The at Long Lake Part 8 (1/2)

But no comforting shouts greeted them. The woods were silent, save for the calls of birds and animals, which, friendly though they might be, were powerless to aid the two girls against this traditional enemy of every furred and feathered creature in the forest.

Steadily they plodded on. Bessie knew the ground well by this time, and, one by one they pa.s.sed the landmarks she knew so well, until they came at last to the cross path which had brought Bessie back to the trap Lolla had prepared for her. And there they came upon a startling interruption of their journey.

For suddenly Lolla herself, who had evidently been hiding there when they had pa.s.sed, alone, before their meeting with John, sprang out and stood in front of them. Long as she had resisted her fear of the supernatural force that had come to the aid of the girls, she was plainly afraid of it still, for at sight of them her cheeks paled, and she cried out in terror. And behind her, as scared as she was herself, came Peter, the big gypsy, shaking in every limb.

”A fine mess you made of things--letting them escape,” growled John, as he saw his two compatriots. ”If I hadn't found them on the trail, by sheer luck, they'd have been back at the lake by this time.”

”Let them go--for heaven's sake, let them go, John,” wailed Lolla. ”There is a devil fighting for them--he will kill you if you try any longer to keep them from their friends.”

”Pah! What child's talk is this? Be thankful that I do not beat you with my stick for letting them get free!”

”Listen to her, John,” said Peter, warningly. ”She speaks the truth. It was a devil that spoke from the air. I saw his horns and his red tail. Be careful--he may be here now.”

John laughed, scornfully.

”Run away, if you are afraid,” he said. ”I will manage alone now. I would not trust you--you have failed me once, both of you. Do not think you can frighten me into failure because you are as brave as a--chicken!”

”Let them go, I say,” said Peter, with a sternness in his voice that gave Bessie a new ray of hope. ”I have had my warning, I will profit by it.”

”You coward!” sneered John.

But that was too much for Peter. With a cry of rage he sprang forward.

”I fear no man, no man I can see or touch,” he cried. ”And no man shall call me coward!”

In a moment the two were grappling in a furious fight. John was smaller than Peter, but he was wiry and as lithe and powerful as a trained athlete, so that he was a match, at first, for the rugged strength of Peter. But he had had a hard day, and gradually Peter's strength wore him down, and, as they crashed to the ground together, Peter was on top, and plainly destined to be victor in the fight. He looked up at the two girls.

”Go!” he said. ”I will have nothing to do with you. I am fighting with my friend to save him, not for your sakes, you who have a devil to help you. If he keeps you harm will come to him. John, listen to me: I do this because you are my friend.”

Bessie and Dolly needed no second invitation. Amazing as was this latest intervention in favor, they were too happy to stop to question it. It was their chance to escape, and five minutes later they were out of sight, and making their way, as fast as their tired bodies would allow them to do, toward Long Lake and safety.

CHAPTER XIII.

SAFE AT LAST.

Indeed, any lingering fear Bessie and Dolly might have had that John had succeeded in escaping from his two anxious friends who were so determined to protect him against his own recklessness, was dissipated before they came in sight of the lake, when, at a crossing of the trail, a glad cry hailed them and a st.u.r.dy guide stepped across their path.

”Well, I'll be hornswoggled!” he exclaimed. ”Ain't you the two that was lost, or stolen by that gypsy critter?”

”We certainly are,” said Dolly and Bessie, in one breath. ”Were you looking for us?”

”Lookin' fer you!” he exclaimed. ”Every one in these here woods has been a-lookin' fer you two since sun-up, I guess. G.o.dfrey, but we was scared! Didn't know but that there gypsy might have sneaked you clean out of the woods! How did you all ever come to get loose? Or was you just plain lost?”

”No, we weren't lost,” said Bessie. ”He carried Dolly off all right; this is Dolly Ransom, you know. But he didn't catch me.”

”Then how in tarnation did you come to be lost, too? You was, wasn't you? They told us two girls was missin'.”

”Well, we were asleep in the open air, outside the tent, and I woke up just as he was carrying Dolly off. I didn't wake up until he'd got out of the firelight, and there wasn't any use calling anyone else. So I just followed myself.”

”She says anyone would have done it,” Dolly broke in, her eyes s.h.i.+ning. ”But I don't believe it, do you?”

