INTO THE WILDERNESS
But the lawyer and guardian of the runaway Birdsall twins was not so
easily convinced that Agnes had found the trail of the lost Ralph and
Rowena. It seemed preposterous that the twins should have joined these
rough fisherfolk and lived with them in the ice-village.
The party from Milton waited at the village for an hour while the
lawyer cross-questioned the inhabitants. It was not that any of these
people wished to hobble Mr. Howbridge's curiosity regarding the
"stragglers," as they called the strangers who sometimes joined the
community; but nobody had considered it his or her business to
question or examine in any way the two unknown girls (if they were
girls) who had occupied Manny Cox's shack for a week.
After all, the boy, Bob, and his mates, gave the most convincing
testimony regarding the strangers. He was positive that one of the
stragglers had been a boy--a very sturdy and pugilistic one for a
twelve-year-old lad.
"And that might fit young Ralph Birdsall's reputation, as I got it
from Rodgers, the butler," said Mr. Howbridge. "Ralph has to be
stirred by Rowena to fight; but, once stirred, Rodgers says he can
fight like a wildcat."
"Why, what a horrid boy!" murmured Tess, who heard this. "I guess I'm
glad those twins didn't come with us after all."
"But, Mr. Howbridge," asked Ruth, "does it seem possible that they
could get away up here alone?"
"That is difficult to say. Nobody knows how much money they had when
they left Arlington. They might have come as far as this. If they had
wished to, I mean."
It was getting quite dark, now, and the children were tired and
hungry. The party could spend no more time at the fishing village.
They set out across the ice for Coxford.
Neale took Dot pick-a-pack and Luke shouldered Tess, although the
latter felt much embarrassed by this proceeding. Ruth had to urge her
to remain upon the collegian's shoulder.
"Really, I'm quite too big to play this way," she objected.
But she was tired--she had to admit that. Sammy made no complaint; but
his short legs were weary enough before they reached the shore.
Oil lamps on posts lit the few streets of Coxford. Most of the slab
houses looked as though the wind, with a good puff, could blow them
down. The forest came down to the edge of the village. If there should
be a forest fire on this side of the mountain range, the slab-town
would surely be destroyed.
Hedden, Mr. Howbridge's man, had prepared things here for the party,
as well as at Culberton. On the main street of the little town was
what passed for a hotel. At this time of year it was but little
patronized.
Therefore the lawyer's man had chartered the house, as well as the
family that owned it, to make the holiday vacation party comfortable
over one night.
Roaring fires, hot supper, feather beds, and plenty of woolen blankets
awaited the crowd from Milton at this backwoods hostelry. Mr. Dan
Durkin, who was the proprietor of the Coxford Hotel, and his
hospitable wife and daughters, could not do too much for the comfort
of Mr. Howbridge and his friends.
"We don't have enough strangers here in winter time to keep us in mind
of what city folks are like," the hotel-keeper declared. "When Miz'
Birdsall was alive, she and her man and the kids used to come through
here three-four times 'twixt the first snow flurries an' the spring
break-up. They liked to see their camp up there in the hills durin'
the winter. But after Miz' Birdsall died, he never came."
"And the children?" asked Mr. Howbridge, thoughtfully.
"They did come in summer," said Durkin; "but not in the winter."
"You haven't seen them of late, have you?" questioned the lawyer.
"Them twins? No. Nary hide nor hair of 'em. I tell you, ain't
nobody--scurcely--gets up here this time' o' year. 'Ceptin' a few
stragglers for the fishin', perhaps. But we don't see them here at the
hotel. We don't take in stragglers."
But he and his family, as has been said, did their very best for the
party from Milton. The young folks slept soundly, and warmly, as well,
and were really sorry to crawl out of the feather beds at seven
o'clock the next morning when they were called to get ready for
breakfast.
The cold and the long ride of the day before seemed to have done
nobody any harm. The balsam-laden air, when they went to the hotel
porch for a breath of it before breakfast, seemed to search right down
to the bottom of their lungs and invigorate them all. Surely, as Neale
had told Agnes, no tubercular germ could live in such an atmosphere.
"Just the same," said Ruth, wisely, when Agnes mentioned this
scientific statement fathered by the ex-circus boy, "you children keep
well wrapped up. What is one man's medicine is another man's poison,
Mrs. Mac often says. And it is so with germs, I guess. What will kill
one germ, another germ thrives on. A bad cold up here will be almost
sure to turn into pneumonia. So beware!"
"Don't keep talking about being sick," cried Cecile. "You are almost
as bad as Neighbor." "Neighbor" Henry Northrup lived next door to the
Shepards and their Aunt Lorena, and was Luke's very good friend.
"Neighbor is forever talking about symptoms and diseases. After a half
hour visit with him I always go home feeling as though I needed to
call the doctor for some complaint."
They made a hearty and hilarious breakfast of country fare--fried pork
and johnnycakes, with eggs and baked beans for "fillers." Mrs. MacCall
should not have tried to eat the crisply fried "crackling" as the
farmers call the pork-rind; but she did. And one of the teeth on her
upper plate snapped right off!
