The Straw Ride
After dinner that day Barry hunted up Kent and the twins and told them
what he had in mind. They fell in readily with his plan and were
enthusiastic regarding the delay in the opening of school.
“Too bad we didn’t know that before we came home,” Tim remarked. “We
could have stayed on, and perhaps we would have run down the evil spirit
of the lodge.”
“Yes, that’s so,” Barry agreed. “But this is the next best thing. As a
matter of fact, it may work out better. Every time that a crowd goes to
the lodge, something happens, and we may make the spook play right into
our hands.”
“We’re taking quite a chance,” Kent shook his head. “I’m just wondering
if the prowler comes out on the first night or if he waits for the
second or third. We may not be troubled in any way.”
“I know it is a long chance,” Barry agreed. “But we won’t lose anything
if nothing happens.”
“You say we ought to stay overnight,” Mac spoke up. “Will the bunch do
it? They may not want to go to Bluff Lodge in the first place.”
“I’m going to see Charlie Black and try and make him enthusiastic,”
Barry smiled. “Then he’ll get the others in the same frame of mind. I
think we can work it.”
His chums having agreed to the program, Barry went to the home of the
dashing Charlie, whom he found in his den. The popular high-school
debater was practising on a cornet when Barry entered the room.
“Hi!” greeted the cornetist, hastily lowering the shining instrument.
“Come in! But as the sign over the doorway to the lower regions says,
‘Abandon hope, all ye that enter here.’”
“I’ve abandoned all hope of hearing any real music,” Barry grinned.
“What are you trying to blow that thing for?”
“Music,” was the brisk answer.
“You’re pretty good at chin music,” Barry replied. “I don’t see why you
want to blow a horn. But that is neither here nor there. I came to see
you about our straw ride.”
The cornet was tossed with unerring aim into a waste basket, where a
pile of crumpled paper broke its fall. Charlie spun fully around in his
chair.
“Listen! Fifteen of us are going, counting you and Kent and the Ford
boys. There may be others, too. I’ll see Coach and Mrs. Jordan tonight
and see if they’ll go along. How’s that for progress?”
“Wonderful!” Barry admitted. “You’re a great organizer, Charlie. Where
are we going on this ride?”
“I still have Potter’s Mill in mind. What do you think?—Oh, that’s my
dog. I call him Castor Oil!”
A large, flop-eared animal had come bounding into the den and jumped up
on the leather couch where Barry was sitting. Before the boy could move,
the dog had shot out a big red tongue and licked his face. Barry ducked
and hastily brushed his hand over his cheek.
“Get down, Castor!” commanded Charlie, sternly, and the dog obeyed in a
clumsy manner.
“What do you call him Castor Oil for?” Barry demanded.
“Because he is a big nuisance, follows me around and jumps on people.
He’s about as welcome as Castor Oil. I don’t like to take him places.
One day I was thinking up a name for him, and at the same time I was
thinking that I didn’t like to take him around with me. I tried to think
of something else I don’t like to take, and then the name just came by
itself, somehow. Good name, eh?”
“Well, about the kind of name I’d expect you to give,” grunted Barry.
“But to get back to business, how about taking our party up to Bluff
Lodge, on Lake Arrowtip? It is a dandy place, and we could stay all
night. I got permission from Mrs. Morganson to use the lodge, if we want
to.”
“Humph! That’s the haunted house, isn’t it?”
“Well, the four of us camped in it a few days, and there is nothing the
matter with us,” Barry replied.
“That sounds like a good place to go,” Charlie nodded, gently pulling
the big ears of the dog with the questionable name. “What kind of a
looking place is it?”
Barry described the lodge to him, and Charlie was enthusiastic. “Say,
that will be a dandy place. Fireplaces and stoves and bedrooms and all.
But we’d have to stay overnight, wouldn’t we?”
“Yes, but we wouldn’t mind that. Coach and Mrs. Jordan will be along,
and there is plenty of room for us all. We can take enough for our
supper and breakfast the following morning. How are you going to go?”
“In sleighs,” Charlie returned. “It is an easy matter to get hold of
sleighs. Of course, it isn’t much of a straw ride when you take it in a
sleigh. I’ve always thought of a straw or a hay ride as one where you go
in a truck or a big wagon, with straw on the bottom.”
“It doesn’t make any difference,” said Barry. “As far as that goes, we
can put straw on the bottom of the sleighs. So you agree to the lodge
proposition?”
“Sure thing! You ask all of them you see if they’ll stay overnight, and
I’ll do the same. We’ll make this a dandy outing. Say, want to hear a
little music on my new cornet?”
“I don’t care. My nerves are in pretty good order today!”
