Part 27 (2/2)

But before this was done, or any one had descended the ladder, Buck lay flat on the floor, thrust his head and shoulders through the opening and looked about. As he did so, he saw a man hurrying away--after listening beneath the loft, as it appeared. Buck then went half way down the ladder, gun in hand, and looked about more fully, noting that the old camp fire had burnt out and that a new one burned steadily some two hundred yards away at the point July had indicated, the upright figures of two men being visible within the circle of light.

”Come on, boys,” he said softly, after a few moments.

Within fifteen minutes the move had been made in silence and without disturbance, even the moss being transferred to the chosen, gra.s.s-covered spot which was shut in on three sides by thick clumps of palmettos. Here they were amply screened both on the side looking toward the sleeping-loft, which was about a hundred yards away, and on the front looking toward the slackers' new camp fire, which was some two hundred yards distant. No upright figures were now seen within the circle of light, the alert slackers evidently having taken alarm and sought shelter behind their own ”bunch o' permeters.”

There was no moon, but myriads of stars rained soft light through the clear atmosphere, and, as the three white men took turns watching on the exposed side of their fireless camp, they were able to see every object distinctly for a considerable distance out among the scattered pines.

July shaped the pile of dry moss into a comfortable bed and Ted and Hubert lay down under blankets, as Buck insisted that they should do; but there was little sleep for anybody during the rest of that night.

None of the white men lay down even while off sentinel duty. The three mostly sat in a group, watching, or listening, or softly discussing plans for the coming day.

At last morning slowly dawned, nothing of importance having occurred meanwhile. As soon as the growing light brought out distinctly the outlines of every familiar object on the island within reach of the eye, Buck stepped out into the open, gun in hand, faced the slackers' leafy fort, and called:

”Jenkins! Jenkins!”

In a few moments Jenkins, also carrying a gun, stepped into view.

”Well, Jenkins,” shouted Buck, a sneer in his tone as well as in his words, ”that nice little Sunday-school game of burnin' the roof over our heads didn't come off, after all. I reckon we was too quick for you.”

”Now, Buck Hardy,” cried Jenkins, ”you ought to know I wouldn't stand for nothin' o' that sort.”

”You're in with a bad crowd, Jenkins. Well, what do them yellow dogs in the bushes behind you aim to do?”

”_I'd_ ruther see nothin' done. The whole thing is crazy. I say, let you fellows go out without any trouble. That's the only thing to do, _I_ say.”

”But your yellow dogs don't agree, one of 'em 'specially--the one that wanted to burn us out. I know who he is, and I've a good mind to walk right over there and break every bone in his body.”

There was a sudden rustling of the palmettos behind Jenkins that seemed to indicate preparation for war. Noting this, Peters and Jones leveled their guns through their own palmettos without exposing the muzzles to the view of the watchers in the opposite leafy fort. The two boys and the negro looked and listened with all their eyes and ears, their excitement now intense. But Buck Hardy stood in a careless pose, gun in hand, as before.

”Jenkins,” he said, ”if you've got any influence with Carter and Thatcher, talk to 'em. Then stack all your guns against that big pine.

Then _we'll_ stack our guns where you can see 'em. Then I'll walk over there empty-handed and wipe up the ground with Zack James. Let that settle it. _I'll_ be satisfied.”

Jenkins had no time to speak, even if ready with a reply. The last word was hardly uttered when there came a flash from the green behind him, a loud report followed, and a bullet whistled by Buck Hardy's head.

Instantly Peters and Jones fired their guns. Then Jenkins leaped out of sight, and Buck, after firing where he stood, sought cover beside his friends.

The slackers promptly fired a volley from their green covert in response, the bullets rattling through the palmettos and pa.s.sing over the heads of the two seated boys.

”Lie down flat!” Buck commanded them.

”Here, n.i.g.g.e.r, take this extra gun and shoot,” cried Peters, shoving it toward July with his left hand as he raised his own gun with his right.

July took the gun with a frightened air and a sickly smile, but prepared to obey.

Hubert flattened himself out on the gra.s.s and lay still, as ordered; but Ted, unable to endure such inaction, with its attendant inability to see what was going on, crawled quietly and unnoticed into the palmettos to the left of the men until he reached a point where, by resting on his elbows and cautiously parting the leaf.a.ge in front of him, he could scan the open and see the green covert sheltering the enemy as it trembled under the shock of each volley fired into it.

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