Never before had Mountain Village experienced such a sensation. The news of their arrival spread like lightning. All had been given up for lost, their thrilling accident had been discussed and rediscussed, and was still the principal topic of conversation.
But the boys paid little attention to the questions hurled1 at them by the excited people, until assured of the safety of Dick Travers and Tom Clifton. They were rejoiced to hear of their rescue by Jim Havens2 and Phil Levins.
They also learned that "Little Bill" Dugan and "Surly Joe" Tomlin had been arrested and taken to the town of Penton, some ten miles distant, to await the action of the authorities.
The Ramblers soon tore themselves away from their interested auditors3, and hurried toward Rickham House.
On the porch they saw Dick Travers and Tommy Clifton, who stood for an instant motionless, then, with loud shouts of joy, rushed down the steps.
Two sad, dejected-looking boys were suddenly transformed into the happiest of mortals. They danced around, hugged their chums who had so fortunately escaped the perils4 of Canyon5 River, and, altogether, acted as if they had taken leave of their senses.
Little Tommy Clifton, in his joy, actually broke down and began to cry, but the others pretended to take no notice.
"By all that's wonderful!" gasped6 Dick, wringing7 Bob's hand for the tenth time, "somehow or other, I felt in my bones that it must come out all right. And Fenton here, too? Great Cæsar, but I'm happy—hurrah8, hurrah!" and Dick began another wild jig9.
"This is the best thing that ever happened," laughed Tom Clifton, excitedly. "Whoop10 la!" and he slapped Dave Brandon so energetically on the back that the "poet" declared it was almost a case of assault and battery.
And just as they were about to step on the porch, another yell nearly startled them out of their senses.
"Good land—golly! Mr. Somers an' gemmen!" he cried. "Oh, dis chile can hardly believe it. You hain't never been in dat awful gorge13, nohow. It was all a joke, eh?" and Sam's eyes rolled alarmingly. Then he began to laugh, and go through the same kind of antics in which Dick and Tommy had indulged a few moments before.
"Not much joke about it, Sam Bins," said Bob, with a smile, "but come out on the porch and hear the whole story. Hello—people coming, eh?"
"Christopher, a regular mob," chimed in Sam Randall. "Guess we've made some stir in Mountain Village."
For that afternoon, the Resort House was deserted14. All who habitually15 settled affairs of state to their own satisfaction, discussed crops and weather, and speculated about new arrivals, betook themselves to Rickham.
Even old Sile Stringer had hobbled over, when Bob Somers began to graphically16 relate the story of their trip. Many gasps17 of astonishment18 came from his listeners, as he told of first one thrilling experience and then another.
"I always know'd a feller could git through that gorge," quavered old Sile; "always—said so many a time."
Howard Fenton finally had a chance to speak of his own adventures, and it was dark when the last of their visitors departed.
In this happy way was ended an experience which none of the boys would ever forget. And there were a couple of others, too, who were likely to remember the part they had taken in it.
"Little Bill" and "Surly Joe" were a badly frightened pair. Fairly stunned19 by the catastrophe20, and fearful of the consequences of their act, they passed several very unpleasant days.
Their astonishment and relief were, therefore, unbounded at the good news, and soon after came the welcome intelligence that the Ramblers would not press any charges against them.
Even gratitude21 had a part in the make-up of "Little Bill" and "Surly Joe." When the boys next saw them, they looked very different from the bold spirits who had so defiantly22 sailed away on the "Spray."
"Surly Joe" in particular seemed ill at ease, and a worried look had replaced the scowl23 which usually rested upon his countenance24.
After having, in his awkward fashion, thanked the boys, he motioned Bob to one side.
"Pardner," he began, in a husky whisper, "I've got somphin' partic'lar ter say."
"All right, Joe," said Bob. "Fire away."
The trapper scratched his head, looked down on the ground, and hesitated.
"Fact is, pardner, I 'most hates ter tell ye," he said, "but speakin' frankly—meanin' no offense25, yer understands,—I—I——"
"Go ahead, Joe," encouraged Bob.
"Wal, I didn't like you fellers—kinder struck me as bein' a bit too perky, an' when you scares them ducks away, an' that leetle feller hollers—wal, pardner, I ain't got the best disposition26 in the world, an' it riled me more'n I was able ter stand."
"That's all right, Joe. You didn't know us," laughed Bob.
"'Tain't all right, pardner—not by a long shot, it ain't."
"Surly Joe" paused, his eyes shifting uneasily.
"Wal, I may as well out with it," he said, desperately27. "You fellers killed a b'ar?"
"Sure we did," cried Bob, in surprise. "How did you know?"
