying
nicely, and did not seem to be losing any of their former generous
proportions. So in time Landy might hope to be garbed in his proper
attire as became a scout, and not an Arab or a "side show freak," such
as Toby persisted in dubbing him.
Supper was later on taken in hand. There was no lack of recruits when
it came to doing the cooking; in fact, Elmer found that he had six
enthusiastic would-be _chefs_ to choose from, even Landy expressing a
willingness to serve, as he had to hover near the blaze more or less
anyway, and might as well be busy.
Afterwards the fire was allowed to go down, though Elmer did not feel
that it was positively necessary for them to let it die out entirely.
If it was bound to betray them doubtless the mischief had already been
done; and having to shoulder the blame, they might as well have the
game.
It was a great delight to them all to squat there around the fire and
talk in low tones. There were no boisterous language or actions
tolerated. Elmer gave them to understand that they were now out on
serious business, and all such conduct must be left to another time.
Still, they found plenty to talk about, most of it connected with the
strange happening at Hickory Ridge, in which their unfortunate comrade,
Hen Condit, bore such a prominent part.
"I wonder now," Toby was saying at one time, "whether the Chief of
Police got a clue like we did that'd fetch him up in this region of the
country with a posse, meaning to try to round up this escaped rascal?"
There was a variety of opinions concerning this point, some believing
one way and the rest having contrary views.
"It would be too bad, now," said Ted, "if they managed to haul both of
them up before we could get Hen in hand, and hear hith thory of what
happened."
"That's a fact," added Lil Artha. "We know the Chief, and that he'd
take Hen back to town just like he was a real criminal. No matter what
excuse the boy'd try to give, the Chief wouldn't listen, leaving all
that for the Justice of the Peace before whom he'd take his prisoners.
Boys, we've just got to find Hen first; that's all there is to it."
That seemed to be the consensus of opinion among them. By degrees they
had come to believe that Hen Condit must be under a spell, to have
acted as he did. Nothing else would explain the mystery, for Hen had
always been reckoned a mild, inoffensive sort of fellow, one of the
last boys in Hickory Ridge to do anything so terrible as commit a
robbery.
"That's just what it is!" declared Toby, as they again talked it all
over in hopes of getting a better conception of the truth, "the man
who's got Hen must be one of those terrible hypnotists you read about.
I saw one down in the city last summer at a show, and he made fellows
do the most ridiculous things anybody ever heard tell of."
"Such as what?" asked Lil Artha, looking as though he might be
skeptical.
"Why, one boy thought he was a goat, and ran all around on his hands
and feet, hunting for tin cans and old shoes to eat. Another believed
he was a dog baying at the full moon, and I nearly took a fit listening
to him whoop. Then there was a third fellow who believed he was made
of iron, so he stretched himself from one chair to another, and three
men stood right in his middle; and he didn't break, either. Say, it
was the greatest sight you ever saw."
"Fakes, all rank fakes!" snorted Lil Artha; "every one of those boys
was a confederate of the impostor. You notice they never come to small
places where everybody knows everybody else, but show in cities, where
a new audience comes each night. I'd like to see a circus like that,
just to laugh; but you couldn't get me to believe in hypnotism worth a
cent."
"Well, then," demanded Toby, "what do you think this man's got on Hen
that he's made him do whatever he wanted, tell us that, if you can?"
"I don't know," replied Lil Artha, promptly.
"See?" cried Toby, exultantly, "he backs down right away."
"There are a lot of things I don't know," added the tall scout; "but
it's my opinion that Hen's being held to that man through some kind of
fear. P'raps he's been made to believe he did something _terrible_,
and his only hope is to skip out before the police get him. But let's
wait till we find him, and then we'll know it all."
"A sensible conclusion," remarked Elmer, who had listened to all the
talk with considerable interest; "and as the hour is getting late
suppose we begin to settle how we're going to sleep through our first
night in Sassafras Swamp."