FACED BY A MYSTERY
To tell the truth, Hugh was thinking something along those same lines
himself, so that he felt in a mood to quite agree with the enthusiastic
Billy.
"Take it all in all," he remarked, reflectively, "we're one of the
luckiest lot of scouts that ever wandered down the pike. Most fellows
experience a regular rut, and never run up against anything out of the
way. But I have to shake myself very time I look back over our calendar,
for fear it's only a dream."
"We certainly have had more than our share of things happening to us,"
admitted Alec, proudly, "but the wheel of the mill will never run
again with the water that is past. So I forget the things that are
gone, and keep looking hopefully forward to other glorious events that
lie waiting for us in the dim future."
"Hear! hear!" exclaimed Billy, clapping his hands, "Alec is getting
quite poetical these days."
"I only hope," continued the other, with a gleam of satisfaction in
his eyes, for one of Alec's weak spots was a love of flattery, "that
our latest venture will turn out just as successful as many others
have done before it."
"No reason that I can see why it shouldn't," spoke up Arthur Cameron.
"We've run across the lonely castle your aunt is negotiating for, and
it seems to fill the bill to a dot."
"Yes," remarked Monkey Stallings, anxious to have a hand in the
discussion, "and your pictures, you tell us, are turning out dandies
at that. You ought to be as happy as a clam at high tide, as they
say, though I never asked one of the bivalves just why he felt that
way."
"Oh, I am!" declared Alec; "and I reckon the chances are three to one
Aunt Susan is going to enjoy this delightful quiet up here, where not
even the squawk of a crow, or the, crow of a squawking rooster can be
heard the livelong day. Still, somehow I seem to feel a queer sense
of oppression bearing down on me. I hope now it isn't a bad omen of
coming trouble, and that, after all, my rich aunt is doomed to lose
out in the deal for Castle Randall."
The others laughed at the idea.
"Why, it's a cinch for your side, Alec," said Hugh.
"The owner of this ancient and half-ruined pile of stone and make-believe
rocks," Arthur told the doubter, "couldn't find a purchaser in a coon's
age. Who would ever want to come away up here to bury themselves from
civilization, and in such a silly old rookery as this? Well, it was one
chance in a thousand that a nervous wreck like your aunt heard of it."
"Don't worry, Alec, you've got a snap, believe me," chuckled Stallings;
and then unable to longer resist a certain alluring limb which he had
been eying longingly for some little time, he bolted up the trunk of
the overspreading tree, to hang by his toes, and swing daringly to and
fro as some of them had seen a yellow-headed, green-bodied poll-parrot
do from his perch.
Alec continued his work, and from time to time announced that every
roll was indeed turning out superbly. No one had ever seen him quite
so happy. The possession of a lens that did better work than anything
he had ever known in all his experience was enough in itself to make
his boyish heart thrill with joy. And then the singular character of
the film subjects added to the sense of satisfaction, for they were
sure to enhance the attractiveness of his collection, as well as
please Aunt Susan immensely.
It must have been about one o'clock when the boys received their first
rude shock. Hugh had just been thinking of giving orders for another
walk in the direction of the deserted building about a quarter of a
mile away. Alec had finished his work and had the well-developed
films hanging to dry, securely fastened to his stout cord with snap
clothes-pins, so there was no danger of any unfortunate catastrophe
happening to them before they were thoroughly dry.
"Listen, will you?" suddenly exclaimed Monkey Stallings, sitting bolt
upright, and raising one hand impressively.
"Oh, my stars! what do you call that?" gurgled Billy. From the
manner in which the color deserted his ruddy cheeks one might have
imagined he feared they were about to be attacked by a host of savage
pirates bent on plunder.
Alec and Arthur could also be seen to stare vacantly at the distance
while they strained their ears to listen. As for Hugh himself he
found it hard to believe his senses, for the absolute quiet and dead
calm brooding all day long over that retired spot in the wilderness
had been rudely shattered by a most astonishing noise as of many hoarse
voices, making a jumble and roar of sound unlike anything save the
confusion of battle.
It rose, it died away again, and then once more swelled to an amazing
extent, after which it finally stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Five scouts stared at each other. Billy rubbed his eyes as though he
really began to believe he must be asleep, and passing through a vivid
dream bordering on the nightmare.
"Hugh! what can it be?" demanded Alec, a bit pale with sudden excitement,
for which in truth he could not be at all blamed under the circumstances.
For once the scout master seemed puzzled himself. He shook his head
in a way that brought new consternation to the heart of Billy Worth.
"You've got me up against a hard proposition when you ask me that, Alec!"
was what Hugh declared.
"Then you can't even give a guess, can you, Hugh?" Billy besought him.
"We all heard the racket, that's sure," muttered Stallings, as though
he had possibly begun to suspect he might be a victim of some delusion,
and wished to make certain the others were in the same boat as himself.
"And it sounded just like a dozen, yes, three dozen men shouting like
anything," Arthur assured him.
