A GOOD DEED REWARDED
The dumbfounded boys could only stare at Howells.
"Where did you come from and where is Dick?" cried Garry, when he had
recovered his voice sufficiently to speak.
"If you will untie my hands first, I will feel better and be able to
think. My wrists are all raw from trying to work the ropes off, but the
man that tied me up knew his business too well," said Howells.
Since the boys' belongings had been restored them by King, they had
their knives, and it was a small matter to cut the bonds.
"Now what do you mean by Dick being with me?" asked Howells.
"Why, Dick has been a prisoner at the camp, and we were given to
understand that he was to be brought here to join us. We were prisoners
here ourselves; fell into a foolish trap because we were too sure of
ourselves. Fortunately, because of a good turn that we were able to do,
we have been set free by the squatter chief," answered Garry.
"What do you mean free, with an armed guard outside the door?" demanded
Art. "I should say you were pretty closely kept in confinement."
"That is only a ruse so the suspicion of whoever brought any prisoner
here would not be raised. As soon as he goes we will be free to do what
we please. Now how did you come to be captured?" went on Garry.
"Oh, I made a fool blunder too. I wanted to see you chaps to tell you
that a lot of lumber was being shipped from a place called Harrison.
It's about five miles away from Dutton Lake, so that seems to show that
the lake figures in the stealing of the timber. I crawled into camp one
night and went to your shack, and walked in expecting to find you
sleeping there. Instead I ran right into the arms of a couple of huskies
who had me overpowered before I knew what was going on. I found out in a
few minutes that the pair were LeBlanc and that precious scoundrel that
tried to do me up that night you chaps appeared so providentially on the
scene."
"Did Barrows say anything about what had been going on in the camp, or
drop any word that would give us a hint as to his plans?" put in Phil.
"No, he was very closemouthed. There was a swarthy chap with him, who
from your description I take to be Jean LeBlanc. All that was said was
that I should be taken to a place called Misery Camp. From the looks of
this place I judge that is where I am now. What have you run into, a
squatter camp?"
"Yes, you've hit the nail on the head."
Garry was about to speak further, when the door opened and the squatter
chief came in.
"That fellow is gone, and you kin come out any time you want," was the
welcome news that he brought. The three followed him into the sunlight
and then decided that a start should be made for the lumber camp at
once.
"That is, unless you are too tired to start now, Art," said Garry.
"Oh, I'm feeling fit as a fiddle. I don't know that I'd care to walk all
the way back, but we can save time by going part of the way," remarked
Art cheerfully.
The packs were brought out and soon all was ready for the return trip.
They were surprised at the appearance of King with his rifle, and feared
for a moment that he had thought better of allowing them to go and was
going to make them prisoners again.
"Just decided that I'll go with you fellows. If there's goin't to be
fightin', and I think there is, I want to be in it. Besides, you won't
be safe wanderin' around through strange country alone. I'll see that
you get where you want to go in safety, and mebbe you'll find that a
little bit of extra help won't come in amiss? Do you want me to come?"
concluded King.
The light of battle was in the old man's eyes, and Garry at once decided
that he might prove a valuable ally in case trouble arose and welcomed
him to come with them.
"We'll take a little different way back, so we won't be liable to run
into any of that gang from the camp. We'll go until you fellows get
tired, then eat, and you can roll in while I watch for you."
This was what they wanted to do, and so they agreed to follow his advice
entirely on the return trip.
"What about some of the men coming to your place to see if we are all
right, or if they bring Dick with them, what then?" questioned Garry.
"In case any o' them come here from now on, they'll get a treat they
won't like. I told my men to seize anyone who came, and if the fat boy
comes, he is to be guided to a place where me and my men know, and then
he can join us," answered King.
The squatter seemed to have covered everything necessary, and off
started the quartet. King led them on a roundabout trail, and they
walked until darkness fell, when Howells declared that he would like to
rest.
For fear of possible detection by some prowler from the camp, no fire
was built, and a cold bite was eaten. King refused to let any of the
others do any work, and himself gathered enough boughs for them all to
sleep on. Garry insisted that when King had watched for a while, he
waken either himself or Phil, and they could provide a relief for a
while. King protested that he was able to watch the entire night, but
Garry reminded him that on the coming day there might be strenuous work,
and he would not want to be handicapped by fatigue. This finally made
the old man agree to waken Garry at midnight and let him stand a watch.
True to his word, King shook Garry about midnight.
"Don't believe there's any real need o' watchin', everything been quiet
so far; but there's nothin' like bein' on the safe side."
Garry looked to see that his rifle was loaded and ready, then took a
seat under a tree where he could be comfortable and yet hear anything.
King laid down on the ground, scorning the boughs, and was fast asleep
in a moment.
After about two hours Garry began to feel drowsy, and rather than run
the risk of dropping off to sleep, he woke Phil, who had had a good
sleep and was able to stand sentry for the rest of the night.
After they had eaten in the morning, the old man asked what the next
step was.
Garry had been thinking it over as they ate, and so he asked King if he
knew the region around Kanamo Lake. King answered that he knew every
inch of the territory in that part of the state, and so it was decided
that he lead them by a roundabout route to the lake shore. Here they
could hide out in a safe place, and after dark could portage the canoe
across the timberland to Dutton Lake. Garry was determined to try and
catch the thieves at work that night. Then plans could be made for a
raid on the camp and the rescue of Dick could be effected.
It was almost nightfall when they reached the lake shore, and they
thought best to turn in for a while before making for the spot where
they had concealed the canoe.
