Tom Slade's Double Dare Part 19
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Gilbert was a little puzzled, but he did not ask any questions. He was thoughtful and tactful. He had a pretty good line on Hervey's nature, too.
"Of course, Hervey has to go back," he said, as much for Hervey's benefit as for the stranger's. "I say all three of us go. You'll like to see the camp----"
"They've got a washed-out cove and an oven for making marshmallows, and a scoutmasters' meeting-place with a drain-pipe you can climb up to the roof on, 'n everything," said Hervey in a spirit of fairness toward the camp and its attractions. "They've got messboards you can do hand-springs on when the cook isn't around. I bet you can't do the double flop, Hoody."
"Well, then, we'll all go?" Gilbert asked rather anxiously.
Hervey spread out his arms by way of saying that anything that suited Gilbert and the stranger would suit him.
So the three started off to camp, the stranger rather hesitating, Gilbert highly elated with his success, and Hervey perfectly agreeable to anything which meant action.
It was characteristic of Hervey that he really had not the faintest idea of why he was to be honored with the highest scout award. He had apparently forgotten all about his almost superhuman exploit. He would never have mentioned it nor thought of it. He did recall it in that moment of humiliation when Mr. Denny had talked with him. But he would not speak of it even then. He would suffer disgrace first. And how much less was he likely to think of it now! Surely the Gold Cross had nothing to do with that fiasco which had ended in unconsciousness. That was not supreme heroism. There was something wrong, somewhere. _That_ was just a stunt....
Well, he would take things as they came--quicksand, a frantic run in storm and darkness, new friends, the Gold Cross, anything....
Was there one soul in all that great camp that really understood him?
As they picked their way through the woods, following his lead (for he alone knew the way) he edified them with another song, for these ballads which had made him the wandering minstrel he remembered even if he remembered nothing else.
"You wouldn't think to look at me That I'm as good as good can be-- a little saint.
You wouldn't care to make a bet, That I'm the teacher's little pet-- I ain't."
CHAPTER XXVII
TOM LEARNS SOMETHING
Tom's absence through the day had resulted in an acc.u.mulation of work upon his table. His duties were chiefly active but partly clerical.
After supper he started to clear away these matters.
The camp had already been in communication with Mr. Temple, its founder, and plans had been made for an inspection of the washed-out cove by engineers from the city. It was purposed to build a substantial dam at that lowest and weakest place on the lake sh.o.r.e. There was a memorandum asking Tom to be prepared to show these men the fatal spot on the following morning.
Matters connected with the meeting of the resident Court of Honor next day had also to be attended to. Several dreamers of high awards would have a sleepless night in antic.i.p.ation of that meeting. Hervey Willetts would probably sleep peacefully--if he went to bed at all.
It was half an hour or so before Tom got around to looking over the names of new arrivals. These were card indexed by the camp clerk, and Tom always looked the cards over in a kind of casual quest of familiar names, and also with the purpose of getting a line on first season troops. It was his habit to make prompt acquaintance with these and help them over the first hard day or so of strangeness.
In glancing over these names, he was greatly astonished to find on the list of Mr. Carroll's troop, the name of William Corbett. The ident.i.ty of this name with that of the victim of the automobile accident greatly interested him, and he recalled then for the first time, that this troop had come from Hillsburgh, in the vicinity of which the accident had occurred. Yet, according to the newspaper, the victim of the accident had been killed, or mortally injured.
As Tom pondered on this coincidence of names there ran through his mind one of those s.n.a.t.c.hes of song which Hervey Willetts was fond of singing:
Some boys were killed and some were not, Of those that went to war; And a lot of boys are dying now, That never died before.
Before camp-fire was started Tom hunted up Mr. Carroll.
"I see you have a William Corbett in your troop, Mr. Carroll," said he.
"Oh, yes, that's Goliath."
"He--he wasn't the kid who was knocked down by an auto?"
"Why, yes, he was. You know about that?"
Tom hesitated. The newspapers had not yet had time to publish the sensational accounts of Harlowe's tragic death on the mountain and the facts about this harrowing business had not been made public in camp.
"I thought the kid was killed," Tom said.
"Oh, no, that was just newspaper talk. It's a long way from being mortally injured in a newspaper to being killed, Mr. Slade."
"Y-es, I dare say you're right," said Tom, still astonished.
"Yes, the little codger has a weak heart," said Mr. Carroll. "When the machine struck him it knocked him down and he was picked up unconscious. Probably he looked dead as he lay there. I dare say that's what frightened the man in the machine. No, it was just his heart," he added. "A couple of the boys in my troop knew the family, mother did was.h.i.+ng for them or something of that sort, and so we got in touch with the little codger and there was our good turn all cut out for us.
"You know, Slade, we have a kind of an inst.i.tution--troop good turn.
Ever hear of anything like that? So we brought him along. He's a kind of a scout in the chrysalis stage. He doesn't even know what happened to him. A good part of his life has been spent in hospitals; he'll pick up though. I think the newspaper reporters did more harm than the autoist.
Do you know, Slade, I think the man may have just got panicky, like some of the soldiers in the war."
"I've seen a fellow shrink like a whipped cur at the sound of a cannon and then I've seen him flying after the enemy like a fiend," said Tom.
"Yes, human nature's a funny thing," said Mr. Carroll.
Tom's mind was divided between admiration of this kind, tolerant, generous scoutmaster and astonishment at what he had learned.
"Well, that's news to me," he said.
"Yes, the main thing is to build the little codger up now," Mr. Carroll mused aloud.
"Mr. Carroll," said Tom, "Gilbert didn't say anything about going up the mountain with me last night?"
"N-no, I don't know that he did."
"The trustees didn't want anything said about the matter here in camp, or the whole outfit would be going up the mountain. But I suppose the papers will have the whole business by to-morrow, and you might as well have it now. The fellow who ran down the kid was found crushed to death on the mountain last night. His name was Aaron Harlowe."
Tom told the whole harrowing episode to Mr. Carroll, who listened with interest, commenting now and again upon the tragic sequel of the auto accident. It was plain, throughout, however, that his chief interest was in his little charge, Goliath.
"That's a very strange thing," he said; "it has a smack of Divine justice about it, if one cares to look at it that way. Have you any theory of just how it happened?"
"I haven't got any time for theories, Mr. Carroll; not with four new troops coming to-morrow. It's a closed book now, I suppose. There are some funny things about the whole business. But one thing sure, the man's dead. I have a hunch he got crazed and rattled and hid here and there and was afraid they'd catch him and finally went up the mountain.
He thought he had killed the kid, you see. I'd like to know what went on inside his head, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would."
Several of Mr. Carroll's troop, seeing him talking with Tom, approached and hung about as this chat ended. Wherever Tom Slade was, scouts were attracted to that spot as flies are attracted to sugar. They stood about, listening, and staring at the young camp a.s.sistant.
"Well, how do you think you like us up here?" Tom asked, turning abruptly from his talk with their scoutmaster. "Think you're going to have a good time?"
"You said something," one piped up.
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