“Oi’d begun t’ think ye was afther fergittin’ ye had an ingagement wid yer frind av th’ woods,” he called.
“Hello, Pat! Sorry I’m late,” replied Walter, offering to carry one of the pails.
Pat waved him aside. “Shure, wud ye be takin’ th’ bread an’ butter out av the mouth av a poor worrkin’ man?” he demanded. “’Tis me job fer which Oi draws me pay, an’ now Oi’ve lost me market fer fish Oi’m thinkin’ Oi’d best be shure av me shtupendous sal’ry.”
[255] He picked up the pails brimming with cold spring water and started for the rear of the main cabin, whence the voice of “Cookie” could be heard commanding him to hurry, and heaping anathemas2 upon him for a lazy, good-for-nothing ne’er-do-well.
Pat winked3. “Dogs that bark be afther havin’ poor teeth,” said he. “Oi’ll be wid ye in a minute.”
He was as good as his word, and was soon ready to play the host. Walter found the camp similar in arrangement to Woodcraft. It lacked the refinements4 of the latter, but was snug5 and comfortable, exactly adapted to the needs of the rough men to whom it was “home” the greater part of the year. When they had thoroughly6 inspected the cabins, stable and shop Pat suggested that they visit the present “cutting.” This Walter was most anxious to do, for he had never witnessed actual logging operations.
The trail was rough but well built, for upon the character of the trail depends much of the lumberman’s success in getting his logs to the water. A poorly built trail means costly8 waste of time, energy and strength of man and [256] beast when the time comes for getting the cut down to the driving point. Wherever the trail dipped to low or swampy9 ground logs had been laid with their sides touching10 one another. This is called a corduroy road, and is the only practical and effective method of preventing horses and wagons11 miring12 in low, swampy ground. Such a trail is rough traveling in dry weather, but when the heavy snows of winter have covered it and have been packed down and iced it forms an ideal slide for the lumber7 bobs with their huge loads of logs.
The trail gradually led up the lower slopes of Old Scraggy, and some two miles from the camp the boys came upon one of the crews at work. The crash of falling trees, the rasp of saws, the sharp ringing blows of axes biting into hard wood, the shouting of rough voices and now and then a snatch of rude song proclaimed that the work of destruction was in full blast.
The scene was one of intense interest to the city boy, and quite upset his preconceived ideas of how trees are felled. “Why, I thought they chopped trees down!” he exclaimed.
[257] “Not whin they’ve a good saw an’ two good byes fer th’ inds av it,” said Pat.
They walked over to where a couple of saw men were preparing to cut a great pine. There was a fascination13 in watching the huge cross-cut saw with its double hand grasp at each end eat its way into the trunk of the great tree, the two men swaying back and forth14 in perfect rhythm, broken only when it became necessary to drive in the wedges that kept the saw from binding15 and that would eventually send the tree crashing down on the exact spot that they had picked out for it.
Soon there came the warning snap of breaking fibers16, the great tree swayed slightly, leaned ever so little and then, as with a shout for all hands to stand clear the saw men sprang back, it slowly and majestically17 swung forward until, gathering18 speed, it fell with a mighty19 crash, carrying down several small trees that stood in its path, and shivering its upper branches as it struck the earth.
It seemed to Walter as if it had hardly struck before the axemen were upon it, their great double edged axes flashing in the sun as they stripped off branch and stub until in an [258] incredibly short time it lay shorn of its glory, a huge bare pole fit to be the mast of one of the Yankee clippers that were once the pride of the American marine20.
But no such honor awaited it. Another team of sawyers attacked it at once, cutting it into mill lengths. Then came “Jim.” Jim, so Pat proudly claimed, was “some hoss.” Clanking at his heels was a stout21 chain ending in a sharp heavy hook. This was driven into one end of one of the logs and then at a word from his master—one could hardly say driver, for there were no reins—the big horse set his neck into his collar and guided solely22 by the “gee” and “haw” of shouted command dragged his burden down to the skidway where the logs were piled to await the coming of snow. It was wonderful to see with what intelligence the horse picked his way through the tangled23 brush, and it was equally wonderful to see the lumber-jacks at the skidway catch the great log with their peaveys and roll it up to the very top of the huge pile already on the skids24.
