THEIR TROUBLES MULTIPLY
Miss Elting and Jane McCarthy had climbed down the embankment, and,
standing at the river's edge, scanned the water with pale faces and
anxious eyes. Dark shapes drifted past them, shapes that caused them
to start apprehensively as they caught sight of them.
Nearly all of the bridge that had been on fire was now in the water.
The structure had broken off short, taking most of the fire with it
into the river. The broken end, still in the air, glowed here and
there, the glowing spots fading and dying out one by one. Of this the
two women saw nothing. They were heavy with anxiety. It did not seem
to them possible that Harriet Burrell could have escaped alive. Janus
and Jim, who had run to the river bank, were now plunging here and
there, stumbling, groping, wading or swimming about in the river to
have a look at some bit of wreckage that resembled a human form. They
believed that Harriet had been swept down to her death with the burning
bridge.
All at once Jane raised her voice in the cry of the Meadow-Brook Girls.
"Hoo-e-e-e!" she called shrilly. But no answering cry from the missing
girl relieved their suspense.
"I'm afraid we can do no more," said Miss Elting with a catch in her
voice. "Oh, why did I leave her? Why did I not insist on Harriet's
leaving that awful place with me?"
"You couldn't help it," soothed Jane. "But you mark me, Miss Elting,
Harriet is alive and sound, just like the rest of us. You leave it to
Harriet Burrell to take care of herself. I tell you it's all right.
Hoo-e-e-e-e!"
"Don't! Oh, don't!" begged the guardian.
"Why not? She'll hear me and she'll know which way to go when she
comes up from the water," answered Crazy Jane breezily. She was
putting on a brave show of cheerfulness, and somehow this cheerfulness
began to take hold of Miss Elting. Her shattered hopes began to rise;
she began to take courage even against her better judgment, which told
her that Harriet could not possibly have escaped. Even granting that
she had, they would have seen or heard from her before this.
Janus stood dripping beside them.
"Now, you ladies go back. I'll do all the looking that's necessary.
Candidly, I don't think Miss Harriet escaped. She was caught when the
old bridge fell down, but I'll keep on looking for her. I'll keep
right on looking all the rest of the night."
Jane led Miss Elting up the bank despite the protests of the guardian
that she did not wish to go, but preferred to remain where she was.
"We can do nothing here," urged Jane, more gently now. It was all that
she could do to keep from breaking down and crying, but she knew she
must keep up her courage. Besides, she was still hoping, at times
almost believing, that they would find Harriet Burrell awaiting them on
shore.
"Didn't you find her?" cried Hazel. They had climbed the steep bank
and returned to the girls.
Neither woman answered.
Margery burst forth into a loud wail. Tommy and Hazel stood in blank,
rigid silence. They could not believe that Harriet was gone. Miss
Elting sank down on a pack, while Jane stood gazing moodily off over
the sluggish river.
Janus came in a few moments behind the guardian and Jane, his arms
hanging limply at his sides, his chin lowered almost to his chest.
"I'm afraid it isn't any use to look further," he said. The little
party scarcely heard the guide. Jim had gone on up the bank. They
could hear him whistling and chirping to the missing horses to call
them to him. Then they caught the sound of a whinny and a moment later
another. The animals had heard and recognized their master. Jim
captured and haltered them with the ropes that he had brought from the
carry-all for the purpose. He then led the animals off to one side,
where he secured them to trees. The driver then walked slowly along
the bank to join the others of the party.
Suddenly Jane McCarthy cried out sharply, "Who's that?"
A series of little splashes had been heard out in the river; then, out
of the gloom, grew the dim outlines of a moving figure.
"Who is it?" cried Miss Elting, scarcely daring to trust her voice.
"It is I. What is all the excitement about?" called a familiar voice.
"Harriet!"
A chorus of screams greeted Miss Elting's cry. Four girls and their
guardian, regardless of the wetting they were receiving, rushed
helter-skelter into the river, throwing themselves upon the staggering
Harriet. They snatched her up, carrying her ashore despite her
struggles and protests. They laid her down on the packs, each trying
to do something for their companion whom they had believed to be lost.
"For goodness' sake! what is the matter?" demanded Harriet, sitting up.
"Lie still, dear," urged Miss Elting. "You will be all right in a few
moments."
"All right? There is nothing the matter with me, except that I'm wet
and cold." Harriet got up and shook herself, gazing anxiously at her
companions. "What is it, girls? Tell me!"
"Oh, Harriet, don't you know?" breathed Hazel.
"No, I don't. You are all here, aren't you?" she demanded, with a
quick glance about her.
