ROWDY
About the time Neale O'Neil was asking his very pertinent question
about the whereabouts of Sammy and Tess and Dot, that trio had
stopped, breathless and not a little frightened, in a big drift at
what seemed the bottom of a deep hole.
The snow swirled about them so, and they seemed to have come so far
down from the place where they had pushed off on the sled, that they
believed it was a deep hole; and there seemed no possibility of
getting out of it.
"I--I guess," quavered Dot, "that we'll just have to lie right down
here and let the snow cover us all--all up."
"I do wish, child, when you get into trouble that you wouldn't give up
all hope, right first off!" exclaimed Tess, rather exasperated at her
sister. "Of course we are not going to give up and lie down in this
snow."
"Of course not!" echoed Sammy Pinkney.
Nevertheless, Sammy experienced a chill up and down his spine, and the
short hairs at the back of his neck stiffened. It was borne upon his
mind all of a sudden that they were lost--utterly lost! He could not
understand how they had got off of the straight path to Red Deer
Lodge; but he was very sure that they had done so and, as far as he
knew, they were miles and miles away from that shelter and from their
friends.
Yet there seemed nothing to do but keep on through the snow--as long
as they could press forward. Tess was quite as plucky as he made
believe to be. And they could haul Dot a little way at a time on the
sled.
"But we're going on, Sammy, without getting anywhere," was Tess' very
wise observation. "I think we ought to scrouge down under something
until the snow stops."
"Just like the Babes in the Woods," wailed Dot, who knew all the
nursery stories.
"Do be still!" cried her sister, quite tartly. "Sammy and I are going
to find you a nice place to stop, Dot."
"Well, I hope it's a place with a fire in it, 'cause I'm cold,"
complained the smallest Corner House girl.
They all wished for a fire and shelter, but the older ones feared with
reason that both comforts would not be immediately found. Sammy had
not ventured forth this time prepared for all emergencies, as he had
the time that Dot and he ran away to sail piratically the canal. He
had no means of making a fire, even if he could find fuel.
Sammy was not without fertility of ideas, however; and these to a
practical end. It must never be said of him, when the lost party got
back to Red Deer Lodge, that he had not done his duty toward his
companions.
He saw that the lower branches of some of the big spruce trees swept
the snow--indeed, their ends were drifted over in places. Under those
trees were shelters that would break both the wind and the snow. He
said this to Tess, and she agreed.
"But we must keep a hole open to look out of," she said. "Otherwise we
won't see the folks when they come hunting for us."
"Je-ru-sa-_lem_! If they come along this road while it's snowing like
this lookin' for us, we'd never see 'em," muttered the boy.
But he kept this opinion to himself. Vigorous action claimed Sammy
Pinkney almost immediately. While Dot "sniffled," as he called it, on
the half-buried sled, Sammy started to dig under the boughs of a tree
near at hand.
The wind seemed to be less boisterous here, but the snow was drifting
rapidly. Back of the tree the steep hillside rose abruptly, somewhat
sheltering the spot.
Sammy burrowed through the drift like a dog seeking a rabbit. He found
a way between two branches of the spruce, over which the snow had
packed hard at a previous fall. He had to break away fronds of the
tough branches to open a hole into the dark interior.
"Come on!" he shouted, half smothered by the snow he was pawing out.
"Here's a hole."
"Oh, Sammy! suppose there should be something in there?" gasped Tess,
her lips close to his ear.
At this suggestion Master Sammy drew back with some precipitation.
"Aw, Tess! what d'you want to say such things to a feller for?" he
growled. "If there is anything in there we'll find it out soon
enough."
Dot's sharp ears had heard something of this. She shrieked:
"Oh! Is it mice? I hm afraid of mice, and I won't go in there till you
drive them all out, Sammy."
"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" murmured Sammy, with vast disgust. "Don't girls beat
everything?"
"I don't care! I don't like mice," reiterated the smallest Corner
House girl.
"Huh!" declared Sammy, wickedly, "maybe there'll be wolves under
there."
"Wolfs? Well, I haven't my Alice-doll here, so I don't care about
wolfs. But mice I am afraid of!"