A rough lot, these lumbermen, of many nationalities, English, Irish, Scotch25, French [259] “canucks,” a half-breed or two, and some who boasted that they were pure “Yank.” They were rough in looks and rough of speech, ready to fight at the drop of a hat, but warm-hearted, loyal to a fault to their employers, ever ready for work or frolic. Rough indeed, but theirs is a rough life. They took a kindly26 interest in Walter, explaining the many things he found so strange, and it was with real regret that he finally took the back trail.
And it was with something of sadness too, for he was a true lover of nature and there was something tragic27 in the crashing of those great trees and the despoiling28 of the great forest.
But Pat left him little time for thoughts of this kind. Producing a bag of the famous cookies of which Walter had once had a sample through the agency of Chip Harley, Pat kept up a running fire of comment on his camp mates, while they munched29 the crisp brown wafers.
As they sighted the camp the cook was hanging a wash. Pat’s eyes twinkled with mischief30. Motioning Walter to follow him he stole in back of the stable. “Shure ’tis [260] meself that clane forgot to inthrodush ye to th’ most important number av Durant camp,” he whispered. “Shtay here till yez see some fun.”
He slipped into the stable, and in a few minutes was back, leaving the door open. Peeping around the corner Walter saw a crow walk out with the stately step of his tribe. “’Tis Crafty31 Moike!” whispered Pat.
The black rascal32 stood for a minute or two blinking in the sun. Then he flew up on the stable roof, where he appeared to have no interest in anything in the world save the proper preening33 and dressing34 of his feathers. In the meantime the cook finished hanging out his wash to dry and turned back to the cabin. Hardly was he inside the door when Crafty Mike spread his wings and without a sound flew over to the clothes-line, where he quickly and deftly35 pulled out every pin, giving each a throw to one side.
When the last pin was out and half the wash lay on the ground he flew swiftly to a tall pine on the far side of the clearing, cawing derisively36 as he went. It was plain that “Cookie” knew only too well what the [261] sound of that raucous38 voice meant. With a pot in one hand and a dish towel in the other he rushed from the cabin pouring out a perfect flood of vituperation and invective39 on his black tormentor40, while behind the stable Pat fairly hugged himself with glee.
“Caw, caw, Billee, Billee! Caw, caw, caw!” shouted Mike, sidling back and forth along a bare limb of the pine, evidently in huge enjoyment41 of the joke.
“Oi shplit his tongue so he talks a little, and Billy is the cook’s name,” whispered Pat, noting the look of amazement42 on Walter’s face when he heard the crow speak.
“Caw, caw, Billee, Billee!” Mike was quite beside himself with enjoyment as he watched the angry cook pick up the fallen clothes, which he was too wise to rehang while the black rascal was at liberty. Besides, many of them must be returned to the tub.
“I’ll blow your blasted head off, that’s what I will!” shouted the cook furiously as he disappeared in the cabin with the last of the wash. In a moment he was out again with a shotgun in his hands. Walter grabbed Pat [262] by one arm. “You’re not going to let him shoot, are you, Pat?” he asked in real alarm.
Pat chuckled43. “Don’t yez worry about Moike,” he said. “’Tis not fer nothin’ Oi named him Crafty. He knows a gun as well as Oi do, an’ just how far it will carry.”
The cook was now sneaking44 toward the pine, apparently45 quite unconscious that he was all the time in plain view of his would-be victim. Mike waited until he was half-way there, then spread his wings. The cook threw up the gun and blazed away with both barrels, though the range was hopelessly long, while Mike’s derisive37, “Caw, caw, Billee, Billee!” floated back from the shelter of a thick clump46 of hemlocks47 beyond.
“But won’t the cook get Mike when he comes back?” Walter asked with real concern.
“Moike won’t come back to-night unless Oi call him,” replied Pat. “’Tis a woise burrd he be afther bein’! Whin Oi go in Oi’ll tell cookie how much the byes will enjoy th’ joke whin they come in. He’ll shware a bit an’ thin he’ll be afther beggin’ me not to say a wurrd about it. Oi’ll promise if he’ll promise [263] to lave Moike alone, an’ that’ll be th’ ind av it till nixt toime.” It was evident that Pat and Mike knew their man and were wise with the wisdom of experience.
“Moike is a great burrd,” continued Pat. “He’s as full av tricks as a dog is av fleas48, an’ th’ wurst thafe in three counties, bad cess ter him. He’d shtale th’ shmoile off yez face if it was broight enough an’ he could pry49 it loose. He’d follow me into th’ prisince av th’ saints. Oi have ter shut him up whiniver Oi lave th’ camp or, glory be, he’ll be taggin’ along an’ mebbe gettin’ me in all sorts av throuble. But Oi love th’ ould rascal just th’ same.”
