Bart Keene's Hunting Days Part 21

"I had to think of something," was the response. "Wow! but that beast was a savage one!"

They reached camp in due time, and Frank was provided with a good meal, and plenty of hot coffee.

The warm weather continued for the next two days, and the air was almost like spring. The boys thoroughly enjoyed it, and went on long tramps through the woods. They were on the lookout for the mate of the wildcat, but saw no further traces of the ugly beasts.

There was a stream, not far from camp, and there the chums went one day, cut a hole through the ice, which was too thick to melt much, and fished for pickerel, with such good luck that they had a fish dinner that day.

Then on several succeeding days they went hunting, getting some wild turkeys, and some wild ducks, which gave them a variety of food for their larder.

For a week they lived this way, and Bart was in hopes of bagging a deer, since the snow had disappeared, and it was lawful to shoot them. But, though he tramped far and near he did not see any. Once he descried one on top of a distant hill, but it was too far off for a successful shot, and when he started on the trail the animal dashed into a thick forest, and was soon lost. Bart returned to camp, somewhat dispirited.

He practiced at a target occasionally, as did his chums, but they could not begin to equal Bart in making bullseyes, though Ned ran his friend a close second.

The boys tramped about, did the work necessary in camp, hunted and fished and thoroughly enjoyed life during the mild weather of the unexpected thaw. Not that they did not enjoy it when it was cold and snapping, or even snowing, but they could do much more when the weather was milder.

"But we'll pay for this," declared Bart one day, when they had started on their second week of camp life. "We'll have a storm soon, I'm thinking."

"Let it come," declared Fenn. "We're ready for it, and the folks know we're all right," for they had walked to a cross-roads rural free delivery box that day, and deposited some letters to go to Darewell, as they knew the mail carrier would collect the missives.

"You won't get your deer if the snow comes," spoke Frank, "and, by the looks of the sky, we'll have a flurry before night."

"I know it, and that's the reason I'm going out this afternoon, and have another try for it. Are you fellows coming?"

"I'm not," announced Fenn. "Too tired. I'm going to stay here and chop wood. You fellows won't do it, and we've got to have some for the fires."

"I'll help," agreed Frank.

"Will you come, Ned?" went on Bart.

"Nope, I'm going to clean my gun. There'll be some good shooting after the storm, and I want to be ready for it."

"All right, then I'll go alone," decided Bart. "I want a deer," and putting a supply of cartridges in his belt, and seeing that his gun magazine was filled, he started off.

For some time Bart tramped on without a sight of anything. Then, when he was going through a lonely part of the forest, if one part of that uninhabited place was more lonely than another, he was startled by a cras.h.i.+ng sound in the underbrush. He started, and threw up his gun in antic.i.p.ation, but he could not help laughing when a big rabbit, as startled as the lad was himself, stood up and looked at him.

"Skip away, bunny," remarked Bart with a laugh, "I'm looking for bigger game than you," and he kept on, while the hare scurried for cover.

Bart covered several miles, and, almost unconsciously, he found that he was traveling in the direction of the mud volcano, or boiling spring, having swung around in a half-circle since leaving camp.

"By Jinks!" exclaimed the youth, as he came to a halt in the midst of a little clearing, "I believe I've got an idea. That mud volcano water is partly salty. Now, why shouldn't deer go there to get the salt? They love it and I may catch one there. I never thought of that before. I've read of 'salt licks,' where deer congregate, but I never figured out that our boiling spring might be one. I'll keep on to there, and maybe I'll get a shot."

This gave a new direction to his chase, and he turned to make his way to the spring. He had not taken ten steps before he was again startled by a cras.h.i.+ng in the underbrush. He thought it was another rabbit, and he was about to pa.s.s on when he looked up, and saw, through the leafless trees, a big buck gazing full at him. It was only for an instant, and before Bart could bring his rifle to bear the deer had bounded off.

"He's headed for the boiling spring!" cried Bart in his excitement. "Now I'll get him! I hope I get a shot before it begins to snow, and it's likely to do it any minute now."

Bart started off rapidly in the direction taken by the buck, with his gun in readiness for a quick shot, though he hardly hoped to get one until he had continued the chase for some time longer. The cras.h.i.+ng in the bushes encouraged him, and told him that his quarry was ahead of him, and on he rushed.

