GUESTS AT THE CAMP FIRE
"Do what he says, fellows!" urged Hugh, sensibly, at the same time
elevating both hands above his head, in which ludicrous feat he was
speedily imitated by his four chums.
The two armed men continued to advance cautiously toward the scouts.
At the same time it could be seen that they appeared more or less
surprised on account of discovering that it was a parcel of fairly
well grown boys whom they were making prisoners.
"Is this a joke?" asked Alec Sands, with a tinge of a sneer in his
voice. "If so I want to say it's in pretty bad taste, don't you know."
"You'll find it a serious kind of a joke, young fellow," snarled one
of the two men in uniform, who seemed to be huffed over something,
perhaps the scratches he had received in plenty where the brambles
had scraped his face.
"Perhaps you'll be kind enough to explain what we're being held up
this way for?" asked Hugh, as pleasantly as he could, for he realized
that these men must represent some sort of authority, and in all
probability were laboring under a misapprehension.
"Who are you all, anyway?" demanded the taller of the two men, and Hugh
saw that he had better address himself to this person, since he seemed
to be the more even-tempered of the pair.
"Our suits ought to tell you that," Alec managed to snap out, not
fancying the idea of being forced to keep his hands elevated in such
a fashion, just as though he might be a miserable criminal trying to
escape from the penitentiary.
"We are Boy Scouts," said Hugh, hastily, seeing the men frown at Alec's
impatient remark. "We belong in Oakvale, and have come up here to
spend a couple of days camping out. Besides that one of us has been
commissioned to take some pictures of an old deserted mansion not far
away from here, which his aunt in the city is expecting to buy, if
his report turns out favorable. That's the whole story, I give you
my word of honor, sir."
The tall man looked straight into Hugh's face. What he saw there
seemed to impress him very favorably, for the expression of distrust
quickly faded from his own countenance, and a friendly smile began
to take its place.
"I reckon we've been and made a mistake this time, Pete," he said,
turning to his companion. "These young chaps don't look like they'd
have a hand in trying to get a crazy man free, after the law had shut
him up in an asylum!"
"What's that you say?" exclaimed Arthur, while Billy's eyes were
like small editions of saucers, in so far as being round was concerned.
"We belong at the State Asylum for the Criminal Insane," explained
the taller man, whom Hugh now understood must be a guard. "There was
a notorious party shut up there, and he managed to escape by the aid
of his money and the help of some friends outside. Men are searching
the whole country over for signs of him. We got a clue that he might
be found up here in this region, and that he was being taken care
of in a camp, until such time as he could cross the line into Canada."
"Can we lower our hands now, friend?" asked Hugh, seeing that Billy
for one was getting very red in the face with the exertion of
stretching upward so long.
"I guess you don't none of you look very dangerous," he was told,
"so drop back as you please. We can't take chances, you understand,
so we'll ask you to produce proofs that you're what you claim. Then
if everything is O.K. p'raps now you might invite a couple of hungry
and tired guards to hang around a while until you rustled up a bit
of grub, and a cup of hot coffee which would go straight to the spot,
for we haven't had a thing to eat since last night."
"Oh! that's really too bad!" exclaimed Billy, immediately sympathizing
with any one who knew, the pangs of hunger. "Sure, we'll invite you
to stay with us to lunch. Luckily my policy of always providing a
little extra will come in handy, for we can fit you out with a pretty
fair meal."
Even the shorter guard grinned on hearing this. He seemed to have
quite lost the feeling of suspicion he had at first entertained toward
Hugh and his chums. In fact, he even stood his repeating rifle up
against the tree nearest him, and seemed bent on taking things easy.
Hugh was pleased because the adventure had after all turned out so
harmless. He had been a little startled when the demand was first
made that they should surrender, and mention made of the startling
fact that they must consider themselves under arrest.
Every one busied himself in gathering wood, and making preparations
for building a fire, even though, under ordinary conditions the boys
might not have started in to cook for some time to come. Billy,
however, seemed to consider it always in order to think of such an
important subject as "preserving life"; for that was what he was
pleased to call eating. No one ever heard a groan or complaint from
Billy when the order was given to prepare a meal; if the occurrence
happened six times a day he would have shown up smiling and hungry on
each and every occasion.
The taller guard became more and more friendly as he watched these
preparations going on. He also asked numerous questions concerning
Hugh and his chums.
"Now that I think of it," he remarked presently, "it strikes me I read
something about a batch of Oakvale scouts that helped the people over
in Lawrence when they had that big flood there. Are you some of that
lot, boys?"
"Several of us were there, and had great times, I assure you," Hugh
modestly replied, nor did he offer to enter into any particulars of
what had happened in the imperiled town at the time of their visit,
though those boys from Oakvale had certainly earned the medals they
proudly wore for saving life at the risk of their own on that special
occasion.
"Why, yes," the shorter guard now remarked, "and when I went down
home last week in Chester they were talking about how some scouts
had helped fight the forest fires over Oakvale way. Mebbe now you
chaps had a hand in that game, too?"
