A STERN CHASE
For a certain distance Jet could walk through the fringe of bushes
growing at the water's edge, enabled to see the boat and its occupants
distinctly, and then a bit of marsh or small stream would force him to
a detour of a mile or more.
"At this rate, I'm making about three times the distance they have to,"
he said, as he staggered across a shallow water-course so laden with
the provisions, and the gun that he could not hold the branches back
from his face, and thus received many a severe blow. "Most likely the
next time I get to the edge of the lake they will be behind one of
those islands, and then what's to be done?"
The catastrophe he feared did not occur quite as soon as he feared,
although it came finally.
Twice more he saw the little craft, Sam rowing and Bob steering, and
then she had disappeared.
By this time he was so near the outlet of the lake that it was
impossible to say whether the men had crossed over into Upper Saranac,
or were making camp near by.
During half an hour Jet sat concealed by the bushes where he could have
a full view of the water, and no sign of life met his anxious gaze.
The only benefit derived from this halt was that he had lightened the
bundle of provisions by making a hearty meal from a portion of its
contents, and enjoyed the repose.
"There's no question but that they have either gone into camp on one of
the islands, or kept on through the stream," he said, as he rose to his
feet; "but I declare I don't know which way to turn."
He finally decided to walk to the outlet, scanning the shores of the
island as he passed, and, failing in seeing any signs there, continue
on until nightfall.
He tramped steadily for an hour without finding that for which he
sought, and by this time was at the carry with the gloom of night
settling rapidly around him.
Added to the desolateness of the situation was the sorrow caused by the
belief that he had lost the trail at the very time when allowing Harvey
to believe the men were where they could be arrested without difficulty.
"If I hadn't sent that telegram," he thought, mournfully, "Jim would
have been here to help keep them in sight, or, if we lost them entirely
as I have done, he'd have some sort of an idea where they went to."
The thought of the small guide gave him a new idea.
"I'll go back to our camp, if it takes all night," he said, resolutely,
turning his face in the direction he believed it was located. "We can
come down in the boat and find out whether they stopped on one of the
islands."
Now he walked rapidly, in order to cover as much ground as possible
before it grew so dark as to shut out surrounding objects from view.
Weary as he was, and owing to the broken ground, his progress was
exceedingly slow, and night had fully shut her black curtain down
before he reached the edge of the lake.
Then he was forced to proceed at a snail's pace, lest he inadvertantly
walked into one of the small streams; but he continued manfully on
until it was no longer possible to take another step.
Now came the alarming knowledge that he was lost.
Had he been going in the right direction he should have reached the
lake before sunset, and it could not then be less than nine o'clock.
He was no longer able to find the stream which had served him as guide,
and stretched himself on the ground at the foot of a gigantic tree
feeling as if it made but little difference whether he ever arose again
or not.
In utter despair he remained silent and motionless until slumber came
to his relief, and he remained wrapped in blissful unconsciousness for
several hours.
When he awoke it was yet dark, and he was benumbed with the chill which
came from the damp earth.
"There's no need of freezing to death, if I am lost," he said to
himself. "Things are so bad now that they can't be much worse, and I
may as well make the best of a bad bargain."
By feeling carefully around he succeeded in getting together a small
quantity of decaying wood, and this he lighted after some difficulty.
"It's lucky I had to cook dinner to-day, or I shouldn't have had a
match." he said, grimly, as he sat about gathering more fuel.
In a short time he had a cheerful blaze, and the warmth, which was so
grateful, served to revive his courage.
Slowly the hours passed.
Now and then he fell into a light slumber, but only for a few moments
at a time, and it seemed as if forty hours must have elapsed before the
sun lightened the sky again.
Toasting some of the crackers on the coals, and refreshing himself with
water from a tiny stream, he made ready to continue his search.
Now he took his bearings carefully, with the sun as a guide, and,
knowing the lake must lie to the west, pushed straight across the
wilderness.
One, two, three hours, and then his heart was made glad by a glimpse of
the water.
Never had anything looked as beautiful as did the lake at that moment.
He ran to the bank, and looked out through the bushes.
He was nearly opposite the islands, at the exact spot where the trail
was lost on the previous afternoon.
