MORE TROUBLE
As the Cubs at the cave entrance pulled steadily on the rope, Mr.
Hatfield was forced to move briskly along to keep from being swept off
his feet. He jerked on the rope several times as an indication that he
was safe. The signal, however, seemed to be misunderstood. At any rate,
the steady pull continued.
“Come on, Brad! Dan!” Mr. Hatfield exclaimed. “They’ll be dragging you in
next.”
Already Dan had felt a tug on the rope about his waist. He and Brad
followed the Cub leader across the rock shelf to the tunnel of shallow
water.
“It’s probably getting late,” Mr. Hatfield said, splashing along. “Either
that, or something has gone wrong at the mouth of the cavern.”
As the three proceeded toward the cave entrance, the pressure on their
ropes suddenly relaxed. Evidently Mr. Holloway and the waiting Cubs now
realized that there was no need to pull the three in. However, the trio
continued toward the exit, knowing that it was too late to do any more
exploring that night.
Coming within view of the cave mouth, they paused in astonishment. The
gap between the rocks barely was discernible as a circle of light.
“Why, it’s nearly dark!” Dan exclaimed. “No wonder the Cubs decided to
haul us in!”
“We were in that cave a lot longer than we realized,” Mr. Hatfield
agreed.
Mr. Holloway and the Cubs greeted the three explorers eagerly as they
emerged from the dark hole amid the rocks. Once on the beach it was much
lighter, but the sun had set and long shadows had fallen across the
river.
“We didn’t mean to pull you out of there,” Mr. Holloway apologized. “The
truth is, we got worried. We’d had no signal, and it was getting late.”
“You did entirely right,” Mr. Hatfield assured him. “Time the Cubs are
home. Everything all right here?”
“We had one scare. It didn’t amount to much. What did you learn in the
cave?”
Mr. Hatfield described the explorations, declaring that he was almost
certain the underground stream emptied into Lake James.
“Just before we were hauled in, you made a discovery,” Dan reminded him.
“What did you see?”
“The object of our search.”
“Not the paddles?”
“One of them. The other may be there too. I was pulled in before I had a
chance to find out. The paddle I saw was back against the wall of the
cave, behind the pile of balsam.”
“How’d it get out of the pool?” Dan speculated. “Someone must have fished
it out.”
“Oh, someone’s using the cave all right,” Mr. Hatfield responded. “A
rugged individual accustomed to living out-of-doors.”
“Maybe that mysterious fellow who’s been doing the carving at the
ravine!” Red exclaimed.
“Could be,” Mr. Hatfield agreed thoughtfully. “It’s just as well we
didn’t find him at home. We’ll turn the job of eviction over to the park
authorities.”
“You mean we’re not going to have a chance to explore the cave?” Chips
demanded. “I say! Dan and Brad have all the fun.”
“There will be plenty of time to inspect the cave later on,” Mr. Hatfield
reassured him. “But routing out whoever is hiding in there isn’t our
job.”
“Mr. Hatfield’s right,” Mr. Holloway backed him up. “Anyone who would
chose to live in a cave must be either a fugitive or slightly demented.
The fellow may be armed.”
The Cubs were disappointed that they were not to be given a chance to
explore the cave for awhile. But they realized their leaders had made a
wise decision.
“You spoke about having a scare while we were in the cave,” Mr. Hatfield
reminded the Den Dad. “What happened?”
“Oh, nothing serious. As we waited, Mack thought he heard someone
prowling about in the bushes above the cave entrance.”
“I did too,” Mack insisted.
“It took us awhile to scramble up there because the rocks are steep,” Mr.
Holloway went on. “We didn’t find anyone. We had a feeling though, that
we’d been watched.”
“You probably were right about it too,” Mr. Hatfield replied. “It’s
almost certain someone is living in the cave.”
The air had grown chilly. Dan, Brad and Mr. Hatfield, whose clothing was
soaked to above the knees, had begun to feel rather uncomfortable. Mr.
Holloway proposed that they all hike back to camp as quickly as possible.