"Oh, dear me, Mrs. Mac!" gasped Agnes. "And not a dentist for miles
and miles, I suppose!"
"Oh, well, I can get along without that one tooth."
"My pop's got a new set of false teeth," Sammy said soberly. "He's
just got 'em--all new and shiny."
"What did he do with the old ones he had?" asked Tess, interested.
"Huh! I dunno. Throwed 'em away, I hope. Anyway," said Sammy, who had
had much experience in wearing made over clothing, "mom can't cut them
down and make me wear 'em!"
The jangling of sleighbells hurried the party through breakfast. The
little folks were first out upon the porch to look at the two pungs,
filled with straw, and each drawn by a pair of heavy horses. The
latter did not promise from their appearance a swift trip to Red Deer
Lodge; but they were undoubtedly able to draw a heavy load through the
deepest drifts in the forest.
They set out very gayly from the little lakeside town. It was not a
brilliantly sunshiny day, for a haze wrapped the mountain tops about
and was creeping down toward the ice-covered lake.
"There's a storm gathering," declared one of the men engaged to drive
the Milton party into the woods. "I reckon you folks will git about
all the snow you want for Christmas."
"At any rate, it won't be a green Christmas up here," Agnes said to
Neale, who sat beside her in the second sled. "I don't think it is
nice at all not to have plenty of snow over Christmas and New Year's."
"I'm with you there," agreed the boy. "But I'm glad I haven't got to
shovel paths through these drifts," he added, with a quick grin.
They found the tote-road, as the path was called, quite filled with
snow in some places. There were only the marks of the sleds that had
gone up two days before with the servants and baggage and
returned--these same two pungs in which the party now rode.
The drifts were packed so hard that the horses drew the sleds right
over the drifts, without breaking through more than an inch or two
with their big hoofs. In some places they could trot heavily, jerking
the sleds along at rather a good pace; but for most of the way the
road was uphill, and the horses plodded slowly.
The boys got out now and then to stretch their legs. Agnes, too,
demanded this privilege, and tramped along beside Neale after the
sleds on the uphill grades. Mainly the party was warm and comfortable,
and cheerful voices, laughter, and song rang through the spruce woods
as they traversed the forest-clad hills.
Red Deer Lodge, it proved, was a long day's journey from the lakeside
into the wilderness. Never before had the Corner House girls and their
friends visited so wild a place. But they foresaw no trouble in store
for them--not even from the gathering storm.
"Of course," Agnes said, when she was tramping on one occasion with
the boys behind the second sled, "there must be bears, and wolves, and
catamounts, and all those, in these woods in summer. But they are all
hidden away for the winter now, aren't they, Neale?"
"The bears are holed up," he granted. "But the other varmints--"
"What are those?"
"That is what Uncle Bill Sorber calls most carnivorous animals,"
laughed Neale. "Creatures that prey--"
"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" ejaculated the wide-eared Sammy. "You don't mean to
say wild animals pray, do you? I never knew they were that religious!"
"Good-_night_!" laughed Neale. "I mean those that prey on other
animals--live on 'em, you know. _Prey_ on 'em."
"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" murmured Sammy. "Just like the fleas on my bulldog,
Buster?"
"That's enough! That's enough!" groaned Neale. "No use trying to teach
this boy anything."
"Huh!" grumbled Sammy Pinkney. "They make me learn enough in school.
Don't you begin to pick on me out here in the woods, Neale O'Neil."
Just then Tom Jonah, who, his tongue hanging out, had been padding on
ahead, suddenly uttered a loud bark and leaped out of the path. He
went tearing away across the tops of the drifts and through the open
wood through which the tote-road then passed.
Out of a close-branched spruce just ahead of the big dog shot a
tawny-gray body, and a fearsome yowl drowned the barking of the dog.
But the creature that had created Tom Jonah's excitement was running
away.
"Call off that dog!" shouted the head driver. "Want him all chawed
up?"
Tess stood up and began to scream for Tom Jonah to return. The old dog
would obey her voice if no other.
"Oh! What _is_ that?" cried Ruth.
"Link," said the driver, succinctly, as the beast uttered another
angry howl which made the returning Tom Jonah turn to snarl in the
stranger's direction.
"Oh!"
"He means _lynx_," said Mr. Howbridge.
"Don't, nuther," snorted the driver. "There's only one of him, so he's
a link. If they was two or more they'd be links."
"Oh! Ah!" chuckled Luke Shepard. "And that one is now the 'missing
link.' He was making tracks for the port of 'missing links' when he
disappeared."
"He's goin' some. That dog give him a scare," admitted the driver, as
a third and more distant yowl floated back to them from the depths of
the forest.
The whole party, however, was impressed by the incident. More than Dot
were disturbed by the thought of danger.
"Just the same," the smallest Corner House girl murmured in Tess' ear.
"I'm _not_ going to throw my Alice-doll overboard, either for wolfs or
linkses--so there!"