* * * * *
To return now to Dick, who had been left all this time in the cellar.
Food was brought to him on occasion, but always by two or three in
company, and he had no opportunity of trying to fight his way from the
cellar. Once when the cook and cookee came, he attempted to bribe them
to let him escape, but they turned a deaf ear to his words.
Back at the office, Barrows was having a council with his henchmen.
These consisted of the two LeBlancs, the cookee and the boss sawyer.
"Things are beginning to get too brisk here, so we'll make a good
cleanup and light out," said Barrows. "I didn't expect when we started
this thing that there would be all the trouble that has since come upon
us. We've all done enough now to land us in prison, what with this
kidnapping and everything. Catching Howells around here was what has
made me suspicious. There's no telling what he has done on the outside.
He may have written to Boone and told him what was going on, and that
would sure spill the beans, for Boone would probably order me off the
place and give me my walking papers. Then we would be all done. What I
propose is this: We have already cut a good bit of timber and that has
been sawed, thanks to the saw I had hidden in the storehouse. We would
have wasted time, as usual, waiting for another, but this suits my ends
better. All this timber has been left on the tote road, and tonight
we'll make a number of trips and clean it up. Tomorrow night we'll make
a grand cleanup and then fire the sawmill and wreck the machinery and
light out. By the time they have things ready to fix up, Boone will be
too late to keep his contracts and my work will have been done," Barrows
concluded as he rubbed his hands in evil satisfaction over his
treachery.
"And the boys?" inquired Jean LeBlanc softly.
"I know what's on your mind, LeBlanc. Ugh, I'd hate to have you for an
enemy. I suppose you want to stick a knife in them and put them out of
the way."
"That would be safest. They know too much," answered the halfbreed.
"Well, I have a better plan than that. You remember we wrote a letter to
decoy them away and mentioned a ransom. What's to prevent us from really
getting one from old man Boone? We could stick him up for a big sum, and
that would be clear profit aside from what the Carson people are paying
us. King will keep them till we arrange things and then we could free
them. After that, LeBlanc, you can do what you like; it will be out of
my hands then. Now we'll start for the lake. Will the boat be there at
the usual time?" and he turned to the boss sawyer.
"Usual time," laconically answered the man.
The door was thrown open, and a man walked into the room.
"So it's the Carson people that are back of you this time, eh, Barrows?
Guess I got here just in time!"
The men gasped in amazement, for there stood "Moose" Boone.
In the face of this crisis, the only one to keep his head was LeBlanc.
"Seize him," he whispered sibilantly to his brother, in French.
Before Mr. Boone could make a move, he was grabbed by the powerful
brothers. One of them clasped a hand over his mouth, and without a word,
as though they had practiced for this very moment, Jean snatched a
soiled bandanna from his pocket, and in another minute Mr. Boone was
effectually gagged.
Barrows also had sprung into action. Rummaging around under the pine
table that served as a desk, he brought forth a length of rope, and soon
Boone was tightly bound.
"Carry him over to the storehouse. Don't put him in the cellar. This
makes things better. We can keep him prisoner for several days and clean
up. Lively now," ordered Barrows.
"Moose" Boone was carried to the storehouse and unceremoniously dumped.
He lay on the floor thinking how foolish he had been to come alone to a
camp where he knew there was treachery afoot, but now it was too late to
cry over spilled milk. He wondered where the boys were, since he had
seen no sign of them about the camp.
His reason for coming was the note that Garry had sent him, and which
the hermit had succeeded in having posted.
He twisted around several times in an effort to relieve the pain in his
arms and feet from lying tied on the hard floor.
Nearly two hours passed, and then the door was softly unlocked and
opened. In stepped the cook. Mr. Boone wondered what was to happen now,
and he received the surprise of his life when the cook fished out his
knife and proceeded to cut the bonds that bound him.
"Have you come to the conclusion that this was a fool thing to do? I am
thankful, of course, and will see that you are let go when the rest of
this gang is rounded up," said Boone.
The cook did not speak until he had cut the bonds.
"First, Mr. Boone, I'll tell you something and then I'll show you
someone. I don't suppose you will remember a cold spring day nearly
twenty-five years ago on the Umculcos, when you risked your own life to
save a lumberjack that was trying to ride a log and fell into the river
with the logs crushing down about him?"
Boone's mind travelled swiftly back to the day, although he had not
given it a thought for years.
"Yes, I remember pulling a man out, and then falling sick from the cold,
and when I got well the man I had pulled out was gone," he answered.
"Well, I was the man you pulled out. I left the camp because I was only
a fool young fellow and they made so much fun of me for falling in that
I picked up and got out. I never knew you were the man until I saw you
tonight and hitched your name up with the man who saved me. Now I'll
show you something like I promised."
He rolled the barrels away and raised the trap. "Come up," he called
into the darkness.
Dick awoke from a troubled sleep and painfully crawled up the ladder. It
took a few moments for his eyes to get accustomed to the light, and then
he looked as though he saw a ghost.
"Uncle," he almost shouted, for so it was that he always addressed Mr.
Boone.
They clasped hands with a hearty good will and were about to exchange
notes when the door was thrown open and Barrows and the two LeBlancs
entered.
Each held a revolver with a steady hand.
"So, cook, you've turned traitor, have you? Well, it just makes another
prisoner. Now Boone, it's no use trying to do anything. Most of the men
in the camp are in my pay, and just to be sure that we clean up tonight
and tomorrow night as we had planned, we have seized all the men we are
not sure of and have them herded in the bunkhouse and under heavy guard.
This time we'll succeed!"