"'Cause I seen yer a-luggin' ther hide in the cave," was the surprising answer.
"Well, well," said Bob. "This is a surprise, all right. Where in the dickens were you, Joe?"
"Pretty close by, pardner. But that ain't all—honest, pardner, I hates ter tell yer. I says, says I, 'A hard workin' trapper needs the b'ar's pelt28 more'n a parcel of sassy young snipes; an' they ain't treated me right, nuther; an'—wal, I ups and takes it. Thar, it's out now," and Joe wiped his perspiring29 face, and shifted uneasily from one foot to the other.
"Jiminy crickets—another surprise," murmured Bob.
"I never done nuthin' like it afore," confessed the unhappy Joe.
"And if you never do again, Joe, it's all right," said Bob. "Maybe Dave Brandon won't be glad to hear about this."
"As sure as me name's Joe Tomlin, I'll fetch it to yer; an'—an'—say, pardner, is it all right?"
"Sure thing," cried Bob. "Hello, Dave!"
"Oh, ho, but I am glad!" exclaimed the latter, when he had heard the news. "It's simply great! I know just where I'm going to put that rug, Bob. Sure, it's all right," and he slapped the trapper good-naturedly on the back.
For once, Joe Tomlin's face wore a pleased expression, and when he turned away, Dave murmured, sotto voce, "No longer 'Surly Joe,' but happy Tomlin."
A few days later Dave Brandon was in possession of Old Ephraim's pelt.
After Sam Randall and Tom Clifton, accompanied by Jim Havens, had paid their visit to the mountains, and returned to tell of wonderful exploits, a grand dinner was given in the old Rickham House. The guests were Howard Fenton, his father, Stuart Wells, Jim Havens, Hank Merwin and Neil Prescott.
Sam Bins, in honor of the occasion, did himself proud, as Dick Travers expressed it. After the meal the trapper and Neil Prescott told several stories; Bob Somers sang a popular song, while Dave Brandon, after a great deal of urging, delivered a recitation.
It was Dick Travers, however, who provided the sensation of the evening. The day before, he had received a package from Portland, but jealously guarded its contents. Now they were exposed to view.
Delighted exclamations30 came from all. The official photographer's snap-shots had turned out remarkably31 well.
First in interest was that woodland tragedy, the buck32 fight. One animal had sunk to its knees in the water, while over him stood his antagonist33, with lowered head.
"Truly extraordinary, Dick," said Mr. Fenton. "Allow me to congratulate you. Such a rare picture ought to make a sensation."
Next in interest was Old Ephraim in the rôle of a fisherman, while the third showed the group with Hank Merwin in front of the dugout. It was a proud and happy night for the "official photographer."
Hank Merwin's delight knew no bounds when three nicely mounted prints were placed in his hands.
At Mr. Fenton's special request Dick also made him a similar present.
"I suppose," said the gentleman, smilingly, "that I am at liberty to do what I please with these pictures, and if I decide to present them to any one, I may say that it is in your behalf?"
"Yes, indeed," answered Dick, wondering at the request.
One afternoon, while they were sitting on the porch of the Resort House "Big Bill" Dugan's "rattleboard" and a cloud of dust appeared in view. In a few minutes the coach came to a stop, and the stage-driver climbed down.
"Hope there's some letters for us," said Bob. "Got much mail, Dugan?"
"One for Somers," said the postmaster, presently; "you too, Travers."
"Wonder what the dickens this can be, fellows?" he said, as he saw on the outside of the envelope the name of a famous natural history museum in the East.
"One way to find out is to open it," suggested Dave.
Dick did so, and spread out a formidable-looking letter.
"Great Scott! Look at this, fellows," he cried.
His interested chums read the following:
"Mountain Village, Oregon.
"MR. RICHARD TRAVERS:
"Dear Sir:—Some days ago we received from Mr. George Fenton, in your behalf, two photographs taken by you in the mountains of Oregon.
"The Natural History Society wishes to express its appreciation37 of your gift, and to say that, as far as we know, the picture of fighting bucks38 stands unrivaled.
"Enlargements of both prints have been made and are hung in a prominent place, with your name attached.
"Should you at any time come East, the society would be glad to have you pay them a visit."
"Great Scott! What do you think of that?" gasped the delighted Dick.
"It's simply immense," cried Bob, enthusiastically. "Fellows, three cheers for Mr. Fenton and the official photographer of the Rambler Club!" And they were given with a will.
And Mr. "Big Bill" Dugan, about ready to crack his long whip, was heard to remark, "Huh! Canyon River an' the gorge didn't seem to take no spirit out of that lively crowd."
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jig
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