Bart Keene's Hunting Days Part 20
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To his horror he found that they would not fit! He had brought out his smaller gauge shotgun, and the cartridges in it were the only ones available. They had been fired. Those in his belt were too large. And the wildcat was bounding toward him!
There was but one thing to do, and Frank did it. Wheeling quickly he raced for the nearest tree which would sustain him. Fortunately there was one not far away. He managed to reach it well ahead of the wildcat, and began scrambling up. He dropped his gun, since it was useless, and only hindered him in his ascent. And he needed to make all the haste he could, for he was hardly well up out of reach of the cruel claws, before the enraged brute bounded against the foot of the tree with a snarl.
"She'll come up after me, as sure as fate!" thought Frank desperately.
"I've got to stop her in some way."
The cat began climbing, an easy task with her long, sharp claws. Frank reached up, and saw, over his head a dead branch, that was big and sufficiently strong for his purpose. Working with feverish energy he broke it off, and, when the big cat's head was close enough the young hunter brought the large end of the stick down on the skull with all his might.
With a howl of rage the big beast loosed its hold, and dropped back to the earth. Then it looked upward, glaring at Frank as if wondering what kind of a foe he was. But not daunted by the reception she met, the animal once more began climbing up. Once more Frank raised the club, and dealt her another severe blow.
"I hope I crack your skull!" he murmured.
But alas for his hopes! The blow was well delivered, and sent the cat back snarling and growling, but the force of it broke the branch off close to the lad's hand, and the best part of his weapon fell to the ground.
"I'm done for, if she comes back at me!" he thought, but the cat had no such intentions, at present at least. The two blows on the head had stunned her.
Down at the foot of the tree crouched the brute, as if to announce that she would wait there until after dark, when she would have the advantage.
"I'm in for it now," mused the lad. "Treed by a wildcat, and nothing with which to shoot her. I _am_ in a pickle. The fellows won't know where to look for me, and I can't fire any shots to call them. I _am_ up against it."
He made himself as comfortable as possible on his small perch. At his first movement the cat started up from her crouching position, as if to be on the alert, but, seeing that her prey did not attempt to descend, she again stretched out, and began moving her paw over the place where the shot had torn her scalp.
For half an hour Frank sat there, turning over the situation in his mind. He hoped the cat might tire of waiting, or go back to the fox she had killed, but the animal showed no such intentions. Noon came, and there was no change. Frank was tired and cramped, and he began to feel the pangs of hunger. He moved about, seeking to be comfortable, and every time he s.h.i.+fted his position the wildcat would growl, as if resenting it.
"Maybe when I don't come home to dinner the fellows will come looking for me," thought the treed lad. "They may be able to trace my footsteps."
But the afternoon began to wane, and no relief came. Frank was desperately weary, and was beginning to be alarmed. Not only was the prospect of a night in the tree most unpleasant, but he feared that after dark he could not watch to ward off the approach of the beast, whose ability to see after nightfall was better than was his. Then, too, he feared that his muscles might get numb, and that he would fall.
"Well, I'll cut another club, and have it in readiness," Frank thought, and, as there were no more suitable dead limbs that would serve, he whittled off with his knife, a tough green branch, that would answer as a club.
This movement on his part was resented by the cat, who raised up and tried her fore paws on the tree trunk, tearing off bits of bark. But she did not venture to climb. The memory of the blows on the head probably deterred her.
It began to get dusk. The cat seemed to know this, and began prowling about the foot of the tree, as if waiting until the veil of night had completely fallen before making another attack. Now and then she growled and once howled dismally.
"Maybe she's got a mate," thought Frank. "If two of them come at me----"
He didn't like to dwell on that.
The big cat curled herself at the foot of the tree, and looked up at the boy, not far above her head. Then, as Frank carefully s.h.i.+fted his position, to get rid of a cramp in his left leg, his fingers came in contact with his belt filled with cartridges.
"Oh, if I had only brought the right size, or else had my other gun," he mused regretfully. "There'd soon be a different story to tell. As it is----"
He paused, struck by a sudden thought.
"By Jove! I'll try it!" he cried. "Wonder why I didn't think of it before."
Taking out a cartridge, and bracing himself in the crotch of a limb so as to have both hands free, he dug out, with his knife, the wad that held the shot in place. He let the leaden pellets fall to the ground. At this the cat growled, but the lad paid no attention to her.
Next he removed the wad over the powder, and poured the black grains out into his hand. From his pocket he took a piece of paper, and, emptying the powder into this he laid it in his cap, which he managed to balance on a limb in front of him. Working rapidly in the fast-gathering darkness he emptied several cartridges, until he had a sufficient quant.i.ty of powder in the paper.
This he wadded up tightly, leaving one end twisted into a sort of fuse.
Next he tied a string to his improvised bomb.
With trembling fingers he lighted the fuse, and then, when it was burning well, he began to lower the paper of powder toward the wildcat.
The beast snarled as she saw the tiny flame approaching, but she did not withdraw. Rather she reared on her hind feet, and was about to strike at the little tongue of fire.
This was better than Frank hoped for. An instant later there was a big puff of flame, and a dull report. The powder in the paper had exploded almost in the face of the wildcat.
With a scream of rage and pain the creature dropped to all fours, and began clawing the dirt and snow. The fire had burned her severely, and she was wild with pain.
"Good!" exulted Frank. "I wish I had another!" He peered down at the snarling cat, and began to open more cartridges. But it was too dark to see to work, and he had to stop, for he spilled the powder.
Suddenly, above the yelps and growls of the brute, the lad in the tree heard a hail far off in the woods. He listened a moment, and then shouted:
"Here I am, fellows. Over here! I'm treed by a wildcat! Look out!"
"We're coming," shouted Bart's voice. "Where are you?"
Frank rapidly twisted some paper together, lighted it, and waved the improvised torch above his head. He hardly dared descend yet. A shout told him that his light had been seen. Then, off through the woods, he saw the flicker of a lantern.
"Come up easy," he cautioned. "The brute is still here, though I burned her some."
He dropped the blazing paper to the ground. It flared up, and the cat, with a snarl, sprang away.
An instant later a shot rang out, and the beast turned a somersault, falling over backward--dead. Bart had seen the tawny body in the gleam from the burning paper, and had fired in the nick of time.
"You can come down now, Frank," he cried, as he and the other chums rushed up to where the wildcat was still twitching in death.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MYSTERIOUS MAN AGAIN
Frank's story was soon told, and he was helped back toward camp by his comrades, for he was stiff from his long position in the tree.
"You want to be more careful of your gun, next time," cautioned Bart, "and take the right one."
"Yes, and you want to take some grub with you," added Fenn. "You never can tell what will happen in the woods. Hungry, aren't you?"
"Don't mention it," begged Frank, earnestly. "I could even eat pancakes flavored with soap powder."
"Well, we'll soon be in camp," remarked Ned. "We've got plenty to eat there. We would have started searching for you long before this, but we supposed you had taken some grub, and would stay all day. But when it got dark, and you didn't show up, we feared something had happened."
"Something had," observed Frank earnestly.
"We had tramped about for some time before we saw the puff of the explosion," went on Bart. "You had a great head on you, Frank, to think of that."
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