THE PRINT OF A THUMB
"The Fox Patrol!" exclaimed George. "I wonder if that means the Fox
Patrol of Chicago? It doesn't seem to me that this kid could have
followed on our heels across the continent!"
Will lifted the torn envelope from the floor and examined it critically.
"That's your name isn't it?" asked Sandy looking over his shoulder.
"It certainly is!" replied Will.
"Well, you've got the address left, anyhow!" said George.
"Say," Tommy suggested, opening his eyes very wide, "some gink followed
the boy here, bumped him on the coco, and stole the communication! I
reckon we're getting into the center of population again. Here we are,
several hundred miles from nowhere, and we've unearthed an innocent
messenger and a bold highwayman already!"
"Have you any idea what the stolen paper contained?" asked George.
"Not the slightest!" replied Will.
"Wasn't it arranged that Mr. Horton should communicate with you after we
reached this point?" asked Sandy.
"Certainly not!" was the reply. "He gave me full instructions before we
left Chicago. If I found a deserted cabin at this point, I was to make
camp here. If I did not, I was to keep along the coast toward Bering
Glacier until I discovered one answering this description."
"But where did this kid come from?" insisted Tommy. "How did he ever get
here all by his lonely? We had two guides to help us in, and it seems
that he came alone, that is, as far as we can see."
"I don't think he came alone!" replied Sandy pointing to the wound on
the boy's head. "He never got a bump like that in a fall!"
"Oh, we'll have to wait until the kid wakes up!" Tommy cut in. "We'd
better be doing something to help him out of his trance, instead of
standing here guessing. He may be badly hurt!"
The limp figure was lifted from the floor and placed on one of the bunks
fastened to the wall of the cabin. The lad groaned slightly as the
change was made, but did not open his eyes.
"I guess he got a bad bump," Will suggested. "And I'm sorry to say that
his wound requires a piece of surgery far beyond my ability to perform.
I'm afraid we'll have to send out for a doctor!"
The boys used every means within their knowledge to bring the lad back
to consciousness, but all their efforts proved unavailing. The lad lay
in a comatose condition long after all their resources had failed.
So busily engaged were the boys in their efforts at resuscitation that
they did not for a moment remember that they, themselves, might be in
danger from the same hand which had struck down the boy.
As they worked over the lad, bathing the wound with hot water and
endeavoring to force stimulating drinks between the set teeth, they did
not observe a bearded face was pressed for a moment against a window
pane. It was an evil face, and was gone on the instant.
After three hours of steady exertion, the boys relaxed their efforts and
sat down to consider the situation. They had searched the boy's
clothing, but had found nothing giving a clue to his name or residence.
"Right out of the air!" exclaimed Sandy. "If we should blunder into a
camp devoid of a mystery, we'd have to move out or die of suffocation!"
"I'd like to know who the boy is, and where he came from," Will said,
after a short pause, "but the principal question now is this: What was
in the paper that was stolen from the envelope?"
"Probably some information directed to you," suggested Tommy.
"Undoubtedly," Will answered.
"And now, instead of coming into your hands," George remarked, "the
warning, or the command, or whatever you may call it, passes over to the
man who attempted murder in order to secure it!"
"That's just the size of it!" Tommy agreed.
"It strikes me," George suggested, "that we'd better set a guard through
the rest of the night. The fellow who struck this blow may be waiting to
strike another!"
"How long were we gone from the cabin?" asked Will.
"Less than an hour," replied Sandy.
"Then, if we had at once set up a search for the assassin," Will went
on, "we might have discovered him."
"Not in a thousand years, in this wild country!" exclaimed Tommy.
Will went to the door and looked out toward the east.
"It will be daylight directly," he said, "and then we will see what can
be accomplished in the way of finding clues."
"Nix on the clue!" argued Tommy. "The gink who bumped our friend on the
cupola came after the paper. He got the paper and ducked, and that's all
there is to it! If there were any secret communications concerning our
mission in the paper, the robber got them!"
"And where does that leave us?" asked Sandy.
"Up in the air!" grumbled Tommy.