For answer Billy thrust out his left hand before the man's eyes.
"See that red scar on the back of my hand?" he asked. "Well, I got
that up there fighting the fire on the mountain that was trying to
wipe out the home of Mrs. Heffner, a widow."
"Good for you, Billy!" exclaimed the taller guard, for by now they had
come to know the scouts by their several names, feeling quite at home
in the temporary camp. "I'd like to wager that there must have been
some tall doings when _you_ got busy with the water pails. I've been
on the same line myself, and know what it means to fight a forest
fire with the wind a-blowin' it right along, spite of all you can do
to stop it."
"About this crazy man you were speaking about," observed Alec, as
though a sudden suspicion might have struck him, "it doesn't happen
that his name could be Randall, Judge Anson Randall, does it?"
"Oh! what if it should turn out that way?" gasped Billy, as he
comprehended the nature of the idea that must have flashed through
the other's mind.
The tall guard, however, shook his head in the negative.
"That isn't his name at all," he told them. "This man did something
terrible, and his money hired the best lawyers in the country to defend
him. In the end he was called insane, and sent to the asylum. Then
his folks tried every way they knew how to get him free. At last a
scheme was hatched up so he could make a break for liberty. Well,
their plans have succeeded. He's escaped. They're searching for
him all over the country up here. But I reckon, because their plans
have been laid so carefully, all our efforts to catch the conspirators
will be in vain."
"Money talks!" said Alec, laconically.
"Well, it talks pretty loud in a case like this," the man added.
When the meal was ready they all sat around to enjoy it. Billy in
particular seemed very much taken with the idea that they had company.
"We've known some queer happenings in our camping out experiences,
fellows," he told the others, as they started in to dispose of the
immense amount of food the generous fat scout had cooked. "This is
the first time, however, we've had for guests a couple of gentlemen
guards from the State Asylum for the Criminal Insane. I'm glad to
see you are enjoying my little snack, thrown together in so hasty
a manner."
"Well, me and my side partner," commented the taller guard, with a
wink at his companion, "wouldn't mind if a prisoner managed to break
away every day in the week if we could be sure of getting such a fine
treat as this, eh, Pete?"
Pete declared that he could truthfully echo that assertion, though
his mouth being so full at the time he could hardly more than mumble
his sentiments.
The two men did full justice to the meal, and then announced that, much
to their everlasting regret, they felt compelled to bid the friendly
scouts good-bye, though they would like nothing better than staying
over the night with them.
It was hardly full noon when they took their departure, waving a farewell
from the edge of the thick brush before plunging into the same. They
had another clue that was worth following up, for those who were fortunate
enough to recapture the escaped prisoner would be in line to receive
some satisfying sort of reward, either in the shape of money, or a
betterment in their condition of employment at the asylum.
"Well, they're gone!" remarked Alec, as he busied himself with his
development tank, anxious to find out how his films were going to
turnout.
Billy heaved a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet.
"To tell the honest truth," he admitted, "I ain't sorry a bit. Those
fellows could give me points about how to stow stuff away, and then
not half try. Why, they acted as if they were hollow clean down to
their shoes. I guess they told the truth when they said they hadn't
had a bite of breakfast this morning."
"But, Billy," interposed Arthur, "I thought you loved to see people eat
heartily all the time? We've always believed you were the most
hospitable fellow going."
"Huh! I used to think the same," grunted Billy, scratching his head,
"but then you know there's such a thing as piling on the agony. Those
fellows weren't just hungry men---they were cannibals, regular human
graveyards, I should say, by the way the stuff disappeared down their
throats. If they drop around again to-night I reckon our stock of
grub will be lowered so much we'll all of us have to go on half rations
the rest of the time we stay here---something I don't look forward
to with much joy."
"Don't worry, Billy," Hugh told him. "They said they would be miles
away long before night set in. The country is safe, and we're not
likely to starve."
Alec interrupted the conversation to call out exultantly:
"Oh! this first roll is coming along dandy, let me tell you! It's
going to be the best thing I ever did; and my stars, but that lens
does cut fine! It was a lucky day for me when Aunt Susan got track
of this old castle up here in the woods, for it's given me a regular
jewel of a camera outfit."
Every one felt pleased on hearing this, since it would save Alec the
trouble of snapping the pictures over again.
Billy was taking things easy after getting up the midday meal, as he
felt he had earned a rest. At the same time the fat scout's mind was
busily employed.
"I was just thinking," he finally broke out with, "what a lot of queer
things have happened to us since we came up here. I wonder what we'll
strike next. We've rubbed up against raiding tramps, mewing owls,
ghosts in the night, and guards hunting for an escaped insane criminal.
Besides, there are still a few more hours left for a new batch of
exciting happenings. I tell you, boys, this little side trip proposed
by Alec and engineered by Hugh bids fair to equal anything we've endured
in our whole checkered career."