CHAPTER XXIX.

SPRINGING THE TRAP.

When Thad Brewster was thus making his way into the hole in the rocks,

perhaps he may have remembered reading what old Israel Putnam, the

Revolutionary hero, did when a mere stripling, entering the den of a

savage wolf, and dragging the beast out after him.

Well, in a way Thad was doing just as brave an act. True, those whom he

had reason to fear, were human beings like himself; but they must be

cruel men, since he knew them to be desperate characters; and if they

discovered him invading their retreat, no doubt they would attack him

with the ferocity of wolves.

He found himself in a passage-way among the rocks. It had evidently been

well traveled by the feet or knees of the men who may have long

concealed themselves in the snug retreat; while officers were searching

the surrounding country in a vain quest for clues to their hiding-place.

Thad started when he suddenly heard a gruff voice; it sounded so very

close by, that his first thought was he had been discovered. But as he

caught the words that were spoken he realized his mistake.

"Mebbe ye'll be sorry now, ye bothered a couple of poor fellers atryin'

hard to make a few honest dollars a takin' game out of season, an'

sellin' the same to the rich folks what jest has to have it any ole

time. Jest sit up, an' tell me what yer friends are thinkin' of doin'

'bout it."

Then Thad was thrilled to hear the voice of his chum respond. Evidently,

if the men had kept some sort of muffler over Smithy's mouth during the

time they were bringing him to their underground retreat, it had now

been removed, as if they no longer feared that he would bring the others

down upon them.

"Why, you see, we just wanted to explore this queer island, and that's

all there is to it. Yes, we did rather guess that somebody must have

been taking fish or game when the law was shut down on it; but then, you

see, that was none of our business. We're just Boy Scouts off on a

camping trip; and nobody's employed us to bother with game poachers, or

send word to the wardens."

"Game wardens, hey? Ye seem to let that slip off yer tongue, younker,

like ye might be used to sayin' the same. What we want to know is, why

are ye so pesky anxious like to look this here island over? Lost

anything here?"

"Well, a boat we had seems to have disappeared in a funny way," Smithy

said; and Thad could not notice anything like a tremble in the

tenderfoot's voice, which fact pleased him greatly.

"Huh! thet boat belonged to us in the fust place, younker, an' ye hooked

it from us. Spect ye thought boats jest growed in the bushes like wild

plums, when ye run acrost that un. Wall, they don't, an' ye had no

bizness to take it. An' what's more, me and my pal think ye mean to let

the wardens know 'bout what we've been adoin' up this ways."

Smithy made no reply, and Thad knew why. The tenderfoot was well aware

of what his chum had been doing while wigwagging Allan. He also knew

that in all probability Giraffe must even then be on his way over to

Rockford, to get the Faversham Chief on the 'phone, and give him a

message that would bring the whole police force hustling over to Omega

Lake, bent on making a big haul.

"Don't try to deny it, do ye, younker?" the man continued to growl; and

from the fitful light that rose and fell Thad found reason to believe

that there must be some sort of fire around the bend in the passage.

"Well, let me tell ye what we mean to do about it. We'll jest keep ye

fast here till night sets in, while yer friends hunt around, and git

more an' more skeered, believin' ye must a fell inter the lake. Then

we'll cut stick out of this place, and leave ye behind. P'raps so ye cud

yell loud enough to draw 'em in here. Better be asavin' of yer breath,

boy; 'cause ye'll have to do some tall shoutin' if ye wants to get out

alive, arter Bill'n me vacate. Now roll over, and go to sleep. I'm

hungry, and mean to cook a bite or two."

After waiting for a few minutes, and hearing nothing more, Thad ventured

to peep around the rocky bend. He saw that he had sized up the situation

perfectly. One man bent over a small fire, and seemed to be busily

engaged in cooking himself some food, which already began to scent the

cave. From the quarter where the rumbling sounds came, the boy could see

an indistinct form huddled on a blanket.

The man at the fire seemed to have a bandage around his left leg, and

hobbled as he walked; from which Thad supposed he must have met with an

accident of some kind. This might in a measure account for their having

taken refuge on the island, rather than make their safety sure by

flight.

He looked further, and was soon able to make out another figure lying on

the rocky floor of the place. This he had no doubt must be his chum,

Smithy. Yes, once, as the limping man threw a handful of fresh fuel on

the fire, causing the flames to leap up, and for the moment illuminate

the place, Thad's eager eyes discovered the well-known khaki color of

the Boy Scout uniform worn so jauntily by the particular new recruit.

Oh! if only he could creep across the space that lay between, and set

the bound boy free, how gladly would he attempt it. And the more he

contemplated the thing, the better satisfied did Thad become that he

could accomplish it.