At Pat’s mention of Mike’s thieving proclivities50 a startling thought flashed into Walter’s mind. Had he at last found the long lost clue?
“Pat,” he broke in abruptly52, “did Mike ever follow you to Woodcraft?”
Pat scratched his head in an effort to remember. “Oi couldn’t say,” he replied. “Oi think loikely, fer there’s few places he hasn’t followed me.”
“Would he follow you there now if you’d let him?” asked Walter.
[264] “Shure! Oi couldn’t lose him if he wance saw me hittin’ th’ trail.”
“Can you call him now?” pursued Walter.
“Sure!” Pat answered promptly54.
“Listen, Pat,” said Walter eagerly, and he hurriedly told Pat all about the loss of Mother Merriam’s pin, discreetly55 omitting all reference to the suspicion against Pat himself so long entertained at the camp.
“Th’ dirthy thafe!” broke in Pat indignantly. “Now who could it be, Oi wonder! None av th’ byes here wud do a thrick loike thot, and yez say there was no sthrangers in camp. But what has all this got to do with Moike?”
“I’m coming to that,” said Walter. “Maybe it hasn’t anything to do with him. That’s what I want to find out. Maybe you don’t remember coming into camp on an errand that morning and visiting Dr. Merriam’s office, but you did. Now, if Mike had been following you, and had seen that pin on the window sill would he have been likely to have picked it up and carried it off?”
“As sure as little pigs has curly tails,” replied Pat with conviction. “Oh, th’ [265] villain56! It’s mesilf will wring57 th’ black neck av him with me own hands wance Oi git thim on him!” he exclaimed, a realizing sense of the situation and the position in which he had been placed dawning on him. “’Tis a wonder yez didn’t arrist me fer th’ thafe, and Oi wud not have blamed ye at all, at all! Just lave me get th’ two hands av me on that burrd! Sure his heart be as black as his coat!”
Walter laughed. “Wait a while, Pat, wait a while,” he said. “We don’t know yet that Mike had anything to do with it. Now here’s my plan: You call Mike so that he can see us start down the trail to Woodcraft. Then you go with me until we get almost in sight of the camp. I’ll leave you there and go ahead. I’ll get a bright button or something and put it on the window sill of Mother Merriam’s window and then get out of sight. Then I’ll whistle three times and you come along in as if you had an errand at the office. Go right by the window and around to the front door, where I’ll meet you. Then we’ll watch Mike and see what he does.”
“Walter, me bye, ’tis a great nut yez have [266] on the two shoulders av yez!” exclaimed Pat admiringly. “We’ll do ut.”
He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled shrilly59. At once there was an answering caw from the distant hemlocks, and Mike appeared winging his way toward them but, with the canny60 wisdom which had earned him his name, giving the cabin a wide berth61. He dropped down to Pat’s shoulder at once, where he jabbered62 in crow talk as if telling Pat all about his joke on the cook, all the time studying Walter with eyes so bright and sharp as to make the boy almost uncomfortable.
Without further delay they started for Woodcraft, the crow riding on Pat’s shoulder or occasionally flying a short distance ahead. At the edge of the woods Pat sat down to wait while Walter hurried ahead. Hunting through his ditty bag he found a bright brass63 button and hurried over to the office. Fortunately no one was about. Putting the button on the sill where the pin had been left the morning of its disappearance64 he slipped around in front and gave Pat the signal.
Pat came at once, but Mike, distrustful of the camp or perhaps plotting mischief, [267] lingered behind. Pat passed the window and joined Walter in front of the office. Then they cautiously peeped around the corner to watch Mike. As soon as he discovered that Pat was out of sight he quickened his flight and winged his way directly toward the rear of the office. The two boys watching could see him turn his head from side to side as he flew, his bright eyes scanning everything in sight. When he reached a point abreast65 of and above the window he made an abrupt51 half circle, dropped down to the sill as silently as a shadow, seized the button and then, mounting high, winged his way in strong swift flight “as straight as the crow flies” for Durant camp.
“The black scoundrel!” murmured Pat. “The black-hearted thafe!”
It was too late for Walter to think of returning to the lumber camp that afternoon, and he had an engagement the next morning at nine.
“Lave it to me,” said Pat. “Oi know ivery hidin’ place av th’ ould thafe, an’ if he shtole the pin ’tis in wan53 av thim this very minnut. If thot robber took th’ pin, an’ Oi misthrust [268] he did, ’tis Pat Malone that will have it back here by half afther eight to-morrow marnin’.”
