Part 31 (1/2)

”It's out there just beyond the picket lines, and some of you must go after it. You see the mountaineers who 'held me up' and then made friends with me, agreed to bring it to camp under my solemn promise of safe conduct. Bill Jones was at the head of them. But as they drew near the camp and saw the pickets, their courage failed them and even my invitation to come and breakfast with us, could not entice them within the picket lines.

”'We don't want to take no risks,' they said, 'an' you kin bring out some fellers to git the bar, so ef you don't mind, we'll leave it right here an' say good mornin'.' And with that they scurried off up the mountain.”

Jack, Harry, Ed and Jim volunteered to go out after the bear, and with no little difficulty they at last got him to camp, where they proceeded to dress him. Tom, in the meantime, ate such breakfast as there was on hand, and, rolling himself in his blanket, stretched his tired limbs before the fire and fell at once into slumber. The other boys left him asleep when they went to their work, but considerably before noon he joined them with his axe.

That night a ”council of war,” as they called it, was held.

”Now that our house is burned up,” said Jack, ”we may as well begin to get ready for our descent of the mountain. Of course, we could sleep out of doors in this spring weather, but there is no use in doing it longer than we must. We sent the last two bridge timbers down the chute to-day.

We have only twenty more ties to get ready and if we work hard we can do that to-morrow and next day. That will leave us nothing more to do except to work up the waste into cordwood and send it down. My calculation is that we can leave here one week from to-morrow morning if we are reasonably industrious. Tom's bear and the other game he'll get, will keep us in meat for that time, and if the Doctor can leave his patients a week hence, we'll go.”

”Oh, as to that,” said the Doctor, ”I could leave them now. They need nothing now but nursing, and it won't be very long after we leave before the road will be open for the lieutenant to send them all down the mountain.”

Thus with glad thoughts of a speedy homing, the boys rolled themselves in their blankets and stretched themselves out to sleep by the fire and under the stars.

”By the way, Tom,” said Jim, just as Tom was sinking into slumber, ”you forgot to look for that hole in the sky that you made last night.”

”Well, you'd better make a hole in your talk pretty quick, Jim, if you don't want a bucket of water poured over you,” said Jack. ”Lie awake as long as you like, but keep quiet and let the rest of us sleep.”

CHAPTER x.x.xVI

_A Start Down the Mountain_

Just a week later the boys were ready to quit Camp Venture and proceed down the mountain, or as Tom, quoting the mountaineers, put it, they prepared to ”git down out'n the mountings.”

They had fully accomplished their mission. They had done a great winter's work. They had sent down the mountain every tie they were permitted by their contract to furnish; they had sent down many n.o.ble bridge timbers and greatly more cordwood than they had expected to cut.

Their work was done, except that before going home they must go to the headquarters of the railroad contractors, at the foot of the mountain, adjust their accounts and collect the money due them.

As the best mountain climber among them, the one who had met and overcome more mountain difficulties in his time than any other, and the one who best knew how to ”look straight at things and use common sense,” Tom was chosen to direct the perilous descent over the cliffs.

The boys were all heavily loaded, of course. Each had his axe, his blanket, his extra clothing and four days' rations to carry. Each also had his gun and there was one extra gun--the rifle that Tom had captured from the mountaineer--to be carried. ”For,” said Tom, ”while we have no use for the gun, I've agreed to deliver it to its owner whenever he chooses to call for it at my mother's house, and I tell you, boys, a man's first obligation in this world is to keep every promise that he makes no matter what it costs. I'd take that fellow's rifle down the mountain if I had to leave my own behind in order to do it.”

”You are right, Tom,” said the Doctor, ”and boys, I propose that we take charge of that gun and carry it turn and turn about for Tom, for he is otherwise the worst over-loaded fellow in the party.”

For Tom had his skins to carry--the panther's hide, three big bear skins, several deer hides, and a large number of pelts from racc.o.o.ns, opossums, hares, squirrels and other small game.

”In fact,” said the Doctor, ”I move that we throw Tom down, take away his load, and divide it equally among the entire party.”

”That's it. That's the way to manage it!” cried the boys in chorus. But Tom would hear of nothing of the kind. ”You fellows may help me with the mountaineer's rifle, if you choose, but I'll manage my bundle of skins for myself. Thank you, all the same. After all, our luggage isn't going to bother us half so much, going down the mountain this way as it would if we went down by the regular trail.”

”Why not, Tom?” asked Jack.

”Well, I'll show you after awhile,” said Tom. ”And in the meantime, Doctor, I'm going to take all your delicate and expensive scientific instruments, and myself pack them so that they will endure the journey without injury. If carried as you have them, there wouldn't be one of them that wouldn't lie like a moons.h.i.+ner by the time we 'git out'n the mountings.' Let me have them, please.”

The Doctor, curious to see what the boy was going to do, turned his instruments over to him and carefully observed his proceedings. Tom began by selecting a number of the smaller skins, which, instead of drying, he had ”tanned” with brains, corn meal-rubbing and other devices known to him as a hunter. These were as limp and soft as so many pieces of muslin, but greatly tougher. With them Tom carefully wrapped each instrument separately, securely tying up each with string, which the boy seemed always to have hidden somewhere about his person in unlimited quant.i.ty and variety of sizes and kinds.

”That's a trick I learned in hunting,” he said, when questioned. ”You can never have too much string with you.”