SCOUTING AT MIDNIGHT
It was certainly a queer sound that floated to the strained hearing of
the boy as he crouched there on the floor of the room amidst the folds
of his blanket and listened with might and main.
There followed a brief period of silence and then he felt a thrill,
for it came again, a peculiar whimpering that would have given Billy
a spasm of fright had he been awake to catch it, instead of calmly
sleeping close by.
"What in the mischief can it be?" whispered Hugh to himself as he
allowed his hand to grope around for something he wanted, and which
he remembered placing conveniently by at the time he prepared his
crude bed.
The fire had died down again so that the big apartment on the main
floor was almost wrapped in darkness. Still, when tiny tongues of
flame played at hide-and-seek about the charred log, they caused all
sorts of odd shadows to run athwart the walls.
Hugh gave a grunt of satisfaction when his fingers closed upon the
object he sought. It was only about the size of two fingers, and
nickel-plated at that. In fact, Hugh had made himself a trifling-present
lately of a small vestpocket edition of a flashlight, controlled by
a battery, and had thought it worth while to carry it along with him
on this expedition, though not saying anything about it to the others,
thus far.
"I'm bound to find out what makes that noise, as sure as anything
can be," was what the boy was telling himself resolutely, even while
he crept out from among the folds of the warm blanket endeared to
him by reason of many associations of the past, of which so much has
been written in previous volumes.
That was just like Hugh Hardin. A good many boys would possibly have
concluded that going wandering about a great imitation castle like
Randall's Folly, after midnight, trying to discover the origin of
strange sounds, was no business of theirs, and would have cuddled
down closer, even drawing their blanket over their heads in order
that they might not hear a repetition of the noise.
Hugh was built on a different order. He knew full well that sleep
with him was entirely out of the question so long as that chilling
whimpering and rustling continued at regular intervals.
Now Hugh was only a boy, it must be remembered, and many a strong
man would have declined committing himself in the way the scout master
intended doing.
He had listened to all the talk about ghosts carried on by the other
fellows, with more or less interest and amusement, for Hugh refused
to believe in spook manifestations. At the same time he admitted that
his heart was fluttering at a much more rapid gait than customary
when he started toward one of the doors of the room, using the little
electric torch to light his way.
If any one could have read the thoughts that were surging through
the boy's excited mind, they would perhaps have been found to range
about in this manner:
"Ghosts, eh? Well, I've always said there never existed any, and
perhaps I'll have a chance right now to prove it, one way or the other.
A queer kind of a hobgoblin that must be to keep whimpering like a
baby, and then fluttering to beat the band. But what in the wide
world can it all mean? That's what I reckon on finding out, given
half a chance."
He had reached the door by that time. Billy had seen to it that the
bolt was shot into its socket before he lay down. More than that,
he had even gone to the trouble to fill the keyhole full of crumpled
paper, remembering that jibe on the part of one of his chums to the
effect that spirits can "ooze like smoke" through even such small
apertures.
Hugh had been wise enough to pick up a handy club before starting
forth upon his mission of investigation. He did not anticipate finding
a chance to make use of it, but when a man insures his house against
fire he really does not expect it to be burned down. Hugh wanted
to be on the safe side, that was all.
Just at that point the boy, was influenced to turn around and cast
the light of his torch upon the forms of his four comrades swathed
in their coverings. Not one of them moved, even in the slightest
degree, so that, if Hugh was half contemplating inviting company, he
found no encouragement there.
Gritting his teeth, the boy calmly drew back the bolt, softly opened
the massive door, slipped boldly through the aperture, and then as
deftly closed the door behind him.
Standing there in the great hall he listened intently, meanwhile keeping
his light turning this way and that in order to see if anything moved.
Perhaps, in the days when Judge Randall lived in his romantic castle,
this massive hall had been decorated after the usual custom of feudal
times. Hugh could easily imagine shining suits of armor standing
grimly in, the corners, like sentries on guard. He had detected marks
on the walls betraying the fact that at some time they had borne all
manner of relics of long-past age of chivalry, so that the illusion
might be complete. But now they stood there bare and cold, and a
chilly draught came down from the empty regions above that made the
boy shiver.
Then he heard the strange sounds again. They were clearer now than
before.
"One thing certain," muttered Hugh, between his set teeth, "whatever
makes that noise it comes from up above. And the thing for me to do
is to climb the stairs; so here goes."
If he felt any hesitation he did not show it as he made his way to
the foot of the broad stairway and commenced mounting, step after step.
Always the sounds seemed to grow a little clearer, and this fact told
Hugh his scout instinct must be truly leading him directly toward the
place from which they issued.
He had reached the second floor, and was pushing steadily onward.
Several times he stopped short to listen, nor would he make a move
at such intervals unless he had received his clue again. Not once
did he manifest any weakness in the line of shrugging his shoulders,
and saying that it was none of his business if the night air played
pranks by forcing its way through some hole in the wall, with a whine
and a gurgle.