Brad and Dan, bringing up the rear of the procession, were more silent
than the other Cubs as they scrambled over the rocks to the strip of
beach.
Reflecting upon the many strange happenings of the past few days, they
were convinced that Mr. Hatfield was right in assuming that the cave had
an inhabitant.
It occurred to Dan that the man who had taken refuge there might indeed
be the medicine man sought by White Nose and Eagle Feather.
“Do you suppose that bird, whoever he is, has Professor Sarazen’s blanket
tucked away somewhere in the cave?” he mused aloud.
“I was asking myself the same thing,” replied Brad. “I sure hope we get
another chance to explore before too long. We ought to get that blanket
back before our Indian pow-wow.”
The camp near Mr. Holloway’s home was shrouded in evening shadow as the
Cubs trudged in. Heavy clouds had overspread the sky, causing darkness to
come on somewhat earlier than usual.
“I’m ashamed to have kept the Cubs so late,” Mr. Hatfield apologized. “I
hope your parents won’t be sore, fellows.”
“I’ll take everyone to town in my car,” Mr. Holloway offered. “Special
delivery service tonight.”
The Cubs quickly went about the camp, gathering up the few belongings
they had left behind. Everyone was relieved that nothing seemed to be
missing. None of the tools had been disturbed.
“All set?” Mr. Hatfield inquired, ready to leave.
“Just a minute,” called Dan. “I want to look at something.”
Brad was exasperated. “We’re late now,” he complained. “That Dan—he has
to go kiss his sand painting goodnight. He watches over it as if it were
a baby.”
“He’s done a fine job on it so far,” Mr. Holloway said warmly. “He’ll
only be a minute.”
Dan, however, was gone so long that the Cubs began to grumble.
“What’s the matter with him anyhow?” Fred muttered. “He must be caressing
every grain of sand! I’m going after him.”
“Here he comes now,” Midge observed.
Dan came quickly to the group. He plainly was very angry.
“It’s happened again!” he burst out.
“What’s happened?” Brad asked.
“My sand painting has been ruined! There was no wind to amount to
anything either! This time I know it was done deliberately.”
“Well, for crying out loud!” Red cried indignantly. “Who is pulling this
stuff? I say it’s time we get that guy and poke him in the nose!”
The Cubs and their leaders went back with Dan to view the painting. All
trace of it had been obliterated.
“Even my materials are gone this time,” Dan said bitterly. “I mixed the
colors so carefully too. I’m through!”
“We can’t blame you for feeling that way after twice losing your
picture,” Mr. Hatfield said sympathetically. “This time we may as well
forget about it, Dan. You’ve more than done your part.”
Dan remained silent for a moment, a little ashamed of his outburst.
“I suppose I could try it again,” he said after a moment. “Time’s short
though. And there’s no assurance that the sand painting wouldn’t be
ruined a third time.”
“Someone’s doing it out of meanness!” Red declared. “I still think Ross
may have a finger in it.”
“We’ve just run into bad luck, that’s all,” Brad said. “Our troubles
began when we lost the paddles and the blanket. Without a sand painting,
I guess Den 1 will outshine us in the handicraft contest. But it can’t be
helped. It’s not Dan’s fault.”
“I’m willing to start another painting,” Dan offered doggedly. “Maybe we
could set up a guard to watch.”
Mr. Hatfield opposed this suggestion. “Someone would have to stay here on
a twenty-four-hour schedule, Dan. That isn’t practical.”
“I guess not,” Dan admitted gloomily.
“We’re tired and discouraged tonight,” Mr. Hatfield resumed. “Suppose we
decide what to do about the painting tomorrow. Meanwhile, maybe Mr.
Holloway or I will have an inspiration.”
So the matter was left. As the Cubs started up the slope toward Mr.
Holloway’s home, Mr. Hatfield recalled that his hat was lying inside the
hogan. Telling the Cubs not to wait for him, he went inside to get it.
A moment later he was outside the hut again, calling excitedly to the
boys.
“Come back here a minute!” he shouted. “I want to show you something!”