"Yes, now we are," nodded the guardian. "Don't you understand? We
thought you had gone down with the bridge."
"Well, I did go down, but not with the bridge. What of it?"
"We thought you were dead," continued Miss Elting, her voice shaking.
Harriet looked from one to the other of her friends. "Why, you poor
dears, no wonder you looked so woe-begone. Now that it is all over, I
don't blame you for thinking so."
"Well, I swum!" muttered Janus, combing out his whiskers with the
spread fingers of his right hand.
"So did I," laughed Harriet. "That's why I'm here."
"Tell us how you escaped. Can't you see, we are hardly able to believe
that it is really you?" was Miss Elting's excited reply.
"It's myself, and no other, as Jane would say. After you had left me I
ran back to the wagon to get the blanket and cushions we had left
there. I knew the fire was near me, but I thought I had time enough to
get away from it. Suddenly I felt the bridge giving way. I was close
to the opening into which the horses fell when things began to happen,
and I made a long, desperate dive into the river, hoping to get out
from under the bridge before it fell on me. I remember seeing a great
shower of sparks falling around me as I shot through the air. I
wondered if it were the bridge that was falling with me. Then I struck
the water. I swam under the water with the current as fast as I could,
then when I thought I had gone far enough, to make it safe to rise, I
did so. I don't recall what happened after that. I must have been hit
by something, or else bumped into a timber when I rose to the surface.
It is a wonder I wasn't drowned. When I came to my senses I was slowly
drifting down stream, clinging to a piece of charred plank. I know it
was charred because I could smell it. You know how wet, burnt wood
smells? This piece of plank smelled that way."
"Nithe, appetizing odor," nodded Tommy. "Yeth? Go on."
"I did not know where I was, but I knew I was drifting downstream. I
kicked until I had headed the plank at right angles to the shore, and
remained on the plank until my feet touched bottom; then I got up and
began plodding along upstream, knowing that, sooner or later, I should
find some of you folks. I heard someone call. Was it you, Jane?"
"It was myself and no other," replied Jane
"I thought it was you. I was out of breath, so I didn't try to make
you hear me."
"Well, I swum!" ejaculated Grubb under his breath. "I never expected
to see her again."
"What of the horses?"
"Got 'em," answered the driver tersely, "Carry-all gone to the
everlasting bow-wows. What now?"
"If the ladies want to go on, we will load the stuff onto the horses
and tote them that way to the place I had already picked out for a
camp."
"How far is it?" questioned Miss Elting.
"Oh, a mile farther on, I should say."
"I fear it would not be wise to go on just now. I think it would be
better for us to make temporary camp somewhere hereabouts. We are
completely exhausted. Harriet must have a change of clothing and we
all need something warm to drink and eat. Do you know of a good place
to make camp for a little while?"
"Back about a quarter of a mile is a grove. There's a creek running
through it. That will be a good camping place."
"Please have the driver assist you in getting the equipment there.
Don't lose any time. Harriet, are you cold?"
Harriet shook her head. "I'm going to help carry the stuff to our
camp. Then I shall be sure of keeping warm. Come on, girls. Where
are the bedding packs?"
"Down there by the tree, Miss," replied Jim.
Harriet ran to the tree. "I don't find them," she called a moment
later.
Jim harried to her. He was mystified to discover that the packs were
not where he had left them.
"You didn't throw them in the river, did you, Jim?" questioned Harriet.
He declared vehemently that he had not; that he had placed them well
back from the water, and that they could not possibly have rolled into
the river. Jim announced that he was going down the shore to look for
them, just the same. This he did, starting away at a trot.
Wonderingly, and somewhat disturbed, for the bedding and the clothing
packs contained articles that could not be done without, the girls
instituted a search of their own, but found nothing. The loss of the
packs meant their return to town to purchase more supplies. No one
wished to do that, in the first place; and, in the second place, they
needed warm, dry bedding and dry clothing for use that night.
While Jim was in search of the missing equipment the girls went to work
and collected the scattered contents of some of the packs. Suddenly
there came a long-drawn shout from down shore.
"I've got 'em!"
"I thought so," nodded Miss Elting.
Jim came back lugging a pack soon thereafter. The water was running
from the pack, under whose weight the driver was staggering.
"Found them in the river," he explained. "Had drifted into a cove. So
heavy I couldn't carry more than one at a time. The other packs are
open and the stuff spread all over the cove. I gathered it up as well
as I could. You'll have to give me a rope to tie the things up, or
else bring them back in wads."