At that Sammy took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and dived out of
sight. He found that there was quite a sharp incline over hard snow to
the bottom of the hole. All around the trunk of the tree, and next to
it, was bare, hard ground. It made a roomy shelter, and it was just as
warm as any house could be without a fire.
There was a quantity of dry and dead branches under here to scratch
him and tear at his clothing. Sammy broke these off as he crawled
around the tree, making the way less difficult for the little girls
when they should enter.
A little light entered by the hole down which he had plunged. It made
the interior of the strange shelter of a murky brownness, not at all
helpful in "seeing things."
Sammy was quite sure there was no wolf housed in here; but about the
mice or other small rodents he was not so sure.
However, he called to the little girls cheerfully to come down, and
Dot immediately scrambled in, feet first. Tess followed her sister
with less precipitation. Like Sammy, she felt the burden of their
situation much more than did Dot. "Sufficient unto the day is the evil
thereof," was Dot's opinion.
Sammy crawled out again and rescued the sled which was already buried
in the snow. He dragged it to the opening and left it right over the
hole so as to keep the snow from drifting in upon them.
"But it makes it so dark, Sammy!" said Tess, a little sharply.
"Wait a while. You can see better pretty soon. Your eyes get used to
the dark--just like you went down cellar at night for a hod of coal."
"Oh, I wouldn't!" declared Dot. "But I'm not afraid of the dark. It's
nothing you can feel."
So they were very cozy and fairly warm under the tree. Soon the snow
had heaped so thickly over the mouth of their shelter that they could
not even hear the wind.
They had eaten a good lunch. Sammy had some nuts in his pockets. It
was now about four o'clock. They were not likely to suffer for
anything needful for some time. And, of course, neither of the three
thought that their stay under the spruce tree would be for long.
"If the snow doesn't stop pretty soon, and so we can get out and find
the way home, Neale O'Neil and Aggie will come for us," Dot said, with
considerable cheerfulness for her. "I'm all warm now, and I don't
care."
Sammy did not feel altogether as sure that they would escape from the
difficulty so easily; but he did not openly express his belief. He
was, like the little girls, glad to have found shelter. With
provisions and a fire, he said, they could stay here like Crusoes.
"You know, Robinson Crusoe lived in a cave, and in a hut. And he was
all alone till he got some goats and a Man Friday."
"We might have brought Billy Bumps along," said Dot thoughtfully.
"I guess I wouldn't want to live with an old goat," Tess observed,
with scorn.
They had no means of measuring the passage of time, and of course it
seemed that "hours and hours" must have passed before Sammy tried to
look out through the opening the first time.
And this was no easy work. The snow had gathered so quickly and packed
down so hard upon the sled that the boy could scarcely raise it.
Finally, by backing under the sled and rising up with it on his
shoulders, the sturdy little fellow broke through the drift.
"I got it!" he shouted back to Tess and Dot. "But, oh, Je-ru-sa-_lem_!
ain't it snowin' though? Bet it never snowed so hard before. I guess
we'll have to stay here till they dig us out."
"Oh, Sammy! All night?" gasped Dot.
"Well, I don't know about that. But until this old snow stops,
anyway."
He, nor the little girls, scarcely appreciated the fact that the worst
blizzard of the winter had broken over that territory, and that trails
and paths were being utterly obliterated. The keenest scented dog, and
the most experienced woodsman, could not have traced the three
children to their present shelter.
Sammy came in and fixed the sled again to keep out the snow. He felt
pretty serious--for him. Sammy Pinkney was not in the habit of looking
for the worst to happen. Quite the contrary.
Yet he could not throw off anxiety as easily as Dot could. As long as
she was not hungry, and was warm, the smallest Corner House girl felt
quite cheerful.
They could see a little better in their cozy nest now, and being
assured that there were no mice, thought of other wild creatures of
the forest did not disturb Dot Kenway.
"Let's play something," said Dot. "Cum-ge-cum!"
"What do you come by?" asked Tess quickly. This was an old, old game
of guessing that Aunt Sarah Maltby had taught the little folks.
"I come by the letter 'S,'" declared Dot.