To reach the camp it would be necessary to travel the greater portion
of the day, and the important question was as to whether Jim would
remain quietly there until he returned.
"There's no use thinking about it; I've got to take the chances," he
said, resolutely to himself, and the weary march was resumed.
More than once before the journey came to an end was he tempted to give
himself up to the rest he so sadly needed; but the thought that he
might be forced to spend another night in the woods alone without a
shelter, prevented him from giving way.
The last of the provisions were eaten for dinner.
A halt of half an hour was indulged in, and then he trudged forward
once more, traveling a trifle more easily since one of his hands was
now free.
It was late in the afternoon when he finally arrived within sight of
the encampment; but there were no signs of Jim.
Before reaching the shanty he shouted loudly, receiving no reply, save
the mocking echoes.
Now he ran the short distance remaining, and looked around eagerly.
Everything was apparently as he had left them. The notice was still
fastened to the trunk of the tree.
The store of provisions was untouched, and he went to the water's edge.
The boat had not been launched, and this in itself was sufficient to
show the small guide had not returned.
It was time he arrived, even supposing he remained over night at his
home, as had been intimated, and the only reason for delay which he
could imagine was that the young gentleman's parents refused to let him
continue the hunting trip.
If that had been the case it seemed strange he did not come back to let
Jet know he could no longer act as guide and assistant detective.
Thoroughly disheartened Jet threw himself on the ground near the front
of the shanty, trying to decide what he could do; when the sound as of
some person forcing his way through the underbrush caused a look of joy
to come over his face.
An instant later it was replaced by one of disappointment.
Instead of seeing Jim as he had hoped, a very disreputable-looking
stranger came from the direction of the upper carry, approaching Jet
with a careless "Howdy?"
"Good afternoon," Jet responded.
"Out here on a fishin' trip, eh?"
"Yes, something of that sort."
"Been 'round long?"
"A few days."
"I reckon you don't want to hire a good guide, who can beat any one in
this section cooking, eh?"
"No, and I haven't got the money if I did want to."
"I'd go mighty cheap seein's how business is dull."
Jet shook his head.
"Well, there's no harm done. I don't reckon you'd kick agin givin' a
feller a bite, eh?"
"Help yourself; the provisions are under the boat."
The stranger proceeded to overhaul the outfit in the most
matter-of-fact way possible, even grumbling because certain articles he
evidently expected were not to be found.
"How would it do, if I got up a dinner for both of us?" he finally
asked.
"All right, go ahead."
It made very little difference to Jet what the fellow did so long as he
left him free to think the matter over, and he paid no attention to his
movements.
After an hour had passed the stranger invited Jet to "fill up" from his
own stock of provisions, and as he accepted the invitation the boy
discovered that whatever this man might think of his abilities, he was
certainly a very poor cook.
"I'd a-done better if you'd had more stuff," he said,
half-apologetically, and then he began an attack on the food which
speedily emptied the dishes.
The visitor made no move toward clearing away the cooking utensils; but
leaving them where they were last used, proceeded to fill his pipe.
Then he stretched himself out inside the shanty, and took, as he said,
"solid enjoyment."
"I allow there's no reason why I can't stay here till morning, eh?"
Much as Jet disliked the proposed companionship, he could not well
refuse the request, therefore he gave consent with rather an ill-will.
"Seen anybody else huntin' 'round here?" the fellow asked, after a
pause.
"There were two men camping down there a bit, but they left yesterday."
"When did they come?"
"Three or four days ago."
"Do you know where they went?"
Jet fervently wished he did; but he simply answered "no."
The visitor appeared deeply interested in these men; but his host
showed such a disinclination to talk that he finally relapsed into
silence.
Jet soon fell asleep, and was so tired that he did not awaken again
until an hour or more after sunrise.
To his delight the stranger was no longer, there.
He glanced around leisurely, and to his surprise found that more than
the man had disappeared.
The boat, his gun, the store of provisions, and even the pot and
frying-pan had taken their departure.
"The thief!" he cried, leaping to his feet, and then a thought which
was little less than an inspiration came to him.
"He is one of Bob's gang. That is why he wanted to know so much when I
spoke of two men. Jabe probably told him where Bob and Sam were bound
for, and he came here hunting them."