SETTING A TRAP.
At that there arose new exclamations of wonder, as well as of disbelief.
"Oh, come off, now," remarked Red, quite forgetting in his amazement the
respect supposed to be shown for an acting scout master, even though in
the private walks of life he might only be a fellow playmate; "you can't
expect us to swallow that, now, Elmer."
"Do you mean about the woman's height, or her age?" asked the other,
calmly.
"Why--er--both I guess," faltered Red, weakening as he saw the positive
front of the other.
"Stop and think, did you ever see any other than a short, squatty woman
among the Italian laborers? And I reckon nobody else ever did. They
carry heavy burdens on their heads, and people say that's one reason
they're always dumpy," Elmer began.
"He's right, fellows," broke out Landy; "why, I've seen a dago woman
carrying a mattress, a stove and some chairs on her head all at the same
time. Gee, looked like a two-legged moving van:"
"But see here, you notice a shelf with a few things on it, some hairpins
among the lot. It was built unusually low, so _she_ could reach it. And
what's this you see here, fellows? A piece of broken looking glass
fastened to the wall. Notice how low down it is? No man ever used that
glass, you can depend on it; and the woman who did was surely small,
wasn't she now?"
"A regular sawed-off," assented Lil Artha, emphatically.
"Elmer's sure proved his point there, fellows," declared Red Huggins,
grinning.
"But what makes you think the woman is old, Elmer?" asked Landy,
curiously.
"That's so; how in the wide world could you know such a thing without
ever seeing her?" demanded Toby.
"Nothing could be easier, fellows; see here!"
As Elmer spoke he reached out his hand and took something off the low
shelf.
Those in the room crowded around, fairly wild to follow out the clever
deduction of their young leader.
"Why, it's a comb," cried one.
"Only an old broken comb," echoed another, with a shade of uncertainty
in his voice.
"What is there about that to tell you, Elmer?" queried Red, staring
first at the article in question, and then at the smiling scout master.
"I know," burst out Matty just then.
"Tell us," pleaded several.
"Yes, throw some light on the dark mystery," added Lil Artha, "because
to the untrained eye it's all as gloomy as the inside of my pocket. A
comb, and how to tell a woman's age from that! Well, I own up beat."
"Why, it's as easy as falling off a log, or coming down in a smash when
you're first learning how to fly," Matty began.
"Hey, don't you drag me into this thing," spoke up Toby, whose many
experiments as a new beginner in the science of aviation had usually
ended in his enjoying a disastrous tumble.
"All you have to do is to examine the comb," Matty went on. "Then you'll
find that it holds a few long hairs, and, fellows, just see how gray
they are, will you?"
"Well, what d'ye think of that!" burst out Red. "And I guess we're a lot
of chumps, fellows, not to have seen through it before."
"Would a woman be among anarchists, Elmer?" demanded Toby.
"Oh, I don't know," came the reply. "Perhaps so, though not as a usual
thing. But understand that I haven't said I agreed with you altogether,
when you gave such a hard name to these people."
"Then you don't count 'em as Black Hand kidnapers, who expect to raise a
bully good sum by holding our pard, Nat Scott, for ransom?" demanded
Red.
"I've seen nothing to tell me that's the way matters stand," Elmer
commenced saying, "and several things seem to say just the opposite. The
presence of the woman, and her having such an article as this precious
string of beads don't seem to go along with such a thing as a band of
rascals."
"Yes, yes, go on, Elmer," several called out.
"We haven't found the slightest sign of a bomb factory here, or even a
book teaching how to bring about a revolution. These things make me
believe that these three men and a woman may not be such terribly hard
cases after all."
"But you believe they've got our chum, and are holding him a prisoner,
don't you, Elmer?" asked Matty.
"I do believe it," Elmer went on. "In fact I know it, because if you
look back of that empty box yonder, which they use for a table, you'll
find a hat--Nat's hat, if I'm not mistaken."
A rush was made for the box in question, and there followed a confusion
of tongues, as half a dozen fellows tried to talk at once.
"You found a hat, didn't you?" demanded Elmer.
"We sure did, and here she is," cried Red, holding up the article in
question.
"It looks like a scout's regulation hat?" Elmer remarked.
"Which nobody could deny," sang Lil Artha.
"And as every scout present has his own hat on his head right now, it
stands to reason this couldn't belong to any of us, eh, fellows?"
"To clinch the matter, Elmer," observed Matty, "if you look inside the
hat you'll find two little silver letters fastened there. The N. S.
stands for Nathaniel Scott."
"Well, that point seems proved. Nat was here. Perhaps in wandering about
he struck this place. But the indications are he was captured first, and
brought to this shack."
"But," said hasty Red, interrupting Elmer, "if you admit that these
Italians have made our pard a prisoner, how can you say they are not bad
men, thieves wanted by the officers of the law, even if not anarchists?"
"Some things I can only guess at, without being able to explain my
conviction. But, honestly, fellows, I hardly think these people are as
bad as you make out. I know blackmail is practiced over in Italy a lot.
And that one of the favorite ways to get money is to kidnap the son or
daughter of a rich man, and demand a heavy ransom. But in this case they
would hardly pick Nat Scott for a pigeon to be plucked. His father is
only a schoolmaster. There are others here who would seem to be more
attractive bait."