"Snow," guessed Sammy promptly.
"No."
"It's got to be the 'nitial of something in this--this house," Tess
observed. "Shoes, Dottie?"
"No. 'Tisn't shoes. And 'tis in the house--if you call this a house."
"Shirt," Sammy declared.
"Nopy!"
"Sled?" guessed Tess.
"No, it is not 'sled,'" said the littlest girl.
"Stockin's?" suggested Sammy. "I've got a hole in one o' mine. Feels
like my big toe was stranglin' to death, so it does."
"S-s-s--"
"Oh, stop!" shrieked Dot suddenly. "What's that at the door?"
The two little girls shrieked again and scrambled behind the trunk of
the tree. Sammy was just as scared as a child could be, but he sat
right where he was and watched the dim light grow at the hole over
which he had pulled the sled.
Something was scratching there, dragging the sled away from over the
hole in the snowdrift. Sammy did not know that even the hungriest
animal in the forest was snugly housed during this storm. The
creatures of the wild do not hunt when the weather is so boisterous.
It might have been a wolf, or a bear, or a lynx, _or a tiger_, as far
as the small boy knew. Just the same, having the responsibility of
Tess and Dot on his mind, he had to stay and face the unknown.
Suddenly a voice spoke from without. It said with much disgust:
"Oh, shut up your squalling. I'm not going to bite you."
"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" murmured Sammy. "What's this?"
In a minute he was reassured, for the sled was torn away and a head
and shoulders appeared down the opening through the drift.
"Hello!" exclaimed the voice again. "How did you get here? How many of
you are there?"
"Two girls and a boy. And we slid here," said Sammy, gulping down a
big lump in his throat.
"_Girls?_" gasped the stranger, who seemed to be very little older
than Sammy himself. "Girls out in this blizzard?"
"No. We're all safe in here under the tree," said Sammy, with some
indignation. "I wouldn't let 'em stay out in the storm."
"Oh!" exclaimed the stranger. "And do you intend to stay here till it
stops snowing?"
"Why not?" demanded Sammy.
"That won't be until tomorrow--maybe next day," was the cheerful
response. "I guess you don't know much about storms up here in the
woods."
"Nope. We come from Milton."
"Oh!" exclaimed the other. "You're some of that bunch from Red Deer
Lodge, aren't you?"
"Ye--yes, sir," Tess interposed politely. "Do you suppose you could
show us the way home?"
"Just now I couldn't," said the other, wriggling his way into the
shelter. "This is pretty good in here. But you'd better come to my
cave."
"Oh! do you live in a cave?" asked Sammy.
"Isn't it dark?" asked Tess.
"Are there fishes in it with blind eyes?" demanded Dot, who had heard
something about the fish of the streams in the Mammoth Cave, and
thought all caves were alike.
"Fish?" snorted the newcomer. "I guess not! Wish there were. We'd eat
them. And we need meat."
"Is--is your cave far?" asked Sammy, in some doubt.
"No. Just back of this tree. And we'd better get back there quick, or
the door will be all snowed under. This is a big, big storm."
"Who are you?" Tess asked. "If you don't mind telling us. This is
Sammy Pinkney; and I'm Tess Kenway; and this is my sister, Dot."
"Huh!" said the stranger. "I--I'm Rowdy."
"Rowdy?" repeated Tess, wonderingly.
"That's what they call me," said the other hastily. "Just Rowdy. And
we'd better go to my cave."
"But you don't live out here in the woods all by yourself, do you?"
asked Sammy, in much surprise.
"No. But--but my father's gone a long way off." The boy hesitated a
moment, and then added: "Gone to Canada--trapping. Won't be back for
ever so long. So I live in the cave."
"Oh, my!" murmured Tess.
"Je-ru-sa-_lem_!" exclaimed Sammy. "Ain't you afraid to live here
alone?"
"I'm not afraid," said their new friend. "And there's nobody to boss
you all the time here. Come on. You follow me. Drag along the sled. We
might need that after the snow's stopped."
He started to crawl out through the hole into the storm again, and the
trio from Red Deer Lodge decided that there was nothing better to do
than to follow him.