After evening mess Walter called Tug66 and Chip to one side.
“I’ve got a clue,” he announced with pardonable excitement.
“What is it? Who is it?” they demanded as one.
“I’ll tell you to-morrow morning at half-past eight,” replied Walter, and that was all they could get out of him that night.
Walter slept but poorly. He was burning with curiosity to know the result of Pat’s search, and he was alternately filled with joy at the thought of being able to return the precious pin to Mother Merriam, and torn with the fear that Crafty Mike might have lived up to his name and hidden his prize beyond Pat’s reach.
By eight o’clock the next morning he could wait no longer and started up the Durant trail. It was just before he reached Speckled Brook that he heard Pat’s shrill58 whistle, and by the sound of it he knew that there was good news. A few minutes later Pat swung into view. [269] Crafty Mike, looking abject67 and bedraggled, was tucked securely under one arm, while the free hand was jammed in a trousers pocket. Pat’s freckled68 face stretched into a broad smile as he caught sight of Walter. He drew his hand from his pocket and spread it wide open. There in the palm, side by side, lay Mother Merriam’s pin and the brass button which had proved Mike’s undoing69. Walter sent forth a joyous70 whoop71, and did a war dance that was expressive72 if not dignified73.
Before going to the big chief Tug and Chip were taken into confidence and shown the pin and the thief under pledge of secrecy74. Then Pat and Walter started for the office. In response to Dr. Merriam’s cheery “Come in,” the two boys entered, Walter elated and Pat diffident. Walter had carefully prepared a little speech, but in the excitement of the moment it went completely out of his head. He did remember to salute75 his chief, and then he blurted76 out the news so fast that the words fairly tripped over each other: “We’ve found Mother Merriam’s pin, and we’ve found who the thief is, and——”
“Wait a minute,” interrupted the doctor, [270] smiling. “What is this about Mother Merriam’s pin?”
For answer Pat extended his hand with the pin on the broad palm. The doctor’s face lighted with pleasure as he reached out to take it.
“But the thief?” he said. “I don’t quite understand.”
“Here he is, sor,” said Pat, thrusting forward the protesting Mike. The doctor’s face was a study as he bade the boys sit down and tell him the whole story. When they had finished he quietly questioned them until he had drawn77 from Walter all that he had hitherto kept from Pat, how the latter had been suspected, how he had been sure that Pat was innocent, how he had found the crow’s feather caught in the screen, and how this fact had come to his mind as soon as Pat had mentioned Mike’s thieving propensities78.
“Upton, I want you and Malone, and Mike, too,” he added with a whimsical smile, “to remain here until I return.”
He left the room, and a few minutes later Walter was startled to hear the “recall” sounded. Many of the boys had not yet left [271] camp, and the others within hearing came hastening in. When they had all gathered the doctor stepped out in front.
“Some time ago,” he began, “the ‘recall’ was sounded to tell you that a thief had been in our midst, and to ask you to give of your services in an effort to regain79 the pin which had been stolen. It seemed to me that it was quite as important to again sound the ‘recall’ to tell you that the pin has been recovered.”
He paused as a stir ran through the group of boys, and they broke out in a hearty80 cheer. “And,” he continued when quiet had been restored, “the thief taken, and that this happy result has been accomplished81 by one of your own members. Who that member is I am not going to tell you, but I want you to know that I consider that in his whole course of action he has displayed the very highest form of scoutcraft, for he has not only apprehended82 the thief and recovered the plunder83, but what is of vastly more importance, he has removed unjust suspicion from one whose good name not one of you has had real cause to doubt.”
He then briefly84 sketched85 the story of the [272] search for and the finding of the pin, no names being mentioned, and concluded by bringing forth the pin and Crafty Mike for all to see.
Sitting in the office Walter and Pat had heard every word, and Walter’s face glowed with pleasure at the doctor’s praise. He felt that his reward had been great indeed, and when the doctor concluded by saying that fifty points would be credited to the Delawares in recognition of his work, his joy was complete.
An hour later Pat Malone paused on the trail to Durant camp to look with shining eyes at a gold piece in his hand. “Caw,” said Crafty Mike, looking down from his shoulder with greedy eyes.
“Shut up fer a black-hearted thafe!” growled86 Pat. “Sure, ’tis me ruin an’ me fortune that yez are loike ter be.”
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