A FIGHT WITH TWO WILDCATS
The doctor's son and Giant listened with interest to what their chum
had to say.
"What makes you think it was the hermit?" asked Shep.
"Because of this bit of red handkerchief. Whopper said he saw such
a bandanna around the wild man's neck or head."
"Gracious! so we did!" cried the doctor's son. "I had forgotten
about it. But do you think that wild creature took my watch?" he
added anxiously.
"Yes, unless you lost it on the way here."
"I didn't lose it before I went to sleep, for I wound it up, same
as I do every night before retiring."
"Let us take a look around for it," suggested Giant.
A keen search was made, but nothing that looked like a watch could
be located anywhere. Then, as they were a bit cold, the boys
renewed the fire, thus adding to the light.
"If that wild man, or whatever he is, took my watch I want it back,"
declared the doctor's son.
"Do you think he'd take it to that cabin in the woods with him?"
questioned Giant.
"More than likely."
"That must be a good way from here."
"It is. But you would want the watch if it was yours."
"Of course."
The boys talked the matter over for a quarter of an hour and then
laid down to sleep once more, leaving the camp fire burning brightly.
But the doctor's son could not slumber soundly, for his thoughts
were on his missing timepiece, which had been a present and a
valuable one.
They were up at sunrise, and then another consultation was had.
"I'd like to look for the watch," said Snap. "But if we don't
get back to camp Whopper and Tommy will worry about us---and there
is no telling what the Spink crowd will do in our absence."
"I suppose if that hermit has it the watch will be safe for a day
or two," answered the doctor's son thoughtfully. "We might go
back to the camp first and then make a trip to the cabin in the
woods."
So it was decided, and after a hasty breakfast they set off in the
direction of the Windy Mountains. They took the same trail as
before, and on the walk kept their eyes open for game. They
managed to bring down two grouse and a squirrel, but that was
all. They reached camp an hour after sundown, much to the
satisfaction of Whopper and Tommy, who came to meet them.
"Gosh! but I am tired!" said Snap as he threw his burden on the
ground. "I feel as if I wanted to rest for a week!"
"A good night's sleep will make you change your mind," answered
the doctor's son.
Supper was ready for them, and they sat down gladly and partook
of the things provided. During the day, to pass the time, Whopper
and Tommy had baked a big pan of beans and another of biscuits,
and both were good. They had also tried their hand at baking
some cake, but this was a little burned. Yet the boys ate it and
declared it was all right. At home it might have been different,
but when one is out in the woods, and doing one's own cooking---well,
there is no use in finding fault, that's all.
Whopper and Tommy listened with interest to what the others had to
tell about the Spink crowd and about the midnight visitor. They
laughed heartily over what had been done to the rowboat, and were
serious over the loss of Shep's watch.
"I'd be afraid to meet that wild man," said Tommy. "Why, there is
no telling what he would do if he was cornered."
"That is true," answered Shep. "Of course we can take our guns,
but I'd hate to shoot anybody, even if it seemed necessary."
"Maybe he'll give in if we point our guns at him," suggested Whopper.
"But I hardly think so. He may be as crazy as they make 'em and
afraid of nothing."
"Well, I'll think it over," answered the doctor's son thoughtfully.
He did not wish to expose his chums to danger, nor did he wish to
get into trouble himself. Yet he felt the loss of the timepiece
keenly.
The young hunters looked for a visit from the Spink crowd the next
day, but it did not come. Instead, it rained, and they had to keep
in the tent most of the time. But it cleared during the night, and
the days to follow were ideal.
Sunday passed, and on Monday Shep, Snap and Whopper went out on
a hunt, leaving Giant and Tommy in charge of the camp. Giant
declared he was going to take and develop some photographs, using
a daylight tank instead of a dark room for the latter process.
It had been decided that some of the party should visit the lonely
cabin in the woods later in the week.
The boys had seen some traces of wild beasts up the mountain side,
and thither they directed their steps, keeping their eyes and ears
on the alert as they proceeded. They had scarcely covered a quarter
of a mile when they came upon the mutilated remains of a mink.
"Hello! what do you make of this?" cried Snap as he pointed it out.
"A mink, and some other wild beast killed it," said Whopper.
"Do you suppose it was a bear?" asked Snap.
"No; most likely a wildcat, or a big fox or wolf."
"Let's go after 'em!"
"They are no good for game---and that is what we are after."
"We might get some good photographs."
"That's so---I never thought of that!"
Filled with the idea of taking some pictures that might prove of
value, the boys hurried on through the woods and up the side of the
mountain. Shep cautioned the others to move as silently as possible,
so hardly a word was said.
It was almost noon when they came to a flat spot, where there was
something of a clearing. Here there was a spring and a pool, and a
fallen tree lay across both.
"Wait!" whispered the doctor's son. "I think I see something!"
The others halted, and Shep advanced with increased caution, bringing
his camera to the front as he did so.
The next instant he saw a sight that filled him with interest and
pleasure. On the fallen tree spanning the pool rested two wildcats,
mates, facing each other. Both had their eyes closed and were
evidently asleep.
He motioned for the others to come up, and in a few seconds all
were ready to take pictures. The background was perfect, and
they felt this would be one of the finest subjects yet obtained.
Hardly daring to breathe, one after another of the boys clicked
the shutter of his camera and the negatives were taken. Then
they swung their cameras back and brought forward their shotguns.
As they did this one of the wildcats suddenly opened its eyes
and looked around. On the instant it let out a cry of rage and
its back commenced to bristle. Then the other wildcat leaped
from the tree to the ground and crouched as if for a spring.
"Fire!" came the command from the doctor's son, but this was not
necessary, for both Snap and Whopper blazed away as quickly as
they could. The wildcat on the tree was hit and fell over into
the pool with a loud splash. The other wildcat made a leap for
Snap and hit him in the shoulder.
"Shoot him! shoot him!" yelled Snap in terror, and did what he
could to keep the beast from reaching his breast and throat.
"Can't shoot---might hit you!" answered the doctor's son, but
then he came up on the side and blazed away at close quarters,
hitting the wildcat in the left hind leg. This caused the animal
to drop to the ground, where it twisted and turned so quickly
that the eyes of the young hunters could scarcely follow it.
The other wildcat had by this time climbed out of the pool. It
gave itself a vigorous shake and turned as if to limp away. But
then it espied its mate and stopped, as if calculating on what
to do next.
"Shoot 'em!" sang out Whopper, and discharged his gun a second
time. He hit the second wildcat in the back, but the wounds were
not serious and the beast still thrashed around, snapping and
snarling in a fashion that would have frightened any hunter.
The shot from the gun awakened the fury of the first wildcat, and
crouching low it came toward Whopper step by step, its two eyes
glowing like tiny electric lights. Whopper tried to run, but he
was fascinated by the sight and too much overcome to move a step.
"Look out, Whopper!" screamed Snap, and then he raised his own gun
to take another shot. But the hammer merely clicked. He tried it
again, in increased haste, and as a consequence shot wild, the
charge going over the wildcat's head.
Then the wildcat made a leap, striking Whopper and hurling him
over backward. As he went down the second wildcat lurched itself
forward, and in a twinkling both were on the young hunter, snapping
and snarling as though about to eat him up!