WHAT DAVY HEARD.
"You guessed right, Thad!" said Giraffe, looking toward the patrol
leader.
"About what?" demanded Step Hen.
"Why, that it'd be dangerous for us to try and stick to the old bug of a
shanty boat, with all that wind blowing," came the reply.
"Has she gone, Giraffe?" demanded Thad quickly, and the other nodded
eagerly.
"Cleaned out, as sure as anything, and not a sign of her around, as far
as I could see," he went on to explain.
"Then it must have been the great big blast that set her adrift," Davy
added, doing his best to explain the mystery. "It was enough to whip her
off the shore, with the water rising all the while. Well, that settles it
for us."
"How does it, Davy?" pleaded Bumpus.
"I mean we're Crusoes at last, and the last link binding us to our
beloved home is swept away," the other continued, for the especial
benefit of Bumpus, who was apt to take things too literally.
"Enough of that, Davy," Thad broke in with; "you know we didn't take so
much stock in that clumsy boat, after all. It's true we did talk about
cutting some long setting-poles, and trying to make the shore when the
water went down, but there will be other ways to reach the mainland when
we're ready, never you fear. Tell us about it, Giraffe."
"Why, I took my time about getting there, you see, because I knew there
wasn't any need of hurrying, as we couldn't do a thing to-day. Besides,
Thad, I wanted to look around a little on the way, and find out if there
was any sort of game on _our_ little island. Well, there is, and I
reckon, what with our guns and snares, we could keep ourselves from
starving to death for a long while."
"Good!" muttered Bumpus, as though that important statement removed a
certain dreadful fear that may have been haunting him for quite some
time.
"Yes," continued the other scout glibly, "I saw two rabbits at different
times, and a number of nut-crackers of the gray order, fine big chaps
too, that would make a fine squirrel stew, let me tell you. They must
have come out here at some time in the summer, when the water was awful
low, and this island connected with the main shore on one side by an
isthmus."
"That's the explanation, I expect," assented Allan, who was always very
much interested in all things concerning wild animal migration.
"But about the boat, Giraffe?" reminded Thad.
"Oh! yes, that's so. I started in to tell you how I found out she was
gone from that point where we left her a while back, didn't I? Well,
after I got to the place where you come right out of the woods and sight
the point I began to rub my eyes, because I couldn't believe I was seeing
straight, for there wasn't any boat on that shore at all, not the first
sign of one. Of course I knew right away what had happened, and that it
must have been the extra big squall coming out of the northwest that had
driven her off."
"Then you hurried back to bring us the news, didn't you?" continued Thad.
"Say, I just _flew_, because I thought the sooner you knew about it the
better. And so we're prisoners on the island now, without any kind of a
boat to take us off. We may have to wade or swim after the tide goes down
again."
"I don't suppose you stopped to take a look, and see if there were any
tracks around?" the patrol leader continued.
"Tracks--what of, the keel of the shanty boat?" asked Giraffe. "Oh! the
splash of the water would have washed all those out easy, so what was the
use? We know she's gone, and that covers the whole bill. By now, what
with that wind and current, if she hasn't been stove in on some rock, the
shanty boat must be five or ten miles down the river, and booming along,
all the while spinning around like a top. Whee! I'm tickled to death to
know I'm not aboard her right now."
"So say we all of us!" roared several of the scouts in unison, showing
how they felt about the matter.
"How about making a shelter?" asked Giraffe, his woodsman spirit aroused;
which remark proved that he must have been pondering over these things
while on the way to the upper end of the island and back.
"We were talking that over while you were gone," said Thad, "and came to
the conclusion that while we might try and put up some little cover good
enough for one night, which would keep the dew off, even without the use
of our ponchos, it would hardly pay us to go to any great trouble."
"But what if we have to stay out here a long time?" continued Giraffe,
whose whole manner told that he would not object in the least, as long as
the eating was fairly good; and that the Easter vacation could be
indefinitely prolonged so far as he was concerned.
"Well, we don't intend to, and that's all there is to it," Step Hen
assured him. "Of course we have to put in one night; but that ought to be
all. The river will fall nearly as fast as it rose; and already Thad's
thinking up some scheme that's going to take us ashore."
"Any wings to it, Thad?" asked Giraffe laughingly; "or shall we make a
balloon, and go flying over Cranford, to make the folks' eyes stick out
of their heads with wondering what those frisky Silver Fox scouts will be
doing next, to get themselves in the spotlight?"
"Oh! I haven't had time enough yet to get to that," Thad told him; "just
give me a chance to sleep over it first. But Step Hen is perfectly right
when he says we haven't the least intention of being cooped up here many
days. Besides, unless we do get a move on us pretty soon, we'll have to
turn back home and get ready to go to school, instead of recovering the
judge's treasured army coat for him."
"School!" repeated Bumpus; "my goodness! is there really such a place?
