Part 26 (2/2)
”Tell me about that, will you? Well, sir, that was the longest hour that ever happened to me in all my life!”
”Hold on!” corrected Giraffe, ”you're forgetting that time you tripped in the dark, and fell over a precipice a thousand feet deep, and hung there from the top, yelling for help. We came galloping to the spot, and rescued you, about as limp as a dish-rag; and you told us how you'd suffered such agonies that you lived ten years, and wanted to know if your hair had turned white. But when we held the light over the top of that awful precipice, and showed you that the ground was just about six inches below your toes as you dangled there, why, you made out that it was all a good joke, and that anyhow you'd given the rest of us a bad scare.”
b.u.mpus grinned, as though the recollection rather amused him now.
”But this time it was different, Giraffe, because they wanted me to tell, and I just wouldn't. Then the big man who was leader, gave me a knock on the head, he was so mad at me, and I keeled over a second time.
That's when I thought days had pa.s.sed, when I heard you fellows talking outside, and after that an earthquake came knocking down the door. My!
but I was glad to see the bunch come piling in, you can take it from me.
Never will forget it, I give you my word, boys!”
”But see here, b.u.mpus,” said Thad, ”what do you mean when you say you refused to tell? Of course all of us know how stubborn you can be, when you take a notion; but what could these men want to get out of you that you'd refuse to let go? Not any information about us, I should think?”
”Well, hardly,” replied the other. ”You see, they had me tied up, and that horrible fishy rag fastened around my mouth so I couldn't talk; but the fellow that could speak United States bettern'n either of the others told me to nod my head if I promised to show 'em where I'd hid it; but every time I shook it this way,” and he proceeded to give an emphatic demonstration of what a negative shake might be.
”But what had you hid away that they wanted so badly?” persisted Thad.
b.u.mpus grinned, and raised one of his eyebrows in a comical manner.
”Oh! that was a little trick of mine,” he remarked, composedly. ”P'raps the rest of you'll give me credit for being a mite smart when I tell you. But in order to make you understand, just wait till I go back to the time I left camp to look for this belt.”
”That's the best way, I should think,” agreed Giraffe, who knew from experience how hard it sometimes proved to drag the details of a story from b.u.mpus.
”Oh! I ain't meaning to string it out everlastingly!” declared the other. ”I'm going to be right to the point, see if I don't. Well, after I picked up my belt I just happened to remember what Thad had told us about that concealed boat belonging to the queer chaps who were hiding on this island; and before I knew hardly what I was doing I found myself aboard the same, nosing around.
”All at once it struck me what a bad job for us it'd be if they took a notion to skip out after the wind and waves went down, and left us here by our lonely. So I made up a cute little plan calculated to block that game right in the start. What did I do? Just unfastened the crank they used to start the engine agoing and hid the same under my coat. I was meaning to fetch it to our camp, so we could make terms with the men, when I thought I saw somebody slip around a tree and, on the impulse of the moment, as they say in the books, I just let that handle drop into the hollow of a stump I happened to be pa.s.sing.”
”Good for you, b.u.mpus!” exclaimed Giraffe, patting the other on the shoulder.
”Well, it wasn't so very good for me in one way,” the fat scout remarked, with one hand tenderly caressing a b.u.mp he seemed to have on his head; ”because that same little trick got a fellow of my size in heaps of trouble right away. But you know how I hate to give a thing up, boys; and once I'd done this job I was bent on holding out to the bitter end.
”Well, to make a long story short, the next thing I knew I didn't know anything, because that big clodhopper came down from a tree right on top of me, and one of his shoes must a struck me on the head right here, for it hurts like the mischief.
”When I came to my senses I was fixed up like you saw, and inside this old fish house. Honest boys, first thing, before I got a good look around, I thought I had died, and was amouldering in my grave. The three men were hanging over me, ajabbering like so many monkeys or poll parrots. Then the big fellow with the black beard began to throw all sorts of questions at me, which I managed to understand.
”Seems like they had gone to the boat after leaving me here, p'raps meaning to take chances out on the lake, waves or no waves, because they thought if they stayed any longer they were agoing to be gobbled by the soldiers, sure pop. And then they missed that old crank. Course they knowed I'd been pottering around their boat, and they wanted to find out what I did with the handle, because it happens you can't start that engine like some I've seen, in an emergency, without the crank.
”We had it pretty warm back and forth for a session, him a firing questions at me, sometimes in French, and again in mixed English; and me a shaking my head right and left to tell him I wouldn't give up the information, not if he kept going for a c.o.o.n's age. And sudden like, he got so fiery mad he just slapped me over the head, and I admit I lost all interest in things on this same earth till I came to, and heard voices outside that seemed familiar like. You know the rest, boys; now let's get away from this place in a hurry. I'll taste rank fish for a month of Sundays, sure I will. Ugh!”
”Wait, don't be in such a hurry, b.u.mpus,” said Thad. ”First of all I want to say that you've done a smart thing, even if it was reckless; because with that boat in our hands we can really leave Sturgeon Island any time we want, once the lake quiets down some. And on the way back to camp we'll just pick up that crank, after which all we have to do is to make sure these three frightened men don't jump in on us, and take us by surprise. But while we're here we ought to see what they've got that makes them want to avoid the officers who patrol the lakes looking for smugglers, game-fish poachers and the like.”
”Give me the gun then, Thad,” said Allan, promptly, as he saw the other glance toward him; ”and I'll stay out here on guard while some of the rest investigate.”
”Thanks, that pleases me,” replied the scout-master, relinquis.h.i.+ng the weapon that had proved to be worth its weight in silver to them, in that it cowed the trio of lawless men who had their headquarters on Sturgeon Island.
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