Part 3 (1/2)
”Huh! that makes me feel real bad right away, let me tell you, fellers,”
Fritz remarked, touching his belt line with a rueful face. ”However do you think I can fill up all this s.p.a.ce here with just one ration? It's different with some of the rest of the bunch; take Noodles for example, he hasn't got room for more'n half a ration. I speak for what he can't make way with.”
”Say, there's a chance right now for you to fill up ahead of time!”
exclaimed Eben, as he pointed through the fence; and looking, the scouts saw a cow standing there, placidly chewing, her cud, and evidently watching them curiously as she attended strictly to business.
”Sure,” Fritz went on to say, quickly, getting to his feet, ”she's got plenty of rations, quarts and quarts of fine rich milk. I've got half a notion to step in there, and see how it tastes. See here, if I tied a nickel or a dime in a piece of paper, and attached it to her horn, wouldn't that be all right, Paul? Ain't scouts got a right to live off the country as they hike through, 'specially if they pay for what they take?”
”Well, if it was a case of necessity, now----” began the scoutmaster.
”It is,” broke in Eben, who for some reason seemed to want to egg Fritz on, ”our comrade's plumb near starved, you know, and we're talking of cutting his grub allowance down to half. But I don't think he's got the nerve to fill up on nice rich fresh milk, that's what. Some people talk pretty loud, but when you pin 'em down, they say they didn't mean it.”
Of course that finished Fritz. If he had been joking before, he now took the matter in a serious light.
”Huh! that remark don't hit me, Eben,” he said, disdainfully, ”If it was a ferocious old bull I might hesitate about trespa.s.sing on his field, but a gentle cow, whoever knew one to act ugly? Here goes, after I've tied up this nickel in a piece of paper, with a string to it, to fix it on Sukey's horn. Anybody else feel milk thirsty? Don't all speak at once now, because I'm first.”
Apparently no one else was hankering after fresh milk just then; at least none of the scouts gave any indication of meaning to accompany the bold invader.
”If you're really intending to go over the fence and try the milk supply,” suggested Paul. ”I'd advise you to leave that red neck scarf that you're so proud of wearing, behind you, Fritz.”
”Yes, that's so,” broke in Seth, ”cows, as well as bulls, don't fancy anything red, I've been told. Better leave it with me, Fritz.”
”Huh, think I ain't on to your little game, Seth Carpenter,” declared the other, making no move to take off the necktie in question, ”don't I know that you've always wanted that scarf? Ain't you tried to buy it off me more'n a few times? Not much will I let you hold it. That tie stays by me. If the poor old cow don't like it, she can do the next best thing. Now, watch me get my fill, fellers. Milk is the staff of life, more'n bread; and I always did like it fresh. Here goes.”
He clambered up on the top of the fence, while all the other scouts watched to see how the operation turned out.
”Take care, Fritz,” warned Eben, solemnly, ”she's got her eye on you, all right, and she's stopped chewing her cud too. P'raps she may turn out to be a hooker; you never can tell about cows. And chances are, she's got a calf up in the barn. You see, a cow is always ugly when she thinks they're agoin' to steal her calf away, like they did lots of other times.”
”Oh! rats!” sneered the valiant Fritz, drawing his staff over with him, so as to get a purchase on the ground within the field, and ease his intended jump.
”Listen, Fritz,” added Jotham, ”see that little enclosure just back of where she stands? Looks like it might have been fenced off to protect some fruit trees or something. Well, if I was in your boots now, and she made a jump for me, I'd tumble over that same fence in a hurry. A cow's got horns the same as a bull, and you'll be sorry if ever she tosses you.”
But Fritz had evidently made up his mind, and would not allow anything to deter him. The more the other scouts threw out these hints the stronger became his determination to carry his clever scheme to completion. And when he said he was fond of fresh milk Fritz only told the truth; though the chances were he would never have accepted such a risk only for the badgering of Eben and Seth.
Using his long staff in a dexterous way he dropped lightly to the ground, and immediately started to walk toward the spot where the cow stood.
She had raised her head a little, and appeared to be observing his coming with certain suspicious signs.
”Go slow, Fritz; she don't like your looks any too much!” warned Paul, who had climbed to the top of the rail fence, the better to see what happened.
Perhaps Fritz himself may have felt a little qualm just about that time, for the actions of the cow were far from rea.s.suring; but he was too proud to show anything that seemed to savor of the ”white feather”
before his chums, especially after making all the boasts he had.
And so he kept grimly on, even if his knees did begin to knock together a little, when he actually saw the cow suddenly lower her head, and throw up the dirt with those ugly looking short horns, to one of which he had so recently declared he meant to secure the coin he would leave, to pay for all the milk he expected to consume.
Paul had called out once or twice, words of warning. He also suggested that it would be wise for the adventurous one to turn back; because, if appearance went for anything the animal had a bad temper, and would be apt to give him more or less trouble.
But that had no effect on Fritz, who, having embarked on the venture, did not mean to back down until absolutely forced to do so.