“Castor Oil’s aren’t,” replied Charlie, as he took the instrument from
the waste basket. “He howls every time I go at it.”
After leaving Charlie Black’s house Barry started home, intending to
stop and see some of the boys who were going on the ride. As he came to
a certain corner he heard the noise of an oncoming car, and as it was
traveling at a fast pace, he paused on the curbing and let it rush past
him. Glancing at the driver, he saw that it was Carter Wolf and one
companion. They looked at him, but nothing was said, and the car passed
on.
“So he is back from Rake Island,” Barry reflected, as he went on.
That night at the supper table Pearl spoke about the contemplated trip.
“I hear that we are going to stay overnight at Bluff Lodge, Barry. Did
you plan that?”
“Yes,” her brother nodded. “I didn’t know that anyone except seniors
were going.”
“Just a few,” Pearl answered. “I’m one of the lucky ones. I hope we
don’t see that black shadow or anything!”
“What is the idea of going up there, son?” Mr. Garrison asked.
“Two reasons, Dad,” his son replied. “One is that the place is ideal for
an overnight trip, and another is that we hope to draw the man out and
perhaps get a chance to nail him. The twins and Kent and I will be on
the lookout.” He turned to his sister. “Pearl, please don’t tell anyone
about that black shadow or anything else. We want the whole thing kept
absolutely quiet so that we can do something if we get the opportunity.”
“I won’t breathe a word, Barry, and I’ll even try not to look scared,”
his sister promised.
“That’s a big job for you boys.” Mr. Garrison shook his head,
doubtfully.
“I’m afraid you’ll get hurt,” his mother worried.
“I don’t think so,” was Barry’s reply. “After all, nothing may happen.
No one may come around. Besides that, Coach Jordan will be with us, and
so will a number of the other fellows, so we ought not to have any
difficulty.”
Plans for the straw ride went forward in a satisfactory manner. Charlie
Black took it upon himself to see everyone who could possibly go from
the upper class, and in the end sixteen of the young people of
Cloverfield High School consented to go and spend a night at Bluff
Lodge. Of these sixteen, nine were girls and seven of them boys. The
other two members of the sleigh party were the popular football coach
and his wife, both of whom were young and in sympathy with the fun of
the young people. It had been agreed that each one was to bring a
certain item of the provisions to be used on the trip, and at last
everything was in readiness.
On the night before they were to start, the four chums attended a
motion-picture show, and when they came out they were surprised to see
that it was snowing. They halted outside the bulk of the crowd and
waited for Charlie to join them. They had seen him wave from the steps
of the theater.
“The little chairman wants us,” Kent remarked. “Let’s see what he has in
mind now.”
“This snow will make our trip a pretty one, if it doesn’t get too deep,”
Barry said, as they waited.
“It won’t turn into a blizzard,” Tim felt sure.
“What is all that arm-waving about?” Mac asked Charlie as he joined the
group.
Charlie looked all around them in a mysterious way. “Have you fellows
heard anything?” he asked.
“I’ve heard a whole lot of things, but maybe not what you mean,” smiled
Barry. “What’s up?”
“Why, I heard that Carter Wolf and his crowd are going to try and break
into our party, or break it up, or something. You know, there has been a
lot of talking about our trip, and he heard it. He says he and some
friends were shot at one night near that lodge, and that you fellows
know very well that it is haunted.”
“Just the same, we’re not afraid to go up there,” Kent replied.
“Somebody did shoot at him near the lodge, but it wasn’t us. I hope he
doesn’t spoil our party by scaring any of the fellows or girls.”
“It won’t scare them,” Charlie cried. “They’ll only want to go all the
more. But we had better keep our eyes open for any monkey business from
Wolf and some of his bunch.”
“We will,” Barry promised.
On the following day the straw-ride party started for Bluff Lodge. The
sleighs all came together at Kent’s house, and after they were all in
their places, the procession started. In the foremost sled sat the
chairman, and beside him, between Charlie and Barry, Castor Oil reared
his big head.
“Couldn’t keep him at home,” Charlie explained. “I didn’t want to take
him.”
It was a fairly long journey to the lodge, and so they started at
noontime. By road it was much shorter than by going up the river. It was
a clear, cold day, and they enjoyed the swift motion of the sleighs.
Talk and laughter ran high, and they called jokingly from sled to sled.
It was late in the afternoon and dusk was just spreading across the lake
country when they emerged from the timber and came in sight of the lodge
building.
“Hurrah, we’re here!” shouted Charlie, thumping Castor Oil, who barked
in protest.
“So that is the haunted lodge?” a girl in the second sled cried. “I
wonder if we’ll see the ghost!”