When Hugh once set himself a task it was his nature to carry the thing
through to the end. He would despise himself if he allowed any weak
fear to triumph over his common-sense.
A brief time later he found himself standing near where he knew one
of the several turrets stood. He remembered now that while they had
investigated more or less of the big building, they were forced to
skip several portions, leaving them for the next morning's survey;
and doubtless this turret chamber must have been in the list of those
unexplored places.
"Whatever it may be," Hugh was telling himself, "the thing making all
that noise is in there! I'll listen once more, and then take a peek."
When he again heard the gurgling, the fluttering, and the strange
whimpering Hugh had his hand on the door knob. He quickly threw the
barrier open and flashed his light into the chamber.
Instantly there was a scurry of wings. Queer glowing balls of yellow
connected with obscure, shadowy figures stared at him. The wings
winnowed the air, and again he caught that peculiar whinny.
Hugh laughed aloud.
"Why, it's only a family of owls after all," he said, in great relief,
"that's taken up quarters here in this turret, where they can go in
and out as they please. Yes, and those things that flapped away must
have been some ugly bats in the bargain, that haven't gone into winter
quarters yet. Well, this is a pretty good sell, I must say. I'm
glad I made up my mind to find out what that noise was. Now I guess
I can go to sleep again. Ghosts! Well, like as not every ghost that
ever was heard of would turn out to be as simple a thing as this, if
only some one had the nerve to investigate."
He closed the door to the turret chamber. Let the owls and bats have
their quarters if they wanted to. There was plenty of room in that
great castle for himself and chums to sleep without ousting, the happy
family from their roost.
So Hugh started down the stairs feeling much lighter of heart than
when he had so recently climbed upward. The tension and strain had
been removed from his boyish heart, and he was ready to confess that
things had seemed pretty ticklish at one time, and had required all
his resolution to push ahead.
He found the right door, and softly opening it made his way into the
big room in which the others were sleeping. While fastening the door
again Hugh could hear the regular breathing of Billy, and possibly
of the others.
As he incidentally flashed his light on them before turning in he
was surprised to see Alec Sands sitting bolt upright and watching
him curiously. Hugh held up a warning finger. He did not want Alec
to talk out loud and needlessly awaken all of the other fellows.
At the same time he know full well he must give some sort of explanation
for his strange absence.
"I heard it, too, Hugh," whispered Alec, with a half grin. "Woke
up and found you gone when I put out my hand to feel your blanket.
Then I caught those awful ghoulish sounds somewhere. Wanted to creep
after you, but say, I own up I didn't have the nerve to try it. So
here I've been sitting, hugging my knees, and listening till I'm
shivering as if I had the ague. Now tell me what it is, Hugh, for I
just know you've found out."
Hugh chuckled and said:
"Oh! just a family that has squatted down on these premises, and hates
to be evicted in case your rich aunt, or anybody else, buys the same!"
"Come off, Hugh; don't try to muddle me all up like that, when I'm
dying to know what could make such awful sounds. What kind of a family
is it?"
"Owls, with a few big bats thrown in for good measure," explained Hugh.
"They've taken up their quarters in one of the turret chambers where
slits in the walls allow them to go and come as they please."
"You woke up and heard that gibberish, didn't you, Hugh? And you
made up your mind on the spot that you just had to find out what it
meant? It's like you to do such a thing! But, Hugh, why didn't you
let me in on it? I'd have been glad to keep you company, sure I would."
"I knew that, Alec," apologized the other, yawning as he began to
creep under his blanket again, "but all of you seemed to be sound
asleep, and I hated to wake anybody up. Besides---well, I just felt
like going it alone, you see."
"Of all the nerve, you've got it to beat the band," commented Alec.
"I thought I could stand for a good deal, but let me tell you I draw
the line at creeping upstairs in this spooky old castle, and
investigating such a fierce noise as that. Listen, will you, they're
at it again, Hugh? Why, if Billy woke up and heard that he'd throw
a fit."
"Then we want to quit talking and not wake him," cautioned the scout
master, as he gathered the folds of his covering about him, much as
a soldier of olden times might wrap his martial cloak around his body
while settling down calmly to sleep on the battlefield.
Alec was chuckling as though something amused him.
"Tell you what," he presently whispered, as a last thought, "if my
Aunt Susan is as dead set for silence as she says, those noisy owls
are going to vacate their snug quarters up there in a hurry. I
honestly believe, Hugh, this lonely old curiosity of a castle is going
to please my queer relative a whole lot. The chances are she'll plank
down the money to buy Randall's Folly when she gets my report,
accompanied by the pictures I'm taking. Well, here goes for another
nap, hoping the Owl family will settle down and not disturb us again
to-night."