Why, seems to me it's been an _age_ since I recited a lesson. Just the
thought of it makes me feel sad. But if we did have to camp out here for
a couple of weeks we'd miss some hunky-dory good times in Cranford. The
barn dance comes off next week, you know. And every one of us, I reckon,
has promised to take somebody. Oh! we've just got to be home before then,
Thad. Think what Sadie Bradley'd do if you gave her the mitten; and then
how about Giraffe's roly-poly sister, Polly, Allan; are you ready to
forsake her? Perish the thought; the boys of the Silver Fox Patrol never
were quitters, were they?"
Giraffe, whatever he may have thought about staying on the island as long
as they could stand it, seeing that popular sentiment was against him,
showed enough wisdom to quiet down. Possibly he may not have been
one-half as bent on such a course himself as he made out; for Giraffe was
notoriously shrewd, and fond of playing all manner of jokes.
They lounged around, some of them engaged in accomplishing certain
things, but in the main content to lie on their blankets, with a poncho
underneath to keep the dampness off. This was on account of the fact that
they had been cheated out of considerable sleep lately, and felt the need
of it.
Later on Thad commenced to make a bough shelter, with the assistance of
several of the others. In summer time this is readily done, but when the
leaves are off most of the trees it is not so easy a task.
By selecting hemlock and other trees that would afford a dense covering
they managed by degrees to build up quite a shelter, under which they
might lie without running much risk of being wet by the dews. And after
the recent heavy storm all of the weather prophets seemed fully agreed
that the air had surely been cleared, so that another rain was not apt to
come along for some time at least.
Noon came and went.
They cooked a warm meal, thus reducing the amount of provisions on hand;
but the result was worth all the sacrifice, Giraffe and Bumpus declared,
as they lay on the ground afterward, hardly able to move on account of
the full dinner of which they had partaken.
"Three more meals like that, and then the deluge!" said Giraffe; "but who
cares for expenses? Gimme two cents' worth of gingersnaps, as the country
boy said when he wanted the girls in the store to see what a high roller
he could be. If our plans turn out O. K. we hope to be where we can buy a
dinner for hard cash by that time. No need of worrying any; keep a doin'
the smile-that-won't-come-off business. We belong to the Little Sunshine
Club, don't we, boys?"
Most of them were there in the bunch, and as usual all trying to talk at
once. Davy alone sat off to one side, and seemed to be trying to shut out
the chatter, while he wrote in his private log book an account of their
recent adventures.
"How did the grits go, Bob?" asked Bumpus, who, in order to please the
Southern boy, had prepared a kettle of fine hominy, to which the other
had certainly done full justice, if his three helpings counted for
anything.
"Simply immense, suh, and no mistake about it," came the hearty reply;
"some of you wonder how it is every Southerner loves that good old dish,
and I confess that I'm unable to supply the explanation. I only know it
fo' a fact; and that somehow they all say it seems to bring befo' their
minds' eye a picture of hanging moss, orange trees, cotton in the field,
magnolias in bloom on the green trees, and all sorts of other things
connected with the South they love."
"I don't think there's a part of this Union one-half so fond of their
section of the country as you Southerners are, Bob," Allan asserted.
"I reckon you're about right, suh, when you say that. It's always been
that way with us befo' the war and since. But Davy's beckoning to you,
Thad."
"Well, I declare, what do you think of that for pure nerve?" muttered
Giraffe, as he saw the scout in question crooking his finger, and nodding
to the patrol leader, as though asking him to come over; "if the mountain
won't come to Mahomet, he has to go to the mountain. But whatever d'ye
imagine ails Davy now? He don't look sick, and in need of medicine,
because he ate nearly as big a dinner as--well, as Bumpus here did."
"Speak for yourself, John Alden," retorted the stout boy scornfully.
Thad understood that Davy wished to say something privately, and on this
account he did not hesitate to get up and move over to where the other
was sitting with his log book in his hand.
He saw that Davy had a puzzled expression on his face, and from this
judged he had run across some sort of enigma which he wanted the patrol
leader to help him solve. As Thad was accustomed to this sort of thing,
he did not think it strange, though naturally feeling some curiosity
concerning the matter.
"Want to see me, Davy?" he asked, as he carelessly dropped alongside the
other.
"Why, we're all here, ain't we, Thad, the whole patrol I mean?" Davy
began.
"Count noses, and you'll find there are just eight of us, which covers
the bill," Thad told him.
"While you-all were talking there did you hear anything queer?" continued
Davy.
"Not that could be noticed," Thad told him. "There were times when the
boys made so much noise that it was hard for me to hear anything besides.
Did you catch any suspicious sound, Davy?"
The other immediately nodded, and went on to say, at the same time
casting a quick look all around him:
"Thad, I sure did. I was sitting here writing, and paying no attention to
what the fellows were squabbling about, when all at once it came, as
plain as anything, and right from over yonder," with which he pointed
across the island.
"Was it the bark of a dog, the mewing of a cat, the bray of a donkey, or
the neighing of a horse, Davy?" asked Thad, smiling.
"Nixey, not any of those, Thad," replied the other solemnly; "but as sure
as I'm sitting here it sounded like a shout in a human voice!"