"In the river?" cried the girls in chorus.
"Well, I swum!" muttered Janus, pausing from his labors long enough to
consult his whiskers. "Things are moving kind of fast."
"Oh, this is nothing, nothing at all," laughed Crazy Jane. "You will
think things are moving after you have been out with the Meadow-Brook
Girls for a time. Things always do move when we are around. Look out
that they don't move so fast as to sweep you with them. My! but this
is a heavy pack."
The girls had taken the wet pack from Jim and were dragging it up the
bluff. Janus tied this and two other packs on the back of one horse,
then began making ready for doing the game with the other animal. By
the time he was ready, Jim had returned with still another wet bundle
of equipment.
"Our clotheth are in that pack!" wailed Tommy, as she surveyed the
bedraggled outfit. "What thhall we do?"
"Keep quiet and go on up to camp," said Margery severely.
"Come, come, girls!" urged Miss Elting, a little irritated. She had
not yet quite recovered from the shock of Harriet's disaster. How
great a shock this had been her charges had not fully realized.
The heaviest packs were soon loaded on the horses, after which Janus,
leading one animal, went ahead to pilot them to the spot chosen for a
temporary camp. Nearly half an hour was consumed in finding their way
there. The night was dark and many obstacles in the shape of rocks and
fallen trees and stumps were found in their path, and the guide's call
that they had arrived was the most welcome information the girls had
received in all that eventful day's journey.
"Here, Jim, unload these packs while I gather the wood for a fire, so
that we can see what we are doing."
"Fire!" scoffed Jim. "Little fire you will see to-night, unless you
have some matches. I haven't any. It was a bad job when I took this
contract."
"Never mind expressing opinions. I'm responsible for making a fire,
and nobody is responsible for what's happened to us on the way out
here. It is just one of those unforeseen disturbances that come to the
best regulated families," said Janus testily.
"I think I can find some wood for the fire," suggested Harriet. "I
just stumbled over a dry stick. Here it is. Is there any birch bark
here, Mr. Grubb?"
"No, but I'll fire some leaves. I've got plenty of matches," he
confided to Harriet. "I didn't tell Jim. It isn't necessary for these
fellows to know too much, you know."
"Just between ourselves," chuckled Harriet under her breath.
"Sure. I've got a daughter just your age, and she's almost as good a
campaigner as you are, though I reckon this night's doings would have
been too much for her. You don't find many such as you and your
outfit." Having expressed his opinion, Janus proceeded to his work,
and a moment later had a quantity of dry leaves ablaze.
"Now fetch on your wood. Who says Jan Grubb can't build a fire when
there isn't anything to build with?" he boasted. "Easy. Not so much
at a time. You'll press it down to the ground so the draft can't get
under it, and then your nice little fire will go out. We'll build a
roarer, then we can start a smaller one for cooking."
"I won't be sorry to eat a square meal," chuckled Jane.
"Nor I," agreed Margery, "I haven't eaten a square meal for ages."
"Be careful, girls. Don't stand so close to the fire. You will burn
your skirts," warned Miss Elting. "You will have holes in them almost
before you realize it."
Harriet had left that fire and was laying another. She called to Jane
to get the supper things ready for cooking.
"Margery, you and Hazel set the table. If you can't find a dry
blanket, simply clear away a place on the ground. We shan't be so
particular about our table this evening."
"What about it? Do we stay here all night, or are we to go on?" asked
the guide.
"I think we had better make camp for the night," decided Miss Elting.
"I reckon it would be a good idea. I'll make a line and dry out the
stuff. It's pretty wet," decided the guide.
Janus drove some stakes that he had cut down. Then, stringing a rope
between them, the two proceeded to hang up the wet bedding, which
consisted solely of soft, gray army blankets. He took the wet clothing
of the girls from the packs, hanging this on the line also, and a few
moments later the blankets and the garments were steaming. So was the
coffee pot. Bacon was the only other food put over for cooking. The
travelers were too hungry to care to wait long for their supper.
It was not long after Harriet and Jane had begun cooking the bacon
before they sounded the supper call. No one was late for supper that
night, and each sat down tired and travel-stained, but there was not a
word of complaint from either men or girls. They made merry over the
meal, made light of their misfortunes, and altogether enjoyed
themselves fully as well as if their circumstances had been different.
"What I should like to know is how those things got in the river?"
demanded Janus as the meal neared a close.
For a moment no one spoke. The guide's question was one which no
member of the little party was prepared to answer. So many unpleasant
events had occurred in such rapid succession that it was difficult to
place the cause of this latest disaster.