"Hear, hear!" cried Lil Artha, casting a meaning look in the direction
of Larry Billings, whose father, being a banker, was reckoned the
richest man in all Hickory Ridge.
"But ain't we wasting a heap of time here?" asked Red, impatient as
always to be doing something.
"That's just what I was saying to Ted here," declared Larry, whom the
meaning glance of Lil Artha had plainly rendered uneasy.
"You may think so," remarked Elmer, "but this is a case of the more
haste the less speed. I reckon it's wise for us to make sure about the
character of these Italians before we go to chasing after them. They're
an excitable lot, you know, and we might bring on trouble that could
just as well be avoided if we went slow."
Matty looked at his leader sharply.
"Say, see here, Elmer," he remarked, "you know, or anyhow you've got a
pretty good hunch, who these people are?"
"Why, yes, Italians," laughed the other.
"Now, that ain't what I mean," Matty went on. "No dodging, but own up."
"You're wrong there," Elmer said. "I don't know, and my suspicions so
far are founded on such slight evidence that I don't care to commit
myself before the whole of you--yet."
"But from what you said just now," Matty continued, "you don't seem to
agree with the rest of us when we call these Italians anarchists."
"Because there hasn't been a solitary thing to prove it. We pathfinders
must always discover some trace of the trail, or else we'd go astray.
And I've owned up that I'm more than half inclined to believe these
people are not the bad lot you'd make out."
"But they've got our chum a prisoner," said Red.
"Looks that way," assented Elmer, cheerfully.
"And honest men would never do a thing like that," declared Red.
"Oh, wouldn't they?" replied the other. "Perhaps now the shoe might be
on the other foot."
"Eh?"
"And perhaps these honest people might suspect that you three fellows in
uniform represented the great United States army about to surround
them, and make them prisoners because they had been occupying private
property here at Munsey's mill."
The scouts looked at one another, astonished. Here was a theory then
which had never appealed to them before.
"Well, I declare!" gasped Red.
"Don't it just beat the Dutch how he gets on to all these things?" said
Lil Artha.
"But, Elmer, why take poor Nat a prisoner, bottle him up so he couldn't
call for help, fetch him to this old shack, and finally carry him off
when they light out!"
It was Matty who asked this question. Elmer smiled and shook his head.
"I can figure out a lot of things," he said, "just as I can read Indian
writing; but please don't expect me to tell you what people _think_. I
only know that these Italians were surely frightened at the sudden
appearance of three fellows in khaki, and that they probably took them
for soldiers. They must have had some idea in view when they captured
Nat, and hustled him to this shack. Perhaps they only meant to hide here
until the rest of us had gone."
"And they got more scared when you sounded that bugle, I reckon,"
remarked Lil Artha.
"Yes, and then the coming of another bunch of six scouts may have made
them believe the worst was about to happen," Elmer continued.
"Say, I thought I heard low voices when I was just going to peep in that
window there, and the bugle called me back to duty," Landy spoke up.
"Yes," Elmer added; "and it may be the coming of Landy just finished
their panic. After he went away they must have vamosed the ranch in a
hurry."
"Well, all this is mighty interesting, sure," declared Red, with an
appreciative nod, "but it ain't bringing us any closer to finding our
chum Nat."
"Yes, what's the programme, Elmer?" asked Chatz. "Do we take up the
trail right away, and try to follow these heah rascals to their new
camp? You can count on all of us, suh, to do the troop credit."
"There may be another way," remarked Elmer, who seemed to be pondering
over the matter.
"Tell us about it, then, please."
"Sometimes it's the best policy to hike after an enemy as fast as you
can put. Then again, there are other times when a whole lot can be won
just by waiting for the enemy _to come to you_."
"That's so, fellows," declared Matty; "I see what Elmer means. He thinks
that if we hid out here, we'd be able to bag the whole blooming crowd
soon."
"Sounds all right in theory," admitted Red, "but for one I'd like to
know why Elmer believes that push will come back after a little."
"I only feel pretty sure on one point," explained the acting scout
master. "And that concerns the woman alone."
"Meaning, I take it, that you think they'll send her back, the cowards,
to find out whether the coast is clear," ventured Red.
"No, they will never have to send her back, fellows," Elmer went on,
positively.
"Won't, eh?" remarked Lil Artha.
"I firmly believe that once we withdraw from this same old shack the
woman will steal back of her own free will."
"To get her precious old comb, mebbe," sneered Red.
"To recover something which I guess she values above ten thousand
combs," and Elmer as he spoke held up the string of beads forming the
rosary.
"In her hurry to get away she must have forgotten all about this. But I
warrant you, fellows, she's discovered the loss by now. What follows?
She makes up her mind that she's just _got_ to return and find it, if so
be we haven't taken it from that nail where it was hanging when we came
in."
"Good! You've got things down just pat, Elmer. And then what?" asked
Matty.
"I expect to hide near by while the rest of you go noisily away. She
can't know how many came, and she'll think all have departed. Then, when
she comes in I'll make her a prisoner. Perhaps they'll be glad to
exchange Nat for their woman. Or else, if we can make her understand
that we're only toy soldiers, and mean the men no harm, she will lead us
to their hide-out."
The scouts were listening attentively, as they always did when Elmer was
talking. He possessed such a fund of interesting information that they
knew full well they could learn many useful things by trying to grasp
the ideas he advanced.