Almost before he knew it he was within sight of the boiling spring, and he checked his pace, hoping to come upon the buck licking the salty deposit from the rocks in the little stream that flowed from the place where the mud volcano was. He thought the animal might even stop for a drink in a fresh spring, that was not far from the salty one.

As Bart peered through the bushes, with his rifle ready to throw up to his shoulder, he was conscious of some movement in the underbrush on the other side of the spring.

"He's made a circle, and he's here ahead of me--on the other side,"

thought the lad. "I think I've got him!"

With eager eyes he watched. The bushes continued to move and vibrate.

Something seemed to be coming down to the edge of the spring. Bart's nerves were on edge. His hands were almost trembling, but he controlled himself by an effort, and he raised his gun slowly to take aim.

He saw something brown moving amid the brambles. It looked like the head of a deer. Bart slowly and cautiously raised his gun to his shoulder. He drew a bead on the brown object.

A moment later, and just as the lad was about to press the trigger, there stepped into view a man! It was a man and not a deer that Bart had been about to fire at, and a cold chill came over him. He had paused just in time.

But as he looked at the individual whom he had mistaken for a deer he felt a second tremor of excitement, for, as he had a glimpse of his face Bart was made aware that the man was none other than the one about whom there was such a mystery--the man who had sneaked into the schoolhouse the night the diamond bracelet was stolen--the midnight visitor at the camp, perhaps.

At the same instant that Bart was aware of this the man saw him. He hesitated--made a gesture as if of despair, and turned to dive into the bushes. A moment later there came a sudden snow squall, shutting off from Bart's view the man he had so nearly shot.

CHAPTER XIX

LOST IN THE WOODS

Pausing for an instant to get his bearings, Bart dashed forward, circled around the edge of the mud volcano, and ran on in the direction he had seen the man take.

"I'm going to catch him," thought the lad, fiercely. "I'm going to get at the bottom of this. Why does he seem to be following us--hanging around our camp? What's he doing here? Did he take the diamond bracelet?

I'm going to find out some of those things--when I catch him." He added the last with a grim smile, for, as he went on, and the snow storm increased in fury, Bart was aware that he had no easy task before him.

The swirling white flakes were now so thick that he could hardly see five feet in advance, and he was soon made unpleasantly aware of this, for he collided, with no little force, into a tree. The shock threw him backward, and he nearly dropped his gun, but it had one good effect, for it made him pause to consider what he was doing.

"I wonder if there's any use in me going on like this?" Bart reflected.

"He's got a good start of me, and he evidently knows these roads as well as I do. Guess I'd better go back to camp, get the fellows, and then see if I can trail him. Though if it keeps on snowing it's not going to be easy to see his footprints. I wonder if I can hear anything of him?"

He paused in a listening att.i.tude, but the only sounds that came to him were those of the wind howling through the leafless branches of the trees, and the swish of the snowflakes as they swirled downward. Once Bart heard a cras.h.i.+ng amid the underbrush to one side. He darted in that direction, thinking it was the fugitive.

There came, at that instant, a lull in the storm, and, peering at the lad from under the shelter of a pine tree was the big buck, the chase of which had led to such unexpected results. Bart fired, point blank, but he saw the deer bound away, and he knew he had only wounded it slightly, if at all. He started after it, but a moment later the snow began again, more thickly than before, and everything was blotted out.

"That settles it," murmured Bart, grimly, "back to camp for mine. No use keeping up the chase to-day."

It was not without considerable regret that the lad retraced his steps.

He wanted, very much, to get the buck, and he wanted still more to capture the mysterious man who seemed to be playing such an important part in the lives of himself and his chums.

"I'll get the other fellows, and then we'll see if we can't trail him,"

mused Bart, as he neared the camp.

To his delight, just before he reached it, the snow ceased falling, and he felt that now there was a chance to trace the man by means of his footsteps, for they would not be covered by the white crystals. But there was the promise of more snow, and Bart knew they had little time to spare.

"Come on, boys!" cried Bart, when he came in sight of the tents, and saw Ned and the others sweeping away the snow from the front entrances.

"Come on. I'm after him!"