"So far as I can see," Will stated, "you boys have the situation sized
up correctly! The boy was sent here to convey certain information to me.
He made his way to the cabin before being attacked. Then he was struck
down and the important paper abstracted from the envelope."
"I've got an idea!" cried Tommy springing to his feet and walking up and
down the cabin floor. "I've got a bully idea!"
"Pass it around," advised Sandy.
"This lad wasn't followed in at all!" Tommy went on. "The man who
attacked him and stole the paper was waiting for him at this cabin! The
lad was mistaken for the boy whose name appears on the envelope, and so
he got what was meant for some one else!"
"But look here," George argued, "if the assassin was waiting here for
the boy to come, why didn't he jump us as soon as we made our
appearance?"
"That's another question I can't answer," Tommy admitted. "I might say
that the man reached the cabin and found this boy sitting here alone,
but that would be only guess work."
Will arose and walked over to the bunk where the wounded boy lay.
"Half a dozen words from his lips would settle the whole question," he
said, "but it appears to me that it will be a long time before he will
be able to speak a word. All our Boy Scout learning in the matter of
wounds is ineffective here!"
"There's one thing clear to me," George argued, "and that is that some
one in this wild region now knows more about our mission here than we do
ourselves. Of course, Will may know quite a lot regarding it," he added,
with a wink, "but, if he does, he hasn't yet confided the story to us."
"That's a hint that you get busy and tell us what we're here for,"
suggested Tommy with another wink.
"I'll tell you what I know about the matter," Will answered, "but in the
face of the fact that a more recent reading of the case is known to
exist, the chances are that any explanations I may make may prove to be
worthless."
"Can you answer a straight question?" asked Tommy.
"I think so," answered Will.
"Will you answer a straight question?" persisted the boy.
"Certainly!"
"Then answer it. What are we here for?"
"We are here," replied Will, "to secure the print of a thumb!"
"Has the shock of this incident turned your head?" asked Tommy.
"I answered the question correctly!" replied Will. "We came all the way
from Chicago to find the print of a man's right thumb!"
"Where do you expect to find it?" demanded Sandy.
"Somewhere among the mountains and glaciers," smiled Will.
"I can get all the thumb prints I want on South Clark street!" declared
Tommy. "Of course, it's fun to come out here, under any pretext
whatever, but I think Mr. Horton might have given us a more sensible
errand than that. This is worse than the trip to the coal mine!"
"Now tell us the excuse Mr. Horton gave for wanting this print of a
man's right thumb," smiled Sandy.
Will arose and went to the door. The sun was lifting through a narrow
pass in the mountains, and the creatures of the thickets and the air
were astir. A flock of water fowl was winging swiftly to the north, and
what seemed to be the keen eyes of a wolf looked out from the shelter of
the undergrowth. The air was clear and invigorating.
"Why don't you answer my question?" asked Sandy.
"Did you hear footsteps outside?" asked Will.
Sandy shook his head, but the two boys, after drawing on their
head-nets, stepped out into the glorious morning.
"There is no reason," Will decided, "why the person who attacked the boy
and stole the paper should find it necessary to leave this section
without trying to find out something more. I have an idea that whoever
injured the lad is still in this vicinity--that he will remain in this
vicinity as long as there is a prospect of his securing additional
information."
"The mosquitos will eat him up if he remains around here without proper
shelter!" Sandy suggested.
"That is one way of fighting off mosquitos," Will said, catching the boy
by the arm and pointing off to the east, where a faint line of smoke was
making its way through the still air.
"There's some kind of a camp there, all right!" exclaimed Sandy.
Tommy and George now came out of the cabin and the four boys stood for
some moments watching the column of smoke which seemed to grow more
dense every moment. While they looked, a second column appeared beside
the first.
"If we were in a Boy Scout country," Tommy exclaimed, "I should say that
was an Indian signal for help."
"In a Boy Scout country!" repeated Sandy. "If this isn't a Boy Scout
country, what is it? Every inhabitant, so far as we know, belongs to the
order!"
"Well, there's a Boy Scout call for assistance," urged Tommy, excitedly,
"and I think we'd better get a move on and see what it means!"