Why, there did not seem to be any great obstacle to prevent him. Surely

the man who snored so deeply would not be able to interfere; and the

second fellow at the fire was so deeply concerned with getting himself

some lunch that apparently he had thought for nothing else.

So Thad decided to make the attempt. Even if it turned out to be a

failure he believed he could elude any pursuer in the gloom of the cave

entrance, and manage to reach the open in safety.

And the possible result was so pleasant to contemplate that he just

could not resist trying for it.

Accordingly, Thad started to creep around the bend. He kept as flat on

his stomach as possible, and always made it a point to watch the man at

the fire. If the hungry one seemed to be looking that way, Thad

flattened himself out as near like a pancake as he could, and did not so

much as move a finger until such time as he felt convinced that the

enemy had his full attention again taken up with his work.

In this cautious way, then, did the scout draw closer and closer to the

figure of the captive. He hoped Smithy would be sensible, and not betray

him by an incautious exclamation, when he learned of his presence.

Now he was within a foot of the other, and could hear him breathing

softly as he lay there. Thad had figured it out that if he kept quiet,

and merely tried to feel for the other's bound hands, Smithy might let

out a whoop as he felt something touch his wrists, under the belief that

it might be a crawling snake. So, to avoid this chance of betrayal, Thad

had determined to get his lips as close to the ear of the prisoner as he

could, and then gently whisper his name.

Watching for his chance, Thad found it when the man at the fire was

humming a snatch of a song to himself, as though care set lightly on his

shoulders.

"Smithy--'sh!"

Thad saw a movement of the bound form. Smithy even lifted his head, and

turned his eyes toward the spot from whence that thrilling, if soft,

whisper had come. But fortunately he did not attempt to make the least

sign, or try to whisper back.

Now that his chum had been warned of his presence Thad believed he could

proceed to the next step in his carefully-arranged programme. This was

to reach over, find just how Smithy was tied, and with the use of his

pocket-knife, which he held open in his hand, effect his release.

The most risky part of the entire affair must lie in their retreat. Here

Smithy, being a veritable greenhorn, was very apt to make some blunder

that would draw the attention of the hungry man, and result in

discovery.

But there was no need of wasting time when the choice lay only in one

selection.

Thad fumbled around until he could locate the bonds that had been tied

around the wrists of Smithy. These he quickly severed, at the same time

trusting to luck that he did not cut the boy with the sharp blade of his

knife.

Next in order he crawled a little further, and managed to saw apart

another piece of old rope that had been wound around the ankles of

Smithy.

The latter knew what was expected of him. Perhaps it was mere instinct

that told the tenderfoot, since he had never gone through any such

experience as this before. But at any rate, no matter what influenced

him, Smithy had already commenced to move backward. Thad was greatly

"tickled" as he himself expressed it later, when he saw how Smithy

maneuvered, keeping his head toward the enemy while moving off, as if he

just knew he ought to watch the man, and lie low in case he looked.

Thad had waited only long enough to fix the blanket upon which Smithy

had been lying, so that it would look like a human form reclining there.

This he did by causing the middle to remain poked up a foot or so in the

air, by deftly crunching the folds in his hand.

At a casual glance in that uncertain light, any one over there, with his

eyes dazzled by looking into the flickering firelight, might be deceived

into believing that the prisoner still lay where he had been left.

Foot by foot the two scouts backed away. Why, Smithy was doing as well

as any experienced fellow could have shown himself capable of

performing. Smithy had certainly all the qualities in him to make a

first-class scout; and Thad meant to encourage the ambition of the other

to the utmost, given the opportunity.

Now they were turning the bend, and everything seemed to still be going

smoothly. It began to look as though Thad had accomplished a task that

at one time he feared would be beyond his capacity; and that freedom lay

ahead for the late prisoner of the old bear's den.

Just as they reached the outlet there sounded a loud shout coming from

the interior. It could have but one meaning, and this, discovery. The

hungry man had possibly walked over to say something else to Smithy, and

found that the prisoner had taken "French leave."

"This way, and give me a hand, quick!" exclaimed Thad, as he leaped out

of the mouth of the den, and toward the pivotical rock that hung so

temptingly above.

Smithy seemed to have noticed the same stone, for he threw himself

against it at the very instant Thad did. Their combined weight, added to

the force with which they struck the trembling rock, proved to be

sufficient to start it moving. It appeared to hesitate just a second,

and then went crashing over, making the very ground tremble with the

tremendous shock.

And so the mouth of the old bear's den was sealed, imprisoning within,

the two fugitives from the law.

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