"I wonder-----" began Billy, starting up eagerly.
"If you've got an idea hurry and tell us what it is!" urged the impatient
Alec. "I'll be hanged if I can grapple anything, it's given me such
a bad shock."
"Go on, Billy!" added Arthur.
"Why," explained the fat scout, "you see, I was thinking that p'r'aps
those tramps we scared off had come back with a big bunch of their
kind, meaning to take possession of the castle. Now, you needn't
all jump on me and say that's silly, because I happen to know those
hoboes often gather in regular armies about this time of year, heading
for the cities. Hugh, it isn't such a bad idea, after all, is it?"
"Since none of us seem able to think of any other explanation," the
scout master told him, reassuringly, "it will have to stand until we
can strike on a better. It seems to me the sooner we hike over that
way the quicker we'll learn the real facts."
"True enough, Hugh," assented Alec, readily, while the others showed
by their actions that they were perfectly willing to make the start.
Their preparations for leaving their camp were few and simple. What
food they had left was thrust up in the crotch of a big tree, so that
it might not be carried off by any wandering wild animal, though they
had no reason to believe there was anything larger than a 'coon' or
a 'possum' around that region. The blankets and a few other things
of value were also placed in safety, while Alec again tested the supports
of his "clothes line" on which those precious films were strung to dry.
"I hate to leave them," he told the others, mournfully, "but now that
they're wet and sticky they can't be packed away. I almost wish I
hadn't been in such a hurry to develop them."
He stared at Billy as though almost tempted to beg that worthy to stay
behind and protect the films by his presence, which Billy absolutely
refused to do, rightly interpreting the look.
"Not on your life, Alec, much as I would like to oblige you!" asserted
the fat scout, positively. "I want company when there's all sorts of
strange things happening around. You don't catch me sticking to this
camp by my lonely. Stay back yourself if somebody has just got to hold
the fort. My duty lies in the front rank. History tells that the
Worths were always found in the van when danger loomed up. Sorry not
to oblige you, Alec, but it's simply impossible. William Worth will
sink or swim with his comrades."
As Alec could not think of staying back when the rest were bent on
learning the secret of all that terrible clamor of human voices raised
in angry shouts and whoops, he took his place alongside Hugh, and
they all started forth.
"One thing sure, to begin with," remarked Hugh, after they had left
the camp behind them, "we're a unit in saying that racket came from
where we happen to know the old castle lies."
"Oh! that's an easy nut to crack!" declared Monkey Stallings. "The
sounds came right down the wind, and any one can see it's blowing
softly straight from the haunted mansion."
"We might guess that the ghosts were having a hop all by themselves,"
ventured Billy, "only you know they say spirits never show themselves
in the daytime. Anyway, those whoops were more like wild Injuns on
the warpath than just spooks."
"Well, as we don't happen to have any Indians left in this region
nowadays," added Hugh, drily, "we can put that explanation down as
impossible. But we'll know more about it before three minutes more
have passed, because, unless I miss my guess, we can glimpse the castle
when we strike that rock yonder. I remember taking a look back as
we came along, so as to impress distances and direction on my mind,
and could see the whole structure looming up."
"Whee! listen again, will you?" exclaimed Billy, aghast.
The strange noise had again broken out. They could hear many husky
voices shouting in unison, and, besides, there were other odd sounds
such as might be made by a small army of desperate assailants beating
wildly against that stout door of the lonely castle.
No wonder the five boys stared at one another, with vacant looks on
their several faces. It would have puzzled smarter people than they
pretended to be to analyze such a remarkable jumble of noises as their
ears now caught.
Hugh would not let them stop for a second. Indeed, if anything, he
hurried them along faster than ever, as though fully determined to
have the mystery cleared up without further loss of time. If Billy's
footsteps were inclined to make him linger behind his mates he bestirred
himself to assume a faster gait, for at such a critical moment the fat
scout did not wish to find himself left in the lurch.
The horrid din continued as they hurried forward. If anything it grew
more and more maddening, causing the boys to shiver with mingled
impatience and alarm.
Now they were close on the rock mentioned by Hugh. In another ten
seconds they would be able to at least see the walls of the grim castle
in the near distance. Billy wondered whether, after all, they might
not discover that there was not the slightest sign of a living human
being in sight. He was rapidly coming to believe there might be something
ghostly about these sounds. Billy was just then in a fit condition
to believe anything, no matter how absurd, for his poor heart was
fluttering in his manly bosom just as you have doubtless felt the
tiny organ of a bird throb when you held the frightened thing in your
hand.
They all kept in a bunch, and thus arrived at the rock at the same
time. Every scout came to a sudden stop. Their eyes, dilated with
amazement, were turned toward the region where those sounds still
welled forth, shouts and blows and shrieks making a conglomeration
that was simply appalling. So stunned were Hugh and his mates that
for a brief time their tongues clove to the roofs of their mouths.