Part 27 (1/2)
”You are very considerate of the ladies, I must say,” said Roger. ”We'll give you half the trail and no more,” and he urged his horse a little to one side and Dave and Phil did the same. The girls moved still further over, so that Link Merwell might not touch them as he pa.s.sed.
”Where are you going?” demanded the bully, as he moved slowly forward.
”That is our affair, not yours,” answered Dave, sharply.
”You keep off my father's land!”
”We don't intend to go near your land,” said Belle, coldly.
”Oh, I didn't mean you, Belle, I meant Dave Porter and his cronies.”
”Mr. Porter and his friends are my guests, Mr. Merwell. When you insult them, you insult me.” And Belle held her head high in the air.
”All right; have your own way, if you want to. I haven't got anything against you and your folks. But I don't intend these outsiders shall ride over me,” growled Link. He faced Dave. ”I'm not done with you yet, remember that!” he added, bitterly. Then he rode on, and the lean-looking man behind him followed. Belle looked at the man curiously, but the fellow kept his face averted as he slipped by. Soon boy and man had disappeared from view.
”Talk about a lemon!” cried Phil. ”Say, isn't Link the sourest ever!”
”He certainly is,” answered Roger.
”Let's forget him,” said Dave. ”We are out for fun to-day, not for trouble.” And then they moved forward as before. Little did any of them dream of what that unexpected meeting in the woods was to bring forth.
CHAPTER XVII
IN WHICH SOME HORSES ARE STOLEN
A half hour more of riding brought the little party to the bank of the stream at a point where Belle said they would be sure to find good fis.h.i.+ng. Here there was something of a pool, the river tumbling from some rocks above. The pool was lined with rocks and brushwood, and behind these was a glade, backed up by the woods.
”What a lovely spot!” cried Jessie, enthusiastically, as Dave a.s.sisted her to dismount, and took charge of her horse. ”Just look at the wild flowers among the rocks! One would not believe that they could grow in such a place!”
”I am glad I brought my camera with me,” said Laura. ”I am sure I shall get some fine pictures.”
Belle showed the boys where the animals might be tethered, and they took particular care to fasten the steeds properly, as Sid Todd had instructed them. Then they got out their fis.h.i.+ng-rods, and also that of Belle, and baited up with the artificial flies they had brought along.
”We'll fish for an hour,” announced Dave. ”And then I'll knock off and start up a campfire.”
”When you do that be careful and not set fire to the woods,” said Belle.
”Papa is very much afraid of fire.”
”I don't blame him,” put in Roger. ”A fire out here would do a terrible amount of damage.”
The boys and Belle were soon busy fis.h.i.+ng, in the pool and along the lower part of the river. The stream was about thirty feet in width and from a foot to four foot deep, with great rocks sticking up here and there. Trout and some other fish were plentiful, and all had but little difficulty in getting bites, and it was great sport to play their catches and land them.
”This is the best fis.h.i.+ng I ever saw!” cried Phil, as he succeeded in landing an extra fine mountain trout. ”I don't wonder that fishermen come many miles to gratify their taste for such sport.”
”Here's another!” exclaimed Belle, merrily, and brought in a fish that was a beauty. Roger and Dave both leaped to help her, and soon the catch was dropped into a side pool with the others.
While the boys and Belle were fis.h.i.+ng, Laura and Jessie wandered up and down the rocks and the gra.s.sy glade beyond, gathering wild flowers and also some blackberries that grew in that vicinity. Dave's sister also succeeded in getting several photographs, including two of the others with their fis.h.i.+ng outfits.
”Now, I want you all to stand in a group, with your fish on strings,”