”No, by G.o.dfrey!” he said, emphatically. ”A greenhorn, goin' out in them woods at night, in the dark, and a girl, at that? I guess not!”

He looked at Bessie, as if puzzled to learn that she had actually done such a thing.

”Well, you're all right now,” he said. ”Here, I'll just give the signal we fixed up. Listen, now!”

He raised his rifle, and, pointing it straight in the air, fired two shots, and then, after a brief interval, two more.

”The sound of that'll carry a long way,” he explained, ”and that means that you're both found. The other fellows who are searchin' for you will quit lookin', now, and come into Long Lake. If I'd fired just two shots, and hadn't fired the second two, that would have meant that one of you was found, and they'd have kept right on a-lookin' fer the other. I'll walk along with you now, an' I guess that varmint won't bother you no more. If he does--”

He patted his rifle with a gesture that spoke more plainly than words could have done.

”Tell me all about it as we go along,” he said. ”I guess maybe there'll be some work for us to do after we all get together--runnin' those gypsies out. They're a bad lot, but this is the fust time they ever done anythin' around here that give us a real chance to get even with them. We've suspected them of doin' lots of things, but a deer can't tell you who killed him out o' season, 'specially when all you find of the deer is a little skin and bones.”

He listened admiringly as Bessie told her story. At the tale of Lolla's treachery he laughed.

”They're all tarred with the same brush,” he said. ”One's as bad as another.”

And when he heard of the trick by which Dolly had worked on the superst.i.tious fears of Lolla and Peter his merriment knew no bounds, and he absolutely refused to keep on the trail until Dolly had given him a demonstration of just how she had managed it.

”Well, by G.o.dfrey!” he said, when she had thrown her voice far overhead, and once so that it seemed to come from just above his shoulder. ”Don't that beat the Dutch! I don't wonder you skeered 'em! You'd have had me goin', I guess, an' I ain't no chicken, nor easy to skeer, neither. You two certainly done a smart job gettin' away from them.”

And so, when they reached Long Lake, the girls and the guides, who had scattered all over the woods searching for them, agreed, when they straggled in, one party after another. Eleanor Mercer was one of the first to return, and when she had finished proving her grat.i.tude for their safe return, she turned a laughing face toward the chief guide.

”Do you know the thing that pleases me best about this, Andrew?” she asked him.

”I can guess, ma'am,” he said, with a grin. ”You told us when you come up here that you was goin' to prove that a party of girls could get along without help from men. And I reckon it looked to you this morning as if you was goin' to need us pretty bad, didn't it?”

”It certainly did, Andrew,” she answered, gravely. ”And I don't want you to think for a moment that we're not grateful to you for the way you turned out and scoured the woods.”

”Don't talk of grat.i.tude, Miss Eleanor. We've known you for years, but even if we'd never seen you before, and didn't know nothin' about the girls that thief had stolen, we'd ha' turned out jest the same way to rescue them. An' I guess any white men anywhere would ha' done the same thing.

”But if it was only us you'd had to depend on, I'm afraid the young lady'd still be out there. It was her friend that saved her. Too bad she trusted that Lolla witch. If she'd gone to Jim Skelly when she was near the gypsy camp that time, an' told him where her chum was, he'd have had her free in two shakes of a lamb's tail.”

”I think Dolly and Bessie must be awfully hungry,” said Zara, who had listened with s.h.i.+ning eyes to the tale of her friends' adventures.

”Oh, they must, indeed!” said Eleanor, remorsefully. ”And here we've been listening to them, and letting them talk while they were starving.”

She turned toward the fire, but already two of the guides had leaped forward, and in a moment the smell of crisp bacon filled the air, and coffee was being made.

”Oh, how good that smells!” said Dolly. ”I am hungry, but it was so exciting, remembering everything that happened, that I forgot all about it! Isn't it funny? I was dreadfully scared when I was alone there, and again afterward, when we thought we were safe, and that horrid man caught us.

”But now that it's all over, it seems like good fun. If one only knew that everything was coming out all right when things like that happen, one could enjoy them while they were going on, couldn't one? But when one is frightened half to death there isn't much chance to think of how nice it's going to be when it